Luka and I spent the rest of the week watching old movies, drinking red wine and taking long walks in the countryside. At night she visited me in my dreams and during the day we talked and laughed in her crystalline dome. I knew I was falling for her and there was nothing I could do to stop it. In fact, if the truth be told, I didn't want to. She was the most fascinating person I had ever met. How could this be? How could a succubus demon have more humanity than anyone I knew? We met often in that house of crystal -- this is where she felt most safe -- hidden from predatory demons that roamed the physical plane. It was on one of these occasions that she tried to explain her world to me, which in retrospect I realised, was because she wanted to prepare me for the trials that were to come.
"There are many of my kind on this plane," she said. "Many far stronger and more malevolent than me. They are relentless, searching for hosts with weaker demons to subsume and aggrandise themselves. Now that you have me, my love, we have to be careful."
"How so," I asked nervously.
"As you develop your will, you will become visible to the ethereal world and attract their attention. The ethereal plane has many entities that would risk a lot to have you, but we have a little time before we need to worry about that."
"But we have the gatekeeper?" I asked.
"Yes, my love, but there are truly powerful demons in this world. The first demons, the 'primordiai' are creual and malevolent and powerful. If they should take an interest then we will be in trouble."
"And what will happen if they find me?" I asked now, worried for Luka.
"They will forcibly try to possess you and destroy me," she said. "If they do that you will lose your free will, become a puppet, a hollow shell of a man dancing to their tune, but I will not let that happen to you, my sweet love."
"And you?" I asked.
"I will become no more. Oblivion, the eternal rest."
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"I will be forever gone from this plane and will never see you again."
She smiled, "But that will not happen."
I smiled too -- I would not let that happen either and we talked the rest of the evening away in her house of glass.
On Sunday morning I woke up at dawn, in fact, I woke up refreshed at dawn every morning. Luka said that this was because I was becoming more in tune with the natural world. She said that the world consisted of the physical plane that we could see and touch and the ethereal plane that we could only feel. Over the millennia, humans had lost touch with the spirit plane, but having her inside me re-established that connection. My senses were sharper too, and I took enormous pleasure in the small things -- the birds squabbling in the hedgerows, the winter sun warming my face and the emptiness of the country lanes.
I arrived at 9am for the morning service and I was greeted by Father Nicholai and Sister Anne-Marie. The pastor shook my hand and I took my place in the church. I sat down whilst the congregation milled around me, exchanging greetings with one another. In the general turmoil, Anne-Marie approached me and caught my attention with her eyes. I followed them to the confessional booth and I winked back at her understanding her message. No one noticed me slip behind the velvet curtain and a minute or two later I was joined by another person in the adjoining chamber.
"How can I help you?" Anne-Marie's said in the stillness of the little space.
"I have sinned mother."
"Confess your sins to God my child."
The church organ rang out and the congregation began their morning hymns.
"I fucked her again, twice."
I proceeded to recount my liaison with Kate and just as the last time, I felt a hot flush burning in Anne-Marie's vagina and breasts. Her breathing became more ragged as I described each carnal act and presently I heard the soft sighs of a woman vigorously fingering herself. After a minute or two I heard the click of a latch and the dividing booth door swung open an inch. Anne-Marie had unlocked the panel and I pushed it open. She sat leaning against the back wall facing me with her cassock hitched up around her waist. Her hands were working furiously on her little mound diving in up to the first knuckle than making quick circling motions on the surface.
"Forgive me Father for what I'm about to do," she quietly said.
Her pussy was slick with juices and her pussy unshaven with thick downy red hair. Her eyes held mine and she said, "Am I not wicked?"
I watched her, fascinated as one hand worked on her clitoris whilst the other hand kneaded her ample bosom.
"Get up," I ordered, "and turn around."
She stopped what she was doing and got up in an instant laying the palms of her hands against the smooth polished panels of the confessional wall revealing a row of buttons running down the back of her cassock. I grabbed the neckline and pulled sharply. Each button popped from its mooring and a moment later it fell to the ground. Complete in her nakedness she turned round trying to cover herself with a hand over her tits and vagina.
"Sit down," I said.
A flicker of a smile touched her lips and she sat down revealing herself in all her glory. Her tits were full and round, milky white and enormous. She really was well endowed and she smiled as my eyes wandered over her body. Her cunt was hairy but neatly trimmed revealing her slit that glistened wet and moist. She pulled her legs up on the pew and inserted a finger as far as it would go.
"Ten years without a fuck," she said, "in service to the church. Father who art in heaven and in who's grace we live, forgive me."
She started bobbing her fingers in and out of her cunt, rocking her pelvis causing her great oversized breasts to wobble in a most enticing manner. I freed my cock and Anne-Marie watched it as it began to quiver and expand. If unfolded before her and she ran her tongue over her lips. With one hand I started stroking myself whilst with the other I reached into my coat pocket and handed her the flesh coloured dildo. She took it eagerly and with a hungry twinkle in her eyes inserted it.
One hand spread her lips whilst the other worked it into her hairy pussy. She used long steady strokes to bury it up to its silicone hilt. All the while she took unapologetic delight in my eyes as they ravished her body and soon she was groaning in joy, oblivious, or perhaps not caring that only a thin velvet curtain separated us from onlookers.
