I'm the Saint of Light, but I'm Getting All Three Holes Stuffed by Demons Every Night lol
Hey there, oppas! To tell you the truth, I'm Maria, the one revered as the "Saint" at the Holy Church Headquarters, right in the center of this fantasy continent.
If you oppas have ever wandered around the streets, you've probably seen my statue or portrait at least once in some plaza—the one where I'm wearing a pure white habit, my long golden hair flowing down as I pray so holily.
My status is second only to the Pope himself. Since I was born overflowing with holy power, I've lived my entire life in absolute purity and nobility.
Well, at least until three months ago. Lmao.
The story I'm about to spill to you oppas is actually an excerpt from my crazy "secret confession" that I've been secretly writing to submit to the Archbishop.
Of course, I have absolutely no intention of actually showing this to him. If I did, I'd be dragged straight to the Inquisition and burned at the stake.
So keep this a secret between us, okay, oppas? Just listen to how I ended up degenerating into a literal semen toilet for demons every single night, right in the deepest depths of this fucking holy cathedral.
It all started three months ago. A horrific plague of unknown origin began to sweep through the entire capital.
It was a cursed plague that couldn't be cured by my holy power or even the high priests' healing magic.
Every day, dozens of children and citizens coughed up blood and died. As the Saint, all I could do was kneel at the altar, weeping endlessly as I prayed to the God of Light.
But fuck, that goddamn deity didn't answer no matter how much I prayed.
In the end, I lost my mind and sneaked into the Forbidden Library beneath the cathedral—a place strictly off-limits to everyone.
After rummaging through dusty grimoires that had been sealed for hundreds of years, I found an old book bound in black leather.
Written right there was: [Summoning Circle for a Low-Rank Demon: Grants One Small Wish Without Fail].
Gripped by a shallow, naive sense of heroism—believing I had to save my people even if it meant abandoning my god—
I tore the hem of my habit, drew my own blood, and began to paint that ominous, crimson summoning circle on the floor.
"O being of the abyss, untouched by the grace of light... Please, answer my call..."
The moment I finished chanting, the entire underground Forbidden Library flashed a bloody red. The pungent stench of sulfur filled the air as a massive shadow rose.
But what emerged from the summoning circle was no mere low-rank demon.
He stood well over 190 centimeters tall, with massive bat wings on his back and curved horns that gleamed like obsidian rising from his head.
But holy shit, his face was insanely handsome. Dripping with a decadent sexiness that would put any masterpiece statue to shame, it was Asmodeus, the King of Incubi.
"Ho. To think a cute little Saint, reeking of the light, would be the one to summon me."
His voice was so deep and low it vibrated through the entire chamber. It was a voice laced with a magical charm that made my lower stomach tingle just by listening to it.
Trembling all over, I begged, "P-Please save the villagers from the plague... I beg of you..."
At that, the demon gently lifted my chin and smirked.
"Wishes always come with a price. I shall grant you the cure to lift the plague. In exchange... surrender your body. Every night, you must receive me into your deepest depths."
I must have completely lost my mind back then. Driven solely by the thought of saving the village, I blurted out, "Yes... I will..." T_T
The moment the words left my mouth, Asmodeus snapped his fingers.
With a loud *riiiip!*, the thick, holy white habit that had kept my body under wraps for twenty-five years shattered into pieces and scattered everywhere lol.
In an instant, my completely naked body was laid bare on the dusty floor of the Forbidden Library, without a single thread left on me.
"The body of a Saint... How appetizing."
The demon grabbed my breasts. They were breasts that had never once been touched by another man in my entire life,
but the moment his large, cold, magic-infused hand made contact, my body began to react like crazy.
"Ah, n-nh...!" An erotic moan slipped from my lips against my will, and juices started pouring from between my legs like a literal waterfall lmao.
I mean, what the fuck! I'm the Saint! The ultimate symbol of chastity! And yet, just from a single touch, my pussy flooded so hard it soaked the stone floor.
Asmodeus cackled at the sight. "Drenched already? You might look like a Saint on the outside, but on the inside, you're nothing but a filthy, slutty bitch."
Then he whipped off his pants... and seriously, oppas, I thought I was going to pass out right then and there.
It was not a human cock. It easily looked over thirty centimeters long, as thick as my forearm, and pitch-black like the abyss.
What was even more shocking was that soft, fleshy "thorns" protruded all along that hideous shaft,
and the massive cock itself was throbbing and squirming with bulging veins as if it were alive, holy shit.
"Now, it is time to fulfill your wish, Saint."
"I-I'm scared...! No... Please, be gentle..."
I tried to crawl backward, but the demon gripped my hips tightly with both hands and forced my legs wide open into an M-shape in one swift motion.
And then, he rammed the head of his absurdly massive, thorn-ribbed cock straight into my tight, virginal pussy, which hadn't even had its hymen broken yet.
*Spla-aaat! Riiip!*
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!!!"
The merciless size, unlike anything I'd ever experienced, brutally tore through my vaginal opening. I honestly felt like my stomach was being split in half.
Every time those thorns scraped against my sensitive inner walls, a virgin's crimson blood gushed out.
But then Asmodeus pounced on my lips, thrusting his bifurcated, snake-like tongue deep into my mouth while injecting his demonic energy.
In that instant, the hellish pain miraculously transformed into pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Ah...! Uh-huh... Ah... Ahhh... This is weird... It hurts, but... it feels so fucking good...!"
Whore-like moans started spilling from my mouth completely unfiltered lol.
The aphrodisiac demonic energy radiating from his cock had completely melted my brain.
Every time he thrust his hips back and forth, the fleshy thorns on his shaft scraped hard against my cervix, and it was so intensely thrilling I thought I'd lose my mind.
"Look at you. Your body is already addicted to my cock. Look at how you grind your hips, Saint."
He was absolutely right. Even as tears and snot streamed down my face, my hips were bouncing and grinding in perfect rhythm like a beast in heat, desperate to take that thirty-centimeter thorned cock even deeper.
That night, on the cold floor of the Forbidden Library, I climaxed countless times.
Every time the demon blasted his hot, lava-like semen deep into my womb,
it was processed inside me, transforming and pooling as a miraculous "holy water" capable of curing the plague.
My belly was so stuffed with his semen that it bulged out, making me look three months pregnant.
The next morning, acting as if nothing had happened, I neatly dressed in a fresh habit and went out to the town square.
Beneath the skirt of my habit, the sticky semen the demon had pumped into me the night before was dripping down my thighs, but nobody noticed.
I bottled the "cure" (the holy water) produced inside my body and fed it to the dying people.
Children afflicted with the plague instantly stopped coughing up blood and stood up, and the villagers prostrated themselves before me, praising, "Oh, Saint of Light! You have performed a miracle!"
They had absolutely no idea that the miraculous holy water they drank was actually the demon's semen, harvested while the Saint's pussy was being brutally stretched and pounded the night before lol.
That was when my double life truly began.
By day, I kneel before the cathedral altar with my eyes closed, offering prayers like the most noble Saint in the world.
But while the believers weep in deep moving response to my prayers, my head is filled with thoughts like:
Ah... I want to take Lord Asmodeus's thick cock so badly... My pussy is itching so much I'm going crazy...
Beneath my skirt, my underwear was already soaked and squelching with juices, and sticky fluid dripped down from between my kneeling thighs, staining the holy carpet.
The moment midnight struck, I would strip completely naked on my bed, spread my legs wide, and wait for him lol.
"You came again today, Master..."
When I greeted him with a loose, slutty grin, Asmodeus asked in disbelief,
"For a Saint, isn't your corruption a bit too fast?"
"Yes... Saint Maria is already dead... I'm just Master's personal pussy now... Please, stretch me out quickly..."
As I panted, fingering my own pussy, the demon cackled wildly and pounced on top of me.
The second night didn't just end with my front.
The demon pinned my arms behind my back with his massive wings and forced me face-down on the bed.
"Today, let us make use of this holy hole as well."
Then, he lined up his thirty-centimeter thorned cock against my anus and shoved it in without a shred of mercy, holy shit!
"Kyaaaaaaaah!! It's tearing! My asshole is tearing apart!!"
It felt like thorns were scraping their way into my anus; I really thought my intestines were going to rip apart. Blood gushed out.
But this crazy bastard kept pounding away while casting healing spells. He’d heal the tears, then tear me open again and shove it all the way in.
Finally, once his cock was buried deep inside my asshole, he started pounding my G-spot hard.
“Haaah...! Aaaah! My ass... I'm coming in my asss...!”
The sight of a saint drooling and climaxing while getting fucked in the ass.
I bit down hard on the blanket, panting like a dog, greedily clenching the demon’s cock inside my asshole.
A week passed, and Asmodeus didn’t come alone.
“Rumors in the demon realm say your body is a real slut. I brought some of my friends along today.”
Two more incubi emerged from the darkness.
One was a muscular hulk, and the other had a cock that twisted and coiled like tentacles.
“Oh my… three demons… what if my holes aren’t enough…?”
As I spread my legs and dropped a line that would put a real prostitute to shame, the three of them pounced on me at once, damn it, lol.
The muscular demon rammed his club into my pussy, and Asmodeus shoved his spiked cock into my asshole.
And the one with the tentacle cock forced his thing into my mouth, thrusting it all the way down my throat.
Front, back, and mouth. All three of my holes were completely stuffed with the giant demons’ cocks.
“Ugh! Ugh! Uuuugh!!”
I couldn’t even breathe properly; my eyes rolled back, and I trembled uncontrollably with an ahogeo expression.
As the frantic up-and-down thrusting began simultaneously, it felt like my brain was burning out.
I could feel two massive cocks slamming against each other through the thin wall between my pussy and my asshole.
“Ahh! My... my stomach’s splitting... It’s so full... Haaaaaah!!”
That night, I came twelve times in a row.
The three demons simultaneously poured their thick, magical semen into my pussy, asshole, and mouth like mad.
Semen I couldn’t swallow mixed with saliva and dripped down the corners of my mouth,
and the overflowing semen from my front and back holes ran down my thighs, completely soaking the bedsheets.
At that moment, the dazzling golden “Stigmata (Mark of the Saint)” engraved on my left breast sizzled and burned black, transforming into the emblem of the demon race.
I had been completely abandoned by the God of Light and had fallen into total corruption, becoming the property of the demons, hahaha.
On the one-month mark, Asmodeus stroked my rounded belly and said,
“Your body is now fully prepared. Bear my child, fallen saint. If a half-human, half-demon saint is born, it will make this world a fun place.”
Hearing those words, far from being scared, I felt myself getting insanely wet down there as a wave of pleasure shot up my spine.
“Ahhh… Yes… I’ll bear it… the demon’s child… Please fill my womb to the brim…”
As I writhed like a madwoman, begging him, that night the demon poured his seed into me until my womb felt like it was tearing apart.
I’m two months pregnant now. My belly sticks out like a real pregnant woman’s, hahaha.
Usually, I cover myself in layers of thick nun’s robes so people won’t notice.
But every time I walk down the cathedral hallway, my legs go weak and I start gasping for breath because of the demon fetus wriggling inside my womb.
The parishioners look at me and say, “Oh, the Saint has grown so thin from praying. Gaining a little weight is a blessing from God!” and they just fall over laughing lol
What a bunch of crazy bastards. If they knew what I’m being subjected to every night, they’d collapse foaming at the mouth, wouldn’t they?
I’ll be honest with you guys. There’s no turning back for me now.
No, I don’t even want to turn back, T_T. Every night, the demons pierce every single one of my holes,
and during the day, I heal people with holy water made from that cum while secretly longing for Asmodeus’s cock—I’m completely addicted to this perverted double life.
Asmodeus just contacted me telepathically.
He said he’s bringing a tentacle demon and a werewolf today to fuck me in a bestial breeding press. F*ck, lol.
Um… honestly, I’m so excited. Even though I know I can’t be forgiven by God, my pussy is already dripping wet.
You guys reading this confession must want to curse me out, right?
You think I deserve to be excommunicated, don’t you?
But… if you guys get the chance, would you like to fuck me too? Asmodeus said it’s okay for me to let a human have one of my holes, lol.
Ah, the demons are really coming. I need to take off my nun’s habit and get ready.
See you later, guys!