Warlock awoke in darkness, as he often did-- but this time his eyes and head were aching rather than his hips and jaw.

Sitting up, his hands probed about in the darkness and found he was in a small wooden booth with a little port in one of the walls.

"Right..." He muttered, remembering how he got there. "Witch? Darling? Are you there?"

A soft moan came from the other booth, through the port.

"Witch, are you masturbating right now?"

She giggled, still making those little gasps he normally loved to hear. "Oh, I'm SORRY, Daddy, I've been NAUGHTY... Or, whatever these guys say." She giggled again.

"Witch, come on, we've gotta get out of here." He patted himself down. His wand was missing, as was his book and armor. "Crap, they took my stuff."

"Yeah, me-- AH! Me too..."

"Why is this turning you on?"

"What? You don't find this kinda funny? She wants to make us get married! It's cute!"

"Not to me," He muttered, kicking the door. It didn't open right away but a few more blows and the wooden board holding it shut went flying off.

The room beyond was clearly storage-- stacks of crates and barrels lined the walls, some opened. A small window allowed light in, but not enough space for either of them to crawl out that way-- her ass was too fat, and his shoulders too broad.

Glancing back he confirmed what he'd guessed-- the Mother Superior had locked them in an old confessional booth to keep them busy. Witch's booth didn't even have a door-- they'd just put more wooden boards over the opening, and not even well.

Warlock knelt by the booth, peering in. Sure enough, the love of his life had hiked her dress up and was flicking her magic bean to the whole situation.

Damn her kidnapping fetish, he thought to himself, though he was still smilling to see her again.

Spotting him, she gasped. "Ah! Don't look-- don't you know it's bad luck before the ceremony?"

"Honey, we both know you're not trapped," Warlock snapped, suddenly annoyed. "Come on."

"Ugh, fine." She smoothed her skirt back down and slipped out through the gap, squeezing slightly to get each cheek through. "What's got you in such a mood right now," she asked, "You're normally more into it when we have to escape a dungeon."

Warlock helped her to her feet and kissed her hand, but before he could answer, the door to the room opened, creaking. Hand in hand, they ducked behind a crate and watched.

In crept a single sister of the convent, dressed in priestess robes. She was petite, and rather cute all things considered, with large glasses and a skinny frame, clutching a spanking paddle.

"H-hello?" She asked. "If you two are trying to escape in here, I should warn you... I'm armed! Y-you've got to stay in your booths until the ceremony, OK?"

The couple exchanged a look. Clearly these girls were neither trained nor experienced in combat. They might know a little magic, but otherwise ought to be easily overpowered.

Sneaking around the perimeter of the room, ducking behind boxes and barrels alike, Witch crept closer to the priestess. One of her hands took on a shimmering blue color, turning spectral until her bones were visible. Her hand sank into the girl's back and she spasmed, one of her legs going limp as her Chilling Touch paralyzed her.

"W-w-what!? Hey! Who's there?!" She tried to swing at Witch, but couldn't quite reach the woman behind her.

Warlock cursed. All this noise would draw attention. He opened his hands and conjured a ball of dark energy, firing it at the priestess.

The blow was perfect, catching the side of her head and knocking her out immediately.

"Hey!" Witch complained. "I had that!"

Warlock stood up from behind the boxes. "SHH! Come on, bring her here!" He whispered, harshly.

Witch grabbed the girl and dragged her to where she wouldn't be seen, huffing and puffing as she did.

"This is normally so much easier-- I miss my belt."

"We'll get our stuff back in a bit. Meantime, we've got to lay low-- we're under-equipped to handle a whole convent of nuns, whether they can fight or not."

"Yeah, being outnumbered sucks..." She sighed. "What do you recommend?"

Warlock rifled through the box of priestess robes, discarding progressively skimpier outfits. "We can probably disguise you as one of the sisters, and I can hide... under.... your... DAMMIT, WHY ARE THESE ALL SO SEXY??" He huffed. "Can't find one with a long enough skirt for me to hide under!"

"I see one~" Witch sang, bumping his hip with hers.

Warlock turned to look at her, holding what appeared to be a single strip of robe with a hole for the wearer's head-- barely large enough for any actual person. "Where? All of these look like fetish outfits to me."

Witch pointed, then slowly drifted her finger away from the box, towards the unconscious priestess on the ground.

Warlock sighed, exasperated, then smiled.

"What would I do without you?"


To anyone in the hallway, the sister emerging from the storage room was nothing suspicious-- calmly walking through the cloisters in her habit-- though her hips and rear spread the skirts wider than average for certain.

But there were no people in the hallways-- just a series of locked prayer rooms with the occasional quiet sounds of voices behind them.

This sister carried on, stumbling only occasionally, as if tripping or stepping on something concealed by her skirt.

From below, a muffled voice spoke to her, hands caressing her thighs. "Try and find the room they've put our stuff in! We have got to get out of here, and fast."

"Seriously, why are you so-- eep!" She stopped suddenly, stumbling as she rounded a corner and saw two more sisters-- these ones taller and stronger-looking than the one they'd just knocked out-- guarding a set of double doors.

"Hello, sister!" One of them cheered. "Did you need something?"

"No!" She said, quickly. "I mean, yes. I'm trying to get into the storage room back there. Mother Superior needs me to fetch... some more holy water!"

"Ahh, for the ceremony," one of them grinned. "Hot. Sure, go ahead. Let me just unlock this door for you. Knock twice to come back out, OK?"

Producing a key from her robes, the sister unlocked the door and opened it, allowing her "fellow priestess" inside.

"Thanks!" she cheered, slowly shuffling through.

As the doors shut behind them, Witch exhaled suddenly, hurling the priestess outfit off in a single motion, instantly rendering herself naked, and revealing her lover on the floor below her with her dress hanging from his mouth.

Warlock stood and handed her her normal dress. "Here you go. Come on, our stuff has to be in here somewhere."

Witch flushed deeply, annoyed. "Something is up with you today! You didn't grope my thighs or ass once and you were under my skirt for like fifteen minutes!"

Warlock rifled through a series of boxes until he found a locked one, shaking it to determine its contents. "I was focused."

"You're never too focused for grab-ass," Witch grumbled, following him. "Is this the one?"

"Yep. I can hear your bag in there. Locked." Warlock wrapped a hand around the padlock and a burst of dark energy fired in his palm. When he opened it, the lock was reduced to smoldering bits of metal. "Now it's not."

"God you're so hot," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, pressing her breasts into his back. "Come on honey, can't we have a little fun while we're here?"

"Are you still not dressed?" He asked, tossing her bag at her. "Come on, we have stuff to do."

"I thought I was your favourite "stuff" to 'do'..."

Warlock's expression didn't so much as flicker.

"OK seriously-- what's got you so upset?!" She asked, putting her dress and accessories on. "You've been like this since we woke up~! I need to know what's going on with you, and I'm not following you another step until I do!"

Warlock looked at her, adjusting his bracers. She was serious. Hands on hips, face screwed up into an uncharacteristically stern expression... but under that he could tell she was sincerely worried for him, and that made his heart ache to see.

Warlock's face softened. He rubbed his eyes. "Gah, I'm sorry love... I just... this wedding thing is mortifying."

"Why?!" She threw her hands up. "I thought we loved each other!"

"We do--"

"Then what would be so wrong with getting married?" She asked. "Aside from her rushing us."

Warlock sighed. "Darling, my powers come from my contracts. Getting married IS a contract. If she succeeds at making us get married-- that's it."

"What do you mean?"

"My powers would enforce the contract, meaning we'd be bound as lifelong, faithful partners. Period."

Witch embraced him, cupping his cheek with one hand and his face with the other. "Aww, pookie~. That's not so bad, is it?"

"Faithful, MONOGAMOUS partners, love."

Witch's smile faded. "You mean...?"

"No swinging, no double-teaming, no more of our favourite forms of kinky fun. Just us, having normal sex... till we die."

Witch's expression turned confused, then disbelieving, then blank... then, without changing from that blank stare into space, something in it darkened.

"How dare that bitch."

"RIGHT?!" Warlock shouted, throwing his hands up. "It's ridiculous!"

"IT'S BULLSHIT!" Witch shouted, grabbing a random object from a nearby box and throwing it at the brick wall... only for said wall to make a hollow, wooden THUNK noise as it bounced off.

Both of them turned, slowly, to look at it.

"Did that wall...?"

"...yeah, I heard it too."

The two of them approached, moving boxes until they found the spot. Close inspection revealed that someone had carefully painted a brick wall overtop of a wooden door, even going so far as to paint cracks around the hole where the doorknob had once been.

Witch put her ear to the hole and listened, her face growing hotter, eventually biting her lip and making a sound of pure delight.

"Ooh, sounds like people having our kind of fun~" She giggled, stepping back. "Let's see what the Big Mama's dirty little secret is, eh?"

With her belt back, the kick was enough to send that door flying off its hinges, the pieces scattering on the floor of the room beyond.

The room beyond was not just a room, but an entire extra hallway-- and all throughout the room, dangling from chains like meat in a butcher shop... dozens upon dozens of the priestesses of the convent, some writhing, some struggling, some simply hanging limp. All throughout, a pulsing purple light bathed the room. Stepping into that light, both of them felt a mild buzz run through them. Warlock adjusted the crotch on his pants, acutely aware of his growing erection. "Ambient magic field."

Witch squirmed, thighs rubbing together. "Yeah. Only just stepped in and I've already got tears running down my legs..." She giggled, "and since they're locked up..."

"Constant denial." Warlock squinted through the dangling bodies, at the far end of the hall. "Question is... why?"

Witch opened her bag and produced a broomstick, giving it a test swing. "One way to find out. You coming?"

Warlock snickered. "Hands-free? What do you take me for?"

Witch sighed, giving him a look of loving exasperation.

"There he is~"


The hallway felt longer than it looked. Passing every hanging figure was like walking past an execution, it was impossible not to stare. Each of them hanging from a chain in some form of leather or rope harness, variously clothed, many of them gagged and/or blindfolded-- every single one of them locked into a finely-crafted chastity belt, trickling sweat and other fluids into a pot, pan, or jar directly beneath them.

Warlock ran a hand up one girl's thigh-- she shivered at the touch, breath quickening. "Guess we know what's in the "holy water," now.

Witch wound up and spanked the girl's ass, hard. Through the gag, she squealed as her body convulsed, cumming and squirting through the leotard she'd been trussed up in instantly.

"Holy MOLY," Witch doubled over laughing, "They're sensitive! They--- whoa. Look at the chains."

Sure enough, strings of glowing runes had appeared on the girl's chains, rising up into the ceiling and rippling through the brickwork in a massive set of concentric rings.

Warlock's eyes went wide. "That's... a big magic circle."

"Yeah," Witch's hand ran down her body, skirting around her thighs. "It's harvesting all their pent-up lust. But what's it for?"

"Well," Warlock swallowed, hard. "What could YOU power with an abattoir full of horny, sexually repressed church girls?" Their eyes met. Neither of them had to say it, but the words came to their lips at the same time.

"Anything you wanted."

Following the ripple of energy through the chains and into the ceiling, they could see a single line of runes where the energy was headed down instead of up. Witch followed it with her gaze until it came down at the end of the hallway, to a magic circle on the floor and a heavy locked box-- black lacquered wood and shiny metal locks along the body. Big enough to fit a person in, and the box was rocking back and forth, the runes around it flashing in seemingly random sequence.

"Hey! I think they're doing something different over here!" She jogged over and knelt beside it. "These runes are powered by part of the lust energy. What do you think they do?"

Warlock started towards her but was stopped when a voice echoed through the room-- the voice of the Mother Superior, as if via a spell.

"Naughty, naughty... You're not supposed to be in here... Someone has to teach you a lesson." A rattling sound filled the room and several of the girls hanging from the walls and ceiling dropped down suddenly, spilling jugs of fluid and landing on shaky legs. "Girls~? Catch these troublemakers and they'll take your place on the ceiling. Then Mommy will give you JUST what you're craving..."

Warlock backed away from them as their restraints loosened-- they clawed away their gags and blindfolds and earplugs and turned ravenous, desperate gazes on the sorcerous couple.

One of them shuddered and moaned. "Hunky fella~" She rasped, her voice hoarse. "Wanna go for a ride?"

In remarkable sync, they began to variously shamble towards them, zombie-like in their motions, half-enunciating sexual advances. Warlock's wand flew into motion, firing a blast that knocked one of them back, but didn't deter the group.

"Uhhhh. Babe?!" He asked, stepping back.

From overhead, Witch flew into motion, one hand easily pulling an iron pot from her bag, which grew into a full-sized cauldron in moments. Undeterred by the size or weight of it, she SLAMMED it into the pack of feral girls, launching them back.

"Hands off, ladies!" She barked, hoisting the cauldron onto her hip as easily as a wicker basket. "This one's mine~ You gotta wait your turn."

As the recuperated, one of them locked eyes with Witch and wandered her gaze all over her fine physique. "Pretty lady..." She moaned, just as the others had. "Please touch me~"

Witch flushed. "Oh man, they're fried. They don't care who they fuck at this point."

"Works for me!" Warlock shouted. A few flicks of his wand and out of his shadow rose a trio of short, scrawny creatures that manifested into the world with a series of loud, wet POP! sounds. In a moment, three brightly-colored Imps had spawned from nothingness and were lunging into the crowd of sisters like a ball of groping, licking, sucking mischief.

"Babies!" Witch cheered, endeared as always by Warlock's menagerie of horny, genderless sycophant familiars. "Aww, I missed these guys!"

"Keep your distance, love." He put a hand on her shoulder. "They'll keep the girls busy while we come up with a plan."

Sure enough, almost immediately the barrage of hands and mouths had three of them writhing on the floor, cumming with uncomfortable ease and frequency. The remainder were gathered close, curious and transfixed, but too hesitant to get pulled into what was rapidly becoming a colorful orgy, at least not yet.

"Great!" Witch asked. "Do you have a plan?"

"Not really. You?"

Witch turned back to the locked box.

"Think we've got an ally in there?" She asked.

"Maybe." Warlock swallowed, hard. "If they're as pissed at the Mother Superior as we are, then definitely."

"If they're not?"

Warlock shrugged. "Can't make this situation any worse... right?"

Witch weighed their options. It was a gamble, but it would have to pay off.

"Cover me."

"Yes ma'am."

Running up to the box, Witch grabbed the locks one by one and simply snapped them off like she was picking fruit, greatly enjoying that she had her Mighty Belt back, and the inhuman strength that came with it.

Flipping the lid open, the first thing that hit her was the smell. The inside of the box absolutely REEKED of raw human sex, and it was no surprise why: inside was a completely sweat-drenched girl, wearing nothing to speak of but her own long, blonde hair. One hand running all over her own body, which was drawn taut with stiff, lean muscle: the other buried three knuckles deep in her own pussy, desperately pumping her fingers in and out, in and out. She paused only to switch hands, tasting herself on her fingers and using the other hand to toy with her clit, moaning with a soft, raw voice.

"Whoa, girl! You been at this a while, huh?" Witch asked.

The girl's eyes creaked open, blinking and struggling to focus. She opened her mouth to ask something but only a raw noise of pleasure slipped out.

"I hear that." Witch glanced over her shoulder at Warlock, who had thrown a single giant black tentacle into the mix to try and keep the sisters at bay, but had only succeeded in giving four of them something to wrap around and grind on. "Hey, listen, we're trying to go fuck up the boss lady.

The girl sat bolt upright, dripping sweat, fingers still in her mouth, and turned to Witch with her eyes screwed shut.

"Too... bright." she mumbled, still gnawing her own pussy-stained knuckles.

"Oh, yeah, you must've been in there a while... here." Witch grabbed a black blindfold off the ground and tied it around the girl's head, covering her eyes. "Better?"

"Mm." the girl stood, naked as a jaybird and shaky-legged, and stepped out of the box. The runes began smoldering and burning out where her bare foot met the stone, and like fire the effect spread until the magic circle was nothing but gibberish lines. "I can see... everything... it's all so clear."

Warlock turned away from the fight for a moment. "Uhhh. Hi?"

"Hello," she said, wrapping her arms around his. "Here. Let me help. Take two steps to the right with me?"

Warlock looked at his lover with palpable confusion. Witch shrugged.

"Alright." He complied.

"Good." She turned to look at Witch. "Now throw the third item from the top of your bag."

Witch dug through her bag, pulling out a bottled potion, a spiked mace... and a stuffed toy mouse.

"Are... you sure?"

"Are you wearing panties?"

"N... no?"

"Then I'm sure. Throw it, and go long." She turned back to Warlock. "When it lands, shoot the middle Imp with your Eldritch Blast."

Warlock cocked an eyebrow. "You know a lot for a lady who was just in a box."

"Post-nut clarity, friend." She squeezed his arm. "On my mark."

The toy mouse fell from the top of his vision, arcing through the air. It landed squarely between the tentacle and the imps.

"Now!"

Warlock, not willing to push his luck, pointed his wand and fired, the blast of dark energy curving around the wall of horny nuns and striking an imp square in the back. A heart-shaped glyph formed briefly, just above where a set of genitals would be on any other creature, and the Imp squealed with delight as it exploded into a bright pink fireball, launching horny priestesses every which way, and plunging the room into chaos.

The other two Imps ricocheted off the walls, taking out two of their enemies from completely different angles and popping with the same loud SNAP! that preceded their summoning, knocking said priestesses out completely. The tentacle also vanished in the blast, dropping four figures onto the ground writhing in bliss before they all went limp in the afterglow.

"That... was so cool!" Witch shouted, throwing her hands up.

"Wait for it..." the blind girl warned.

Stepping out of the smoke, wearing a skimpy robe that barely covered her scrawny torso, was a single sister-- not one of the ones that had just been release. Her glasses were cracked, and her spanking paddle raised high, looking flushed to the ears and incensed beyond belief-- this was the one that had wandered into the storage room and gotten knocked out earlier, ready to bash someone's head in...

...until a smoldering, squeaky toy mouse struck her square in the forehead, causing her to jump back...

...trip on a sprawled priestess...

...land ass-first on the end of a chain...

...and get suddenly hoisted into the air on a hook that had gone right up into her exposed pussy. Her paddle fell to the floor and she managed to squeak out a pained and pleasured, "Ow..."

"OK." The girl relaxed, letting go of Warlock and walking through the room, effortlessly stepping over obstacles she couldn't see and brushing objects aside. "Now we can move."

Witch turned to Warlock, hefting her cauldron again. "You wanna go crash our own wedding, lovebird?"

Warlock swished his wand overhead, transforming it into a gleaming blade.

"I do."


The halls were crawling with priestesses, all of them armed variously with random objects, sex toys, and bondage "weapons" that proved unsurprisingly ineffective against the three of them.

Warlock's blade swished and slashed, ripping away clothing and sending indecent priestesses diving for cover in shame.

Witch's cauldron CLANGed and BANGed back and forth, frequently knocking girls unconscious, aside, or into a cloister.

And the girl-- the blind girl-- somehow walked ahead of them both, calmly evading the pandemonium with ease despite her blindfold and quavering legs. In fact, a few times her legs gave out on her at precisely the right moment, dropping her below a swung weapon or swaying her out of a priestess' grasp.

"No wonder she disarmed us," Warlock remarked, his sword parting a priestess' robe directly down the middle. "These girls can't fight at all!"

Witch slammed her cauldron down and kicked it, sending it spinning through the hallway and knocking enemies every direction but up, before it came whirling back into her grasp. "Yeah, that tracks. She's hoarding all that magical energy for herself."

"She will be waiting for us, upstairs," Their companion's voice was soft, but slowly recovering from untold hours of being worked raw. "Keep your guard up."


Sure enough, when they emerged from the basement into the church proper, it had been completely decorated for a wedding: Pink and white flowers along the walls, raining down petals; Teary-eyed guests, absolutely nobody the couple recognized, lined the aisle; a beautiful archway of roses in the exit...

And standing in the middle of the aisle, the towering figure of the Mother Superior. Her dress looked like they had already fought her, so full of holes it was-- hip windows, thigh slits, her cleavage visible as well as a bit of tasteful sideboob-- she was clothed only in the most technical sense of the word.

"All the work I've done to make this possible for you," she said, her kind and motherly tone unwavering, "and you remain ungrateful and unwilling."

"Yeah," Warlock propped his sword up on his shoulder and shrugged. "Sorry. We're not ready to settle down just yet."

Witch nodded her agreement, hoisting her cauldron. "Plus this wedding venue is SO not our style, right love?"

"Absolutely not. I was thinking one of those darker, spookier cathedrals, maybe a graveyard."

"It has to be a midsummer wedding, for sure." Witch squeezed his arm. "At sunset, or maybe midnight. Ooh, and we'd need some black flowers to make the red ones pop."

"Agreed." Warlock pointed with his sword, all around the room. "Pastels, woman? Did you even LOOK at us before you planned this?"

"We fuck on the altar when the ceremony's over, and the reception is just one big orgy-- should we invite my old Coven, you think?"

"ENOUGH!" The Mother Superior finally snapped. She raised a hand to the beams of light shining in from the stained glass windows and clenched her fist, catching it in the air and coalescing it in her grip, bending it like taut strings. "You have chosen your path... it's a shame though, since your unholy union has one aspect of a proper marriage..."

Warlock's smile flickered. "What's that?"

"You have committed to one another completely..."

The Mother Superior grabbed the scintillating light and stretched it between her two hands, drawing it out like a sword...

"..For better or worse..."

...until it actually WAS a massive sword of multi-colored light in her hands, effortlessly lifted and smoldering in the air...

"...Till death do you part."

Flaring with her amassed lust energy, the Mother Superior dashed forward with inhuman speed, a massive swipe of her blade blocked only by a golden flash as Warlock's free hand crossed over and with a spray of sparks, his bracer caught the blow, parrying it over their heads like a scorching rainbow.

"That thing HURTS!" Warlock waved his hand as if he'd just dropped something hot. "Even with my bracers, I can't fend her attacks off for too long!"

Witch vanished from his side in a blur, her boots carrying her past the Mother Superior and into place behind her, where she brought her cauldron down-- on an empty spot?!

"Damn, she's fast, too!" Witch remarked, jumping back just in time for that gleaming light-sword to swipe through where her neck had been a split second ago.

Warlock dashed forward, his sword retaliating but meeting only air each time as the Mother Superior moved out of the way of each attack.

"How are we supposed to pin this bitch down?"

The Mother Superior gave a soft smile and a modest wave. "Oh stop~ you can't! Just give up and accept your fate, sinners. You have no chance of pinning me down and tearing off my lovely clothes, having your way with my body..." She blushed, deeply. "Oh my, where did that come from?"

Their companion called from the sidelines, calmly weaving between terrified guests. "She's absorbed a great deal of energy from the girls in the abbatoir-- but it comes with their lust as well! The more of it she uses, the more it will affect her."

"You be quiet!" The Mother snapped. Her sword's blade splintered apart into floating shards and fired off at her, but she simply stepped over the pews and avoided them, even as they turned and changed direction to return to their wielder.

Witch nodded, observing as the pieces of a plan fell into place. "Darling! Here!" She reached into her bag and handed something to Warlock, whispering here idea in his ear.

Warlock nodded, then let the object unfurl so he could see it.

"You sure about this?"

Witch nodded. "Stall until she gets distracted again, then get inside her range so she can't hit you, and we can take her down from there."

Warlock adjusted his bracers and twirled his sword, pocketing their ace-in-the-hole. "Alright, I trust you. HEY! OVER HERE!" He sprinted down the aisle, straight at the Mother Superior. His sword met hers in a flash of light, and she laughed as the last pieces of it reassembled.

"Quaint! But you're nothing compared to the energy I have at my disposal!" They pushed off each other, trading blows as their weapons flashed through the air. One blade seared gashes through stone, wood, and carpet, smoke rising from every near-miss and parry as it grazed past his body. The other shimmered darkly with each impact, occasionally reverting to his wand so he could fire a blast of magic or swap hands.

"Maybe I can't match your energy," Warlock admitted, conjuring a wall of oily black tentacles between them that lashed out, creating a gap for him to catch his breath. "But you're an amateur at sword-fighting. You wield that thing like a club!" He swished his sword dramatically to punctuate his point.

"Hah! You would know about clubs, wouldn't you, with that... thick... juicy..." She shook her head, her body pulsing with that violet energy. "No! I am pure. I fight for love, not lust!" She slashed through the tentacles with her blade, and they shriveled and vanished as she charged him, her blade shattering and firing off pieces with each blow.

Warlock parried for his life, desperately fending off white-hot blades with each motion, slowly backing away as she pressed the attack. Every counter had to be perfect, and even so they were heating up his bracers, slowly scalding his arms until they were standing on the altar, where her onslaught finally stopped, the pieces embedded in their surroundings as if it had been raining stained glass.

Warlock stood from where he had been driven to a knee by the final few blows, panting and dripping with sweat. "That all you-- HRK!"

His feet left the ground and his words stopped in his throat where her hand had wrapped around it. The Mother Superior had hoisted him off his feet. She threw her hand out behind her, and all the shards of colored light blitzed past him, slashing through clothing, burning him savagely as they reassembled into her shimmering greatsword.

"No... but I think you're spent, young man. Nothing left for you to do but lie back... and let Mommy finish you off." She smiled, but it wasn't her gentle, motherly smile. It was dripping with desire. "It's a shame. I bet your wife would have loved the way your rugged body pressed against hers on your honeymoon night," she planted her sword in the ground and ran her hand along his chest, feeling the abs below his chestplate, lingering on his belt. "Such a virile sinner... you could have given her so many beautiful children, the right way... constant, loving, matrimonial breeding... perhaps..." She bit her lip, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "...perhaps I should take a taste... so it doesn't all go to waste, of course..." She pulled him close, leaning in for a kiss, her hand beginning to pull at his waistband, fingertip scraping down his pelvic groove.

"Would you like that?" She asked, breathlessly.

Warlock choked, struggling to speak.

CLICK.

"Huh?"

Looking down at the source of the echoing sound, she at once saw that the hand resting on his bulge had been snapped into a single cuff, the other one dangling beneath it.

"Yeah..." Warlock managed to cough out. "I would like that... but not as much as she would."

With a swift kick, the other cuff went spinning around its partner, latching onto her other wrist and lighting up as the curse took hold-- the cursed manacles that had brought them to the church in the first place.

"Uh." The Mother Superior's grip slackened as that power pooled inside her, unable to be released. "Wait... w-wait, no! My power? The energy!"

Appearing from behind in a blur of motion. Witch slammed her cauldron into the Mother Superior's back, knocking her onto her hands and knees, and Warlock drove his narrow blade right through the chains that held her wrists together, pinning it to the ground.

"Sorry, lady" Witch straddled the woman and yanked her up by her long braid. "But that energy's going nowhere. We came to you to get these cuffs off because they prevent the wearer from expending magical energy-- meaning they can't break the curse that powers them by themselves."

"But it doesn't stop your energy-milking operation downstairs from pouring more of that energy into you," Warlock clarified, sweeping back his hair with his hand. "So, all the arousal from your denied convent is just going to keep flooding into your body, and it's got no place to go."

She squirmed on the ground. "Ohhh... then... this is the part where you two... you have you way with me?" She batted her eyelashes temptingly, before snapping out of it. "N-no!" The high priestess clasped her hands together, head down, ass up. "I-I will pray! I will pray for the strength to resist these urges! You will not break me!"

Witch grabbed her dearly-beloved Warlock's ass, making a catlike purring sound. "That sounded like a challenge, love."

Warlock's grin bordered on feral, his arm curling around to squeeze his adored Witch's breast. "You know, I think it was."

Both of them looked down at the Mother Superior and undid their belts.


The Mother Superior's body was insane-- tall, fit, well-endowed... all of it amplified by the energy to be both strong and matronly, but every soft curve was being groped and caressed by Witch's dutiful hands, while her teeth tore away at her skirts and sought out her drooling pussy.

Meanwhile, leaning up against his own sword, Warlock was grinding her face into his bulge, one hand in her hair, forcing her to smell the sweat and musk of it through his pants.

"Is this what you were looking for, earlier? This the fat cock you wanted a taste of? Go on, don't be shy now..."

"Babe, she's so wet down here." Witch dove in with her lips and tongue, making their captive quiver and gasp, burying her face deeper in his crotch. "It's like eating watermelon."

"You... foul-- f-foul.... ff-ouuuuuuh, fuck... fuck, she's so good at that... hoooooh, you smell so strong... please... m-mercy..."

Warlock pulled his cock free and slapped it agaist her cheek, the sound alone indicative of its weight as he shoved it into her mouth. Almost immediately, he could hear and feel her gagging as his hand pushed her down on it. She choked, she gagged, but Warlock didn't let up, and he could see Witch putting her hands and mouth to work on the woman's pussy, ferociously working her clit with her tongue and pumping her fingers inside, grinding at her sensitive spots.

"Bet you've never been fucked by anyone, the way you talk about marriage and breeding..." Warlock's eyes gleamed darkly under his hood. "You think we should show her what that's like, hon?"

Witch gasped for breath, pulling free of her pussy. Her face was wet with the Mother Superior's juices. "Yeah..." She panted, wiping her mouth. "Yeah, I wanna see you fuck her right here on the altar."

Warlock pried his cock free, just enough to let the woman breath with it still in her mouth. Witch crawled up over her, grabbing her hair from Warlock and turning her head so they could all see each other. "How about you? You want him to fuck you, 'Mommy' Superior? Want him to make that title a reality?"

Panting around a mouthful of cock, she tried to speak but was cut off as Witch pushed her back down, forcing past her gag reflex and burying her nose in his pelvis. "Yeah, we don't really care if you want it or not, hon. You're getting FUCKED tonight. Think of it as your wedding present to us-- you!"


"Fuuuuck, look at her face~" Witch moaned, holding the priestess' head in her hands. "She's fucking broken, love. I think you straight-up broke her brain."

Sure enough, bent over the altar as she was, their victim had stopped speaking a long time ago-- her shackled hands now behind her back, her eyes unfocused and her mouth drooling steadily onto the floor. On the other side, her pussy was doing much the same thing-- so overwhelmed by the constant pounding of Warlock's cock into her and the consistent applications of Witch's mouth and hands to the growing number of sensitive places on her body that she had a puddle forming at her feet as well.

The only thing she managed to do with her mouth anymore was moan hoarsely, begging alternately for them to stop and for them to keep going, barely audible.

"Yeah, all that energy's burned off a while ago." Warlock sounded almost disappointed, pulling his cock out of her. He slapped his wet meat on her ass, watching it ripple. "You got everything you needed?"

"Yeah, only... where did little miss oracle go?"

Both of them glanced around, finding no sign of their naked, blind priestess-- only a crowd of convent sisters who had recovered, and seemed to be eagerly watching from the destroyed pews like a congregation of worshippers.

Warlock shrugged, pulling up his pants. "Eh. I'm sure she's fine. Probably knows exactly what she's doing.

Witch bent down, giving his cock a long lick and the head a quick kiss, just before he tucked it away. "Well, alright. No sense staying now... let's let the girls have their turn."

A ripple ran through the crowd of priestesses. "P-pardon?" One skinny, bespectacled nun asked.

"Well, she's been sexually torturing you and your sisters for who knows how long to empower herself," Witch reminded them, tying her dress back on. "You ought to get some payback, huh? Grab a few toys and see how she likes it?"

The high priestess tried weakly to protest as they removed the cuffs, her arms and legs too weak to support her as she tried to stand, clinging to the podium.

Witch handed a paddle and a bondage hook to the poor sister with the broken glasses. "Enjoy, babes!" she cheered, "We've got places to be. Love ya!"

Warlock smiled, staring after his lover, and sighed before giving the girls a salute and walking out, pausing only briefly to pick up one of the fading shards of concentrated light, and tuck it into his Tiny Black Tome, where it transformed into text on the page.

"Kind of a cool idea, really..." He muttered.

As he caught up with his lady love, he took her hand and walked out the archway the same way they walked in-- hand in loving hand.

And that's where this adventure ends, my darlings. Thank you for reading.

Mwah!

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Pub: 01 Jul 2025 00:16 UTC

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