The Cambion Chronicles

Helen woke up feeling the soft sheets covering her naked skin. She was drowsy, her body felt heavy. The witch expected to hear the familiar chirping of birds she had grown used to while staying at the farm, but instead, she heard only distant moans of pleasure and constant thumping sounds. Triggered by the erotic noises, the memories of what had happened before she lost consciousness came rushing to the forefront of her mind. This wasn't her room, she was still at the barn and the orgy of nuns and novices was still very much on.

Helen opened her eyes, letting her blurry vision adjust to the light. She held the sheets to her breasts and quickly sat up looking around. On the nightstand, she saw the old clock, "I've been sleeping for seven hours, and... they are still doing this?" She thought, hearing the moans, wet clapping noises, and guttural grunts coming from downstairs.

The bed was at the elevated loft in the barn where Kristanna had been staying. Helen noticed a bump on her belly, a fraction of what she remembered taking in. Most of Kristanna's cum was somehow gone, yet the bed was perfectly dry. Helen could only assume that she had leaked most of the cum downstairs, or her body had absorbed it over the hours.

"Welcome back, dear" Kristanna's lustful voice entered Helen's ears as smooth as silk. The demoness sat on a chair next to the bed with her legs wide open, hands resting on her knees comfortably as her balls hung from the edge of her seat like two massive watermelons, so low they touched the floor. Both Kristanna's cock and ball sack were adorned by a web of bulging veins. Those thick tubes gave the set of genitalia a powerful, yet disturbing appearance. Branching and coiling under the demoness' dark skin, some veins were as thick as fingers, constantly pulsating with blood. The ones on Kristanna's scrotum were particularly thick around the bottom and the sides, bulging more visibly or fading as her testicles shifted.

In front of her, a voluptuous, yet comparatively smaller woman with a white veil was "twerking" her ass upwards. With knees on the floor, her legs completely spread apart. She projected her huge ass towards Kristanna's gigantic, black cock, trapping it between her round, clapping ass cheeks and swallowing it with her asshole. The woman pressed her hands on the ground in front of her and pushed back, impaling herself on the cock. Her generous breasts swung with her constant movement. The woman in the veil also had an impressive set of cock and balls dangling between her legs, dripping cum all over the floor.

Kristanna didn't seem to pay much mind to the novice in front of her. Despite having over half of her cock buried in her asshole, the demoness' attention was focused solely on Helen, "You left last morning to talk to The Seer, you came back and we got... busy. So you never told me how it went. I hope you have good news."

"It was... umm, great. I-I learned a lot about... Many things. Most importantly, I know where to find a Demonic Focus for you." Helen spoke as she recomposed herself and sat properly, still holding the bed sheets in front of her breasts. She found the task surprisingly easy as they had at least doubled in size. Those two perky melons could practically hold the sheets on their own. Helen could still hear the moans and noises from downstairs, with the occasional scream followed by wet noises of splashing and raining fluids on the wooden floor.

Kristanna seemed to be dismissive of all the action, this was just another day for her. "I was hoping you'd say that. So how do we get this thing? Is it far from here?"

Helen shook her head, "Not far, we can drive there in just a few hours. But..." The witch paused for a moment scratching her head as she tried to find proper words, "The Celestial Rise got ahold of the Demonic artifacts long ago. They wanted to keep people from being influenced by them, so they put them in consecrated ground. That means only Celestials or those who descend from them can go inside without... burning to ashes."

Kristanna nodded, slowly her eyes and horns began to glow brighter with molten light. She gritted her teeth, trembling in frustration, and without saying a word just grabbed the waist of the novice in front of her and pulled it towards her crotch, burying her entire cock in her asshole at once. The violent move caused the novice to scream in pleasure as well as surprise. Her legs shook as her knees were lifted from the floor, suspended by the strength of the steel-hard monster that had just invaded her torso and now stretched the skin of her belly to its limits.

Helen retreated and leaned back against the wall as she watched Kristanna aggressively thrust her hips against the woman. The demoness stood up, knocked the chair back, and lifted her partner, causing the poor woman to practically hang from her cock with her face down on the wooden floor. Kristanna slapped and groped the novice's wobbling ass cheeks, "Fucking bullshit! FUCK!" She muttered between grunts and moans, nailing the novice's asshole like an industrial pylon, her eyes glowing bright with molten light, powered by raw lust. The poor novice was lost in a daze of pleasure, her cock swinging and blasting cum in every direction as her brain melted in a sequence of orgasms.

The demoness held the novice's deformed torso in place with both her hands. She made her thrusts wider, pulling half of her cock out while angling her hips slightly to the side. This move almost turned the novice's insides out, stretching her asshole way beyond what was reasonable. Kristanna pulled her cock back until she could see one foot of the prolapsing asshole sticking out, hugging her cock like a sleeve of flesh. She then proceeded to ram her cock back inside in a single motion. The novice rolled her eyes, she scratched the wooden floor in despair, succumbing to the extreme pleasure she began to convulse and cum.

Without any warnings, Kristanna also came inside the novice. Her breast milk began to flow like a sprinkler as it rained all over the woman. Her cunt started to wash the floor behind her with juices at the same time that her cock flooded the novice's insides with a sea of jizz. Each blast from the demonic cock caused the novice's belly to surge outwards with the pressure. The roiling cream flooded the novice's inside loudly, blasting with incredible pressure. As the fourth or fifth blast of cum was deposited in her torso, the novice's cheeks filled up. She opened her eyes wide in fear and trembled trying to contain the flood. A vain gesture, as a wide jet of white goo erupted out of her nose, escaping out of her mouth immediately after, painting a white, viscous "V" pattern on the wooden floor that extended three feet away. More jets of cum splashed out of her mouth, growing in power and volume until they were gushing as Kristanna's entire load went straight through her body, shooting further away from the novice's mouth with each stream.

In less than half a minute, the novice's belly was so round and swollen she could probably fit herself inside it. Kristanna extended her hand forward with her arm, palm facing down. An invisible force lifted the novice from the ground, she was yanked up and her head pressed on Kristanna's hand. The demoness grabbed her hair through the white veil, holding her up, and forcing her to face forward.

The novice's eyes came back from rolling behind her head for a moment. Her chin was dripping thick strings of cum as that white cream poured out of both her mouth and nose. Her arms hung limp underneath her, embracing her round belly and shaking from waves of constant pleasure throughout her body. She tried to breathe, but that only caused more of Kristanna's white yogurt to pour out of her mouth and nostrils. For a moment, the novice's gaze fixated on Helen's. Despite the abuse, she still smiled at the witch just before closing her eyes shut and opening her jaw to projectile-vomit yet another torrent of cum. Her entire body tensed, except for her belly as the muscles were far too distended to even move.

Kristanna continued constantly injecting the novice with gallons of demonic seed for over a minute before finally pulling her cock back. The demoness breathed heavily, stumbling slightly to the side and discarding the bloated novice as if she were a used condom. The woman fell on her swollen abdomen, resting on it like a skin cushion and causing a blast of cum to shoot out of her prolapsed asshole. For a moment Kristanna just observed the woman's inflated body, completely ruined, spurting cum like a volcano from a pink cone of flesh protruding out of her ass cheeks.

The demoness sat back on her chair, looking towards Helen on the bed. The witch was frozen in position, holding up the sheets in front of her naked body. Witnessing that scene made her feel a mix of both arousal and fear. She had been in the same position as that novice just a few hours ago and she had enjoyed every second of it. But it was different to witness it from an outsider's perspective. Somehow the view made the brutality of it more real. She couldn't help but notice the raw satisfaction in Kristanna's gaze, almost a sadistic pleasure as she witnessed the fruits of her labor and admired the novice's cum-bloated, utterly deformed, and used body.

Seeing the fear in Helen's eyes, Kristanna shook her head and caught her breath, common sense seemed to return to her, her voice deflated, "I... I guess I'm just gonna turn into a monster now... I don't see how else this could end..."

Helen felt the hopelessness in Kristanna's voice. She wished she had better news to share, but as she didn't, all that was left was trying to calm her down, "We can't give up yet, Kristanna! We know The Rise is in North Jefferson. There are celestials here, we just have to maybe... "

Kristanna shook her head as she screamed in anger and interrupted Helen, "Maybe what? We try to ask the demon hunters trying to kill me if they could please help me recover a demonic artifact from one of their holy sites. How do you think that's gonna go?"

Helen shook her head, refusing to accept her fate, "I... I don't know... I was hoping you would help me figure it out. I see what is happening to you, Kris. When I came here, you were completely out of control! You almost lost yourself. And even now, you're on edge, I can tell that the... The monster inside you is already getting to you. Please, don't let it win! You are so smart and resourceful, you somehow always manage to come up with a plan. I know there must be a way, we just haven't thought of it yet!"

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Kristanna leaned her elbows on her thighs and pressed her thumbs against her temples, slowly shaking her head while staring down. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to center herself and push Orgorath's influence back to the corners of her mind, a task that proved to be more difficult each day. Then she suddenly remembered something Helen said before, "Wait... Did you say "artifacts''? As in more than one?"

The witch nodded, "Yes, the Demonic Focus that The Seer told me about is a pair of bracers belonging to an Archdevil. No one knows their exact origins, just that they have been around since before mankind, passing from hand to hand. Through the years, they had many names, but in our time, they are known as the Bands of Armageddon... I know, it's dramatic. I think The Rise must have chosen this name; they are famous for exaggerating everything."

Kristanna stayed silent for several seconds as Helen just stared at her, waiting for some kind of reaction. Then, finally, the demoness stood up, slowly pacing around as she pondered, "It's a stretch, but if there are two of them, maybe I can convince someone in The Rise into a deal, splitting the spoils. I take one; they take the other. At least they would have something to gain from it. Power is always tempting, and from what I know of those assassins, they may not be above this kind of deal. They shot arrows blindly at a house, hitting anything and everyone inside. They may act righteous, but in the end, they are all the same."

The words seemed to be directed more at herself than at Helen. But the witch was latching on to any semblance of hope to encourage Kristanna, so she responded in excitement, "Yes! I think this may be a chance for us!"

Kristanna didn't seem to share the same excitement, scratching her chin softly with one of her sharp nails, which were dark red claws at this point. "Well, first we would have to find them... and I don't know how to do that without exposing myself and getting killed."

Helen nodded, but then opened her eyes wide as she seemed to have an idea, "The Seer! She is a powerful diviner. She gave me a book to practice divination magic, something that I am far from mastering, but I think I could manage! There has to be a ritual in there to track people... but I would need an item they have touched or owned."

Kristanna thought for a moment then casually asked, "Do arrows count?"

They smiled at each other, Helen nodded back at her, "They do!"

Kristanna stood up and walked to the duffle bag with her belongings, picking up the phone to call Margaret.

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THE NEXT DAY

"The tracking spell is pointing here... I have to say I didn't expect it to bring us to this place". Helen spoke with hesitation in her voice, as she stared through the car window. Across the street was an old-looking bar, some sort of biker's hangout that seemed frozen in time. The paint was peeling off the walls, and the big sign with the name and logo of the palace had long faded to the point of being unreadable. This didn't look anything like a place where a member of The Celestial Rise would live in. The neighborhood was horrible, and empty at this time of the morning. There was litter everywhere, reminding Helen of the Glades she grew up in.

"Maybe that's why it's the perfect hiding spot. I am a demoness disguised as a nun, I was living at a church before. Now I live in a barn." Kristanna responded from the passenger's seat, getting a chuckle out of Helen.

The demoness was wearing her usual nun outfit, nothing else would fit her at this point. Despite the discomfort and amount of focus it took, she was still able to retract her horns and make herself look mostly human again. A task that got progressively harder each day as holding back Orgoroth became more of a burden.

Despite her best efforts, the lack of horns and demonic eyes did nothing to disguise Kristanna's massive body proportions. She was extremely tall, had impossibly huge hips and ass cheeks, giant breasts, and her cock and balls represented about a third of her body weight. No regular person could look that big, and no clothes on the planet could hide that.

"You wanna maybe watch for a while? Someone could walk in or out, or look through a window. We could get some confirmation that she is here." The witch asked.

"I don't think so. It will only give them time to spot us, then they could attack or leave. I'm not pretending I am better than the Celestial Rise at stalking and hunting people. We probably look like amateurs to them. This plan has to either work or not, there is no plan B this time. Let's go in right now."

Helen nodded and grabbed the truck keys from the ignition, nervously opening her door. She adjusted her long, red hair, straightened her black dress, then looked at the bar and took a deep breath, walking to the door with resolve. Kristanna followed not too far.

Gweneth had just finished cleaning the bar counter when heard the entrance bell over the hard rock playing in the background. When she lifted her head to look, she was surprised to see a young, gorgeous, and voluptuous redhead woman walking in. She wore a dark dress and a black leather choker as well as knee-high boots. A strange visitor to have this early when the bar was empty, and unaccompanied nonetheless. "Are you lost, dear? The Comic Con you missed must be in a different neighborhood".

Helen chuckled at the monotone, dismissive attitude of the jaded bartender, "I think I am where I am supposed to be. I'm Helen." The witch said as she approached and sat on a stool by the counter, taking in the environment. The entire place looked like it was stuck in the nineties, maybe even the eighties, Helen couldn't tell the difference as she had been born after both decades.

"Well, Helen. Did he kick you out?" Helen seemed confused until Gweneth clarified, "Your man. Did he kick you out in the morning?"

Helen chuckled and shook her head, "Ah... There is no man in the picture. I just needed a drink."

Gweneth nodded, "Alright, keep your secrets then." She couldn't help but glance at Helen with admiration for her beauty. Helen was flawless, from her skin to her green eyes and beautiful copper hair reaching her waist. Gwen had a touch of envy for the youth she no longer had. Since Octavia got back looking exactly like she did twenty years ago, she felt insecure about her age and appearance. While still very beautiful for a middle-aged woman, Gwen's youth had faded over the years, an unavoidable truth. How long until Octavia met someone like Helen and decided to leave? Trade her for a younger, more compatible person.

The bartender had her thoughts interrupted. Both she and Helen turned their heads as the sound of boots tapping on the floor approached. Octavia walked from the back room, joining them by the counter. She wore no leather jacket this time, just her white tank top, jeans, and brown leather boots. The outfit left her defined arms exposed, a mostly faded tattoo showed the crest of her biker gang. Over the years, she had always made a point to cover it up. But not anymore, not here with Gwen.

Sitting on a stool right next to Helen, Octavia used her Divine Sense to see right through her, "You can fool my friend, dear. But I know who you've been dealing with. I can almost smell it on you," she spoke with disdain in her voice, perceiving the traces of Kristanna's corruption in Helen's body and soul.

Realizing she had been busted already, Helen tried to get up and cautiously move away. But in what felt like a fraction of a second, Octavia's hand landed on her shoulder and prevented any movement, "Hey, no need to leave so quickly. You just came in here, now stick around. Tell me what you want, precisely. No lies"

However unaware she was, Gweneth could tell something was off just by Octavia's intimidating tone. Did she know that redhead? What was she talking about? The bar owner froze in place and watched with an apprehensive expression, considering if she would once again have to resort to the shotgun under the counter. Helen stuttered, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn't escalate the situation.

Right as the witch fumbled to say something, Kristanna opened the door at the bar's entrance and walked in. The black, demonic nun, all six-foot-five of her, stepped into the room without saying a word. If Gwen had already been impressed by Helen's figure, now her jaw was on the floor. This wasn't a woman, this was a tank, a black juggernaut. And dressed as a nun, nonetheless. The conflicting messages were a bit too much for Gwen's uninitiated mind to process. The supernatural world, Octavia's life, were nothing more than stories to her. Now she witnessed it with her own two eyes.

Octavia's expression became serious and stern as she stepped up and went for a blade on her waist, quickly drawing the dagger and tossing it in Kristanna's direction. The flying dagger hit the wall next to Kristanna. She tried to stop it with her telekinetic power but was surprised when it failed.

The huntress smiled wickedly, "What happened? Your telekinesis tricks can't stop pure Divinium? The arrows had wooden parts, but not these. Give me a reason why I shouldn't throw the next one into your skull." Octavia spoke with a casual, yet assertive tone.