Notes:
This is a direct sequel to a previous story; you can find it here:
https://literotica.com/s/astaroth-awakens-ch-04
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Astaroth was pleased by how the plan was proceeding. The target had been chosen masterfully, a convent, deep in the mountains and intentionally away from most towns.
The convent itself had little security. A decent wall enclosed the place, and some paladins from a local order did some guard duty, but most would not have considered it a target of rogues or marauders, for the living there was spartan and ascetic, the nuns in it dedicated to a harsh god that treated desire and need as an offence that demanded punishment.
It was the kind of place that infuriated Astaroth, it's denizens subjecting themselves to suffering and loneliness.
To add insult to injury, the god they dedicated themselves to was not known to Astaroth, who had heard of many powers across the planes. He speculated that it had been made up, mortals being fond of making up false divinities all the time, despite the innumerable amount of existing ones in creation already.
As had been planned by Belladonna, Violet had scouted the nearby areas, and found this place ripe for the taking, its inhabitants would not only swell the ranks of Astaroth's horde, but also would free them of their unnecessary suffering.
His little slutty pixie had been key in gaining access to the place, her small size and silent flight made her infiltration simple.
Once inside, she unlocked the gates, allowing Belladonna and her scouts to silently enter and neutralize the few guards posted.
Viscera then took the bulk of their group and stormed the place, capturing and immobilizing every single nun, so Desire could extend her Master's essence into them, freeing them of their miserable existence and enlist them into their people.
Astaroth entered the building with a wide smile, the sounds of the growing orgy making him swell both in pride and power. The desires of these poor repressed women were floating in the air, and they made his heart burn with righteous joy at their liberation.
After making sure all possible exits were closed off, he made his way further in, towards the main chapel, where he was told the canoness and some of her nuns had fortified themselves trying to avoid the inevitable.
Viscera and Belladonna had both decided to leave this for Astaroth himself to deal with, as they both could sense how their Master wanted to take the final blow towards this despicable home of repression.
He was pleased with his followers knowing him so well, and decided he had to reward them later.
But now, onto more urgent business.
The double doors into the main chapel had been blocked, probably with furniture and other items, and its windows were too small for everyone sans Violet, who was now sitting on Astaroth's shoulder with a coquettish smile of pride at her work.
For mortals, such a barrier might have proven a challenge, but it was not for a being like him, especially now that his powers were further awoken thanks to his recent experiences.
Astaroth raised one of his hooved feet, and with a firm and powerful move of his leg, kicked the double doors with such force that they almost disintegrated into splinters and sawdust.
The room, as expected, was a small chapel which the remaining 2 nuns and the canoness had barricaded using the benches, cabinets and other easily moved objects.
These items had been no match for Astaroth's power, whose kick had basically pushed all of them out of the way as the door burst into pieces.
One of the 3 women was holding a long golden candelabra like a spear, and bravely charged the Demon Lord in a futile attempt to defeat him.
Astaroth liked her fire, and grabbed the candelabra as it approached him and pulled it, dragging the nun towards him.
He grabbed her by the waist with a single hand, such was his size, and lifted her to his face, forcing a sloppy wet kiss on her, his long slithering tongue basically face fucking her.
The woman barely resisted, the tint of Astaroth's essence showing in her eyes almost immediately, her hands caressing his huge head as a brutal orgasm took her.
So many repressed desires, it was like breaking a dam.
Astaroth passed the quivering and transforming woman to his followers behind him, who were delighted to welcome her to his horde.
With a smile he advanced forwards and saw how the other nun, aside from the canoness, had dropped to her knees and desperately prayed to her false god.
As one of his hooves landed near her, the stomp of his weight startled her into looking into his eyes, the woman quickly getting lost in their power.
The Demon Lord, now with his power properly awoken, though yet nowhere near full strength, was able to connect with her soul without touching her.
He pushed past her fear and anxiety, and found the mountain of repressed desires crushing her, and like toppling a fragile building, he knocked it down with a blow from his very soul.
The woman doubled over as the rush of desire and wantonness took over her body, and she desperately pulled up her habit, exposing herself and masturbating so hard it seemed her life depended on it.
Satisfied with his show of power, Astaroth stepped forward and stood right in front of the canoness.
Youth had abandoned her some time ago, but her eyes were full of strength and determination, her rigorous life turning her into an unbending pillar of repression and self-control.
Her ascetic life had left her so rail thin, she was basically skin and bone. With his preternatural sight, Astaroth could also feel how her body was criss-crossed with scars and bruises from regular self-flagellation, literally punishing herself for those things that could make her happy.
The Demon Lord was disgusted, and he could not wait to liberate this poor lost soul.
She stood firm in front of him, holding a powerless holy symbol towards him. Her grey eyes a mixture of fury and fear, but Astaroth could feel the confusion behind them as she saw her nuns succumb to the joy denied to them for so long.
"Back off, monster?" she screamed at him, "you may take my life, but you shall never take my soul!"
Astaroth grinned, he was not so powerful as to know no fear, but he could recognize empty bravado when he saw it.
"That symbol holds no power, canoness," he said, picking it up from her hand and tossing it away after examining it with curiosity. "I have learned of many divinities in my time, but this one does not exist."
He could see the colour drain from her face while raw fury and frustration took over.
"You lie, fiend?" she said, almost breaking her lungs, the idea of having devoted a life and all her suffering to a meaningless symbol weighing heavy on her. "Our lord would never abandon us!"
Astaroth shook his head and focused his eyes on hers, trying to dig deeper into her scarred soul for those things that may awaken her repressed desire.
There, deep inside her psyche, were the seeds of ideas and fantasies long forgotten, of youthful need and effervescence.
He pulled on them, and allowed himself to take on their shape, giving her a glimpse of what she truly wanted.
Astaroth's shape morphed slowly into a more equine one. His body retained the same general shape, but his head changed into one somewhat resembling a horse, his tail growing long and at the same time a luscious white mane sprouted from the back of his neck and head.
His fur was the colour of the blackest void, and he had eyes like two glowing rubies. He irradiated power, and many of his followers approved, if their moans and gasps were any indication.
The canoness stood there, mouth agape, utterly baffled by the change.
"You remember, don't you?" he said, knowing the answer, "of those days in the stables, looking at your brother's stallions, fantasizing about their huge cocks on tall muscular men."
She could barely whimper, holding her chest as her heart hammered her ribcage.
"Lies! I have no such desire! I would never...," she trailed off, the words choking on her throat.
Astaroth chuckled and grabbed Belladonna from behind him, putting her in front of the canoness and moving her like a doll, so she posed with her gorgeous rear and legs clearly in view of the old nun, the mischievous ranger shaking it sensually to tease her.
"Do you remember how you punished and hurt your novices when you caught them changing, their beautiful youthful bodies making you feel both jealous and hungry, their flesh pulling at you like hooks on your skin?" he said, once again, knowing the answer.
The canoness tried to turn her gaze away from Belladonna, her eyes tearful and confused. The lustful ranger, to tease her further, held her beautiful pink pussy open for her, wet and needy for attention, her little doe tail twitching sensually.
"You shall not tempt me, monster?" she said, holding her habit close, "I shall remain pure!"
Astaroth chuckled again and gave Belladonna a lustful kiss and spank, sending her back to the rest of his horde to enjoy the show.
The Demon Lord looked at the tired, angry and sad woman in front of him. Cracks were beginning to show... he could capture her, continue the onslaught of temptation until she broke, begging for his essence and freedom.
But Astaroth was no fool, it would take weeks, maybe even months, and the idea of keeping this miserable creature in conflict for so long was not amusing. Contrary to what many would have thought, he did not revel in suffering... unless it was the catalyst for more joy.
