Round 1

The abandoned church slowly stirred with morning light filtering through stained glass, its air thick with the mingled scents of sweat and sex. Jeane stretched languidly atop the ruined bed, her demonic wings unfurling to their full span—an obscene contrast to the sacred space they defiled. Her still-hard cock remained buried within Silra's thoroughly used cunt, the elf groaning softly as she felt it twitch with renewed interest.

"Food," Silra croaked, pushing herself upright despite the ache in her overstimulated pussy. "Real food before more of this madness." A fresh trickle of cum and demonic seed leaked obscenely from between her thighs—proof of last night's depravity.

Halie stirred next, muscles protesting as she sat up amidst the fluid-soaked sheets. The holy woman's face showed conflicted exhaustion mixed with lingering ecstasy. "We should... recruit more," she murmured weakly. "Find sisters for our sins."

Across the sanctuary, Hera finally roused from her fitful sleep on a hard pew—her body aching in ways that had nothing to do with rest. The memory of Jeane's relentless fucking and Silra's cruel laughter flooded back, humiliation warring with shame. Beside her, Abby remained passed out, her innocent face a stark contrast to the depravity surrounding them.

"Food," Hera mumbled, shifting carefully to avoid aggravating her soreness. "We need supplies without alerting—"

"Shh," Jeane hissed from across the room, her crimson eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. "Silence before you wake the neighbors with your whining." She pulled free of Silra with a wet squelch, her massive veiny dick glistening obscenely in the morning light as she stood. "Now—who's coming with me to town for supplies? The rest can clean this mess and guard our slumbering playthings."

Silra groaned, rubbing at her distended belly. "Not it," she declared firmly. "I need real food, not more of your demonic cum."