The final ritual began at the stroke of midnight.
The abandoned chapel had become a flooded sanctuary of pure demonic lust. The stone floor was already ankle-deep in a warm, sticky mixture of girl-c*m and glowing violet demonic fluids from the previous corruption. Every surface glistened. The air was so thick with the scent of s*x, brimstone, and fertile futa seed that breathing felt like inhaling raw desire.
Lilithara stood on the raised stone altar like a dark goddess ready to complete her masterpiece. Her obsidian skin glowed with inner hellfire, crimson horns gleaming, and her massive 14-inch futa c**k stood fully erect, the thick knot at the base already swelling in anticipation. Below it, her own demonic p***y dripped molten nectar in slow, teasing trails.
All five witches, now on
