Using her free arm, She-Hulk carelessly pushed on the chapel's large and elegantly carved doors with her herculean strength. The heavy doors swung open with a speed never before reached in their long history. Strutting out in the sun with the veil-less and unconscious Sister Julia draped over her shoulder, the emerald Amazon followed behind the petite Wasp and took the opportunity to admire her friend and lover's swaying ass. A few curious passersby glanced at the trio with questioning looks, but Jan shrugged off the suspicion with a flimsy excuse about the captive sister having drunk too much during a party the night before. With her newly acquired powers though, the designer's story sounded perfectly plausible, and so the onlookers continued to go about their day. The two women guided the unconscious nun to their waiting limo before thoughtlessly shoving her into the luxury vehicle, which resulted in the poor Sister being slumped across the long seat, with Julia's body laid sideways and her face rested on the plush, leather upholstery. Janet moved to a seat near the front of the limo, her back to the driver and next to the nun's sleeping face. Jennifer, meanwhile, sat at the back, and crossed her legs automatically. Janet's eyes immediately fell on her perfect, green thighs as the leather skirt rode up, the view being no accident on Jenn's part.
"Mmmmmm, fuck!" Janet exclaimed in sensual relief, "It feels so good to be free of that place. Far too pure, and, ugh, just the memory of that old shit's hands all over my body..." Janet shuddered, shedding her stylish rain coat to reveal her naked, curvaceous form, before then wrapping her arms around her body as if to give herself a comfortable hug. A naughty smile played on her face and she closed her eyes, ready to awaken her senses to real pleasure once more. With deliberate pace for her audience of one, the Wasp slowly spread her legs apart to reveal her bald pussy as she relaxed into the soft leather of her seat. Possibly in reaction to the ease in tension with the corrupted heroine, her skin began to shift from its healthy, bronzed tan to a pure alabaster tone. All blemished vanished from her face and body in the process, and her body was now perfectly smooth. This was Janet's true visage now. Her true demonic self. Janet moaned as the changes took effect, and in essence, cleansing her body of all the misguided good that had dirtied her evil soul since she stepped into the long-standing church. Janet Van Dyne opened her eyes and gazed at Jennifer across from her, her eyes now crimson orbs shining out like blood from behind the fashion designer's thick, billowy eyelashes and dark, whorish liner. She ran her hands, with long, black talons, down her soft torso to her pale thighs and began playing with her swollen pussy. Parting her puffy, enlarged lips, the Succubus-to-be husked, "...I am going to have to bathe in virgin's blood for days to rid myself of this 'blessed' feeling."
"It is all for our Master and Mistress, my darling, in the service of Lord Mephisto," Jennifer murmured, "And speaking of, Master Johnny needs to know that we have secured the church."
Janet sat back and watched Jennifer close her eyes. The former heroine ran her taloned hands through Sister Julia's blonde hair, petting her as if she was a loyal lap dog. If Sue's video worked like she promised, the comparison she just made would prove to be so very true. She-Hulk, meanwhile, used another new demonic skill that Mistress Sue had taught her to reach out to Johnny Storm. The lawyer gasped in awe at what she saw in her mind's eye. It was Johnny Storm, Mephisto's demonic Human Torch, standing at the top floor of the Baxter Building completely naked and looking out onto the city with a look of mad superiority on his arrogant, sneering face.
'My Master,' She-Hulk's low, hissing voice called out. Just as the Wasp revealed her true form seconds ago, this was Jennifer's true voice. It echoed in her mind, and then in Johnny's, "The church is yours. Simply name a date and the foolish priest will perform the ceremony for you and Mistress.'
'Excellent! You will be rewarded when you return to the Baxter Building. Until then, a taste..." Johnny's own hissing voice called back, massaging the emerald whore's mind and sending wave after wave of hellish pleasure to the two former heroines. Both women's backs arched in their seats as they screamed through an intense orgasm each. Despite their eyes being scrunched shut by their expressions of euphoria, image after image of the most debauched fantasies flooded their corrupted minds. Visions of the future to come. Not only of when they returned to the lair high atop the Baxter Building, but also once the world fell to Lord Mephisto's influence. Lustful orgies, ritual sacrifices of the weak and sexual domination of those strongest to resist. It would be hell on Earth, or Heaven. Depending on the perspective.
Without warning, She-Hulk's wanton, feminine cries changed to desperate, animalistic growls and snarls. She gritted her teeth, but soon was forced to open her mouth wide, hissing and panting feverishly. Jennifer's incisors sharpened and elongated into slim, viperish fangs. The rest of the teeth in her mouth also became warped and sharp, but not as long as her new set of demonic fangs. Her razor-sharp taloned hands flew to the top of her forehead and shrieked as her skull shifted beneath her smooth skin. Her eyes snapped open wide in absolute amazement, now a glittering golden color, and she looked at the pale beauty across from her.
"Hmmm, you've never looked better, Jenn, my darling," the Wasp husked, flashing a seductive smile. Her grin, too, was fanged.
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