Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 255: The Devil’s Endless Hunger

The sacred chamber in the pinnacle of the High Church thrummed with the aftermath of ecstasy, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, cum, and incense. Lucifer sat enthroned in the papal chair, his robes disheveled but his composure unbroken.

Bela nestled against his chest, her golden curls matted to her skin, her body still quivering from the waves of pleasure he’d forced upon her. At his feet, Calipso knelt like a faithful disciple, her tongue lazily lapping at the remnants of his seed that dripped from Bela’s stretched pussy.

The stained-glass windows cast fractured rainbows across their entangled forms, mocking the holiness of the space.

But Lucifer’s hunger was far from sated. His blue eyes, sharp as midnight blades, scanned the room with predatory intent. "More," he murmured, his voice a low command that sent shivers through both women. "Bring them all. Every nun, every female cardinal who serves this false god. Tonight, they worship me."

Calipso lifted her head, silver hair cascading like a waterfall, her lips glistening. "As you command, my pope," she whispered, eyes alight with zealous fervor. She rose unsteadily, her white robes still bunched around her waist, exposing the red marks on her ass and the trails of cum leaking down her thighs.

Bela stirred in his lap, her pussy clenching around his half-hard cock still buried inside her, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Master... more? For you?"

He chuckled, a dark rumble that vibrated through her core. "For us all, little one. This empire bends to my will—one body at a time." With a gentle push, he lifted Bela off him, his cock slipping free with a wet schlick, strings of their mingled fluids connecting them briefly. She whimpered at the loss, but obeyed, scampering to help Calipso summon the others.

Within minutes, the chamber filled with a procession of women—nuns in flowing habits of white and gold, female cardinals in scarlet robes adorned with holy symbols that now seemed profane.

There were a dozen at first, then more, drawn by whispers and commands, their faces a mix of awe, fear, and unspoken desire. Among them: Sister Elara, a voluptuous brunette with hips that swayed like temptation itself; Cardinal Mira, tall and stern with raven hair and piercing gray eyes; Novice Liora, barely out of her teens, with freckled skin and wide, innocent blue eyes that belied her curiosity.

Lucifer stood, shedding his papal robes entirely, revealing his chiseled body—broad shoulders, rippling abs, and his massive cock, already swelling anew, veined and throbbing.

The women gasped collectively, some crossing themselves instinctively, others licking their lips. "Kneel," he ordered, his voice echoing like thunder in the vaulted room. They obeyed, dropping to their knees in a circle around him, habits rustling like fallen leaves.

He started with Bela and Calipso, pulling them back into his orbit. "Show them how to serve," he growled. Bela eagerly dropped to her knees before him, her small hands wrapping around his shaft, stroking it to full hardness. Calipso joined her, their tongues dueling over the tip, lapping at the precum that beaded there. ’Slurp, slurp.’ The wet sounds filled the air as they sucked him in tandem, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his.

The others watched, transfixed. Lucifer beckoned Elara forward. "You first, Sister. Taste your new god." She crawled to him, habit hiked up to reveal her bare thighs. Bela and Calipso made room, and Elara’s full lips parted to take him in, gagging slightly as he thrust deep into her throat. "Good girl," he praised, fisting her brunette locks. He fucked her mouth relentlessly, ’gluck, gluck, gluck’, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts.

Calipso, not one to be idle, turned to Mira, the cardinal, pulling her into a heated kiss. Their robes fell away, revealing Mira’s toned body and pert breasts. Calipso’s fingers delved between Mira’s legs, finding her already wet. "Feel his power through me," Calipso moaned, pushing Mira down to join the worship at Lucifer’s feet.

Hours blurred into a haze of flesh and moans. Lucifer moved among them like a storm, claiming each woman in turn. He bent Bela over the papal desk, slamming into her from behind while she ate out Liora’s virgin pussy. ’Slap! Slap! Slap!’ Bela’s ass rippled with each thrust, her cries muffled against Liora’s folds. "Master—yes! Fill me again!" Bela begged, her walls clenching as he pounded her G-spot.

Not far away, Calipso straddled Cardinal Mira’s face, grinding her cum-soaked pussy against the woman’s tongue while two other nuns—sisters with matching red hair—sucked on Calipso’s nipples. "Deeper, you sluts," Calipso commanded, channeling Lucifer’s dominance. The room echoed with wet smacks, gasps, and pleas: "Holy Father—fuck me!" "More, please—your cock ...its ...its divine!"

Lucifer pulled out of Bela with a pop, his seed spilling from her as he turned to a cluster of nuns. He lifted one—a petite blonde with ample curves—effortlessly, impaling her on his cock as she wrapped her legs around him. He bounced her up and down, schlick, schlick, her breasts jiggling against his chest.

Another nun knelt behind him, tonguing his balls, while a third licked the blonde’s clit. Orgasms rippled through the group like chain lightning—women squirting, screaming, collapsing in heaps only to be revived by his touch.

He took Calipso again, pinning her against the wall, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her with brutal force. "You’re mine—all of you," he hissed, cumming deep inside her for the second time that night, her pussy overflowing. Bela crawled over, lapping up the excess, sharing it in a sloppy kiss with a nearby cardinal.

The orgy intensified. Lucifer orchestrated it masterfully—pairing women, directing their pleasures. He fucked a line of nuns on all fours, moving from one to the next, each pussy tighter or wetter than the last. ’Slap! Thrust! Moan!’

Cum dripped everywhere, staining robes and scrolls. Female cardinals, once paragons of piety, begged for his seed, spreading their legs wide. One, a curvaceous woman with olive skin, rode him reverse cowgirl while Bela and Calipso flanked her, pinching her nipples and fingering her ass.

Time lost meaning. Hours passed—three, four, five—in a relentless cycle of penetration, oral worship, and tangled limbs. Lucifer’s stamina was inhuman; he came again and again, painting bodies white, breeding wombs, marking souls.

Bela and Calipso were his anchors, always near, their bodies bruised and blissed, voices hoarse from screaming his name. "Lucifer... ... our Devil, our god." they chanted in unison during a particularly frenzied group climax.

Exhaustion began to claim the others. Nuns and cardinals lay sprawled, chests heaving, pussies gaping and leaking, smiles of sated devotion on their faces. Lucifer stood amid the carnage, cock still hard, surveying his conquest. Bela clung to his leg, Calipso to his side, both trembling from overuse.

Then, a soft knock echoed at the chamber door—tentative, yet insistent. The room fell silent, save for ragged breaths. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. "Enter," he commanded. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The door creaked open, revealing a figure in a travel-worn nun’s habit, hood pulled low. She stepped into the crimson light, lowering the hood to reveal yellow hair—like spun gold under sunlight—and piercing green eyes that sparkled with recognition. Amber. The name hit Lucifer like a bolt, stirring something deeper than lust: a rare flicker of genuine longing.

She had returned from Leonidus, her journey across the empire’s vast plains etched in the dust on her robes and the weariness in her stance. But her body—oh, her body—was as he remembered: thick, curvaceous, with breasts straining against the fabric and an ass that promised endless indulgence.

The women stirred, sensing the shift. Bela’s eyes widened with curiosity, Calipso with a hint of jealousy. But Lucifer’s voice cut through like a whip. "Out. All of you. Now."

Protests murmured, but his glare silenced them. Bela and Calipso exchanged glances, but then obeyed, gathering the others. They filed out in a daze, robes hastily adjusted, leaving trails of fluids in their wake. The door shut with a thud, sealing Lucifer and Amber alone.

"Aiden," she breathed, using his true name—the knight’s name—like a caress. Her green eyes locked on his, filled with the same hunger he felt.

He crossed the room in two strides, crushing her against him. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues battling, teeth nipping. He tasted the road on her—salt and wind—but beneath it, her sweetness. "Amber," he growled against her mouth. "I’ve missed you. Missed this."

She melted into him, hands roaming his bare chest. "I missed you too, Aiden. Every night in Leonidus, I ached for you."

With a savage rip, he tore her habit open, the fabric shredding like paper. Buttons flew, exposing her lush body: thick breasts spilling free, nipples dark and hard; wide hips and a plump ass that jiggled as he spun her around. No undergarments—she’d come prepared. "Fuck, I’ve missed these," he snarled, cupping her heavy tits from behind, pinching the peaks until she gasped. "And this ass... gods, woman."

She arched back, grinding against his throbbing cock. "Take me, Aiden. Like an animal. I’ve dreamed of this."

He didn’t hesitate. Pushing her against the papal desk—still warm from earlier debauchery—he bent her over, spreading her thick thighs. Her pussy was already drenched, pink and swollen, begging. He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep. Slap! The impact echoed, her ass rippling deliciously.

"Ahh! Aiden—yes!" Amber screamed, fingers clawing the wood. He fucked her like a beast unleashed, hips pistoning with feral speed. Slap! Slap! Slap! Each thrust jolted her forward, her massive breasts swinging, slapping against the desk.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Tight... wet... mine." He pulled her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat, biting down as he pounded deeper.

Amber bucked against him, meeting every thrust. "Harder! I’ve missed your cock—stretching me, claiming me!" Her walls clenched, milking him greedily. Juices squirted around his shaft, dripping down her legs.

He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, driving in at a new angle. Her breasts bounced wildly; he captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while thumbing her clit. "Cum for me, Amber. Show me how much you missed this."

She shattered almost immediately, body convulsing, pussy spasming. "Aiden—oh lord, Aiden!" Waves of pleasure crashed over her, but he didn’t stop, fucking her through it, extending her ecstasy.

They didn’t pause. He lifted her, pressing her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist. Gravity aided his thrusts—deep, grinding rolls that hit her cervix. "Your tits... so full," he muttered, burying his face between them, licking and nipping. She rode him back, nails raking his shoulders, drawing blood.

"Missed your strength... your fire," she panted, grinding her clit against his base. Another orgasm built, fast and furious. He spun them to the throne-chair, sitting with her straddling him. She bounced wildly, ass slapping his thighs. Slap! Schlick! Slap! Her yellow hair whipped around, green eyes blazing with passion.

"Aiden... fill me. Breed me like before, impregnate me for good..." she begged, leaning back to give him full view of her body. He obliged, hands on her thick ass, slamming her down as he thrust up. Cum erupted from him, hot ropes flooding her womb. She came with him, squirting violently, soaking them both.

Still, they continued. On the floor now, missionary—intimate, faces inches apart. He kissed her deeply, slowing the pace to savor. "You’re perfect," he whispered, rolling his hips in languid circles. She wrapped around him, legs and arms, whispering his name like a prayer: "Aiden... my Aiden."

Faster again, doggy style on the velvet sofa. He spanked her plump ass, watching it redden. "This ass... I dreamed of it." Smack! Thrust! Smack!She pushed back, moaning incoherently.

They fucked against the window, her breasts pressed to the cold glass, overlooking the sleeping capital. "The empire will be ours," he growled, cumming inside her again. She turned, dropping to her knees, sucking him clean—slurp, slurp—before he pulled her up for more.

Again and again, positions blurring: reverse cowgirl, her ass grinding; spooning on the rug, his hand between her legs; standing, one leg hooked over his arm. Orgasms piled up—hers sharp and squirting, his flooding and possessive. Sweat slicked their bodies, breaths mingled in kisses that tasted of salt and desire.

As dawn crept through the windows, painting the room gold, they collapsed in a tangle on the bed—borrowed from a side chamber. He held her close, still inside her, slow grinds drawing out the last tremors. "Welcome back, Amber," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

She smiled, green eyes soft. "I’m home, Aiden. With you."