Blood surged through Ty's new demonic cock at the sight, urging it to full mast. A bead of pre gathered at his tip, and the demon idly stroked over his own length with one hand. "You ask for forgiveness?" He mused, letting his clawed fingers slip down to stroke his heavy balls for a moment. "Well, under God's roof, it would be impolite to say 'no'. Very well. We can find an arrangement." Ty let out a piercing whistle, and waved his spare hand over towards the altar.
Across the church, the strongest and most dominant of the invading werewolves was having his way with a female parishioner. Her chest was pressed up against the stone wall, while the wolf drove his cock into her cunt with more and more force in every thrust. She shivered and shook beneath him. Upon hearing Ty's whistle, though, the werewolf stopped abruptly, pulled out of his toy, and dropped her on the floor. He turned towards the altar, and approached at his leader's command.
The wolf was truly a beautiful sight. He stood between six and seven feet tall, and was covered in thick muscles and a silky, luscious black coat. His dark red eyes glowed with power, growing even stronger when he set his sights upon the new demonic boy. Each of his long fingers ended in several inches of claws, thin and sharp enough to slash skin as if there was no resistance, and resilient enough to withstand any covering or armor. Between his legs was a purely canine package: thick, heavy balls that swayed with every step, a plump sheath larger than many mortals' cocks, and his canine manhood, with its tapered head, scarlet skin, thick veins, and monstrous knot at the base. "This one's delightful, my lord." The werewolf's voice was a deep and husky snarl, laced with a rumble in his chest. "We'll take him."
"That's the arrangement, my friend." Ty gave the teen a hearty slap on the ass, hard enough to leave a small red bruise. "Go on."
The new demon needed no more encouragement. He slipped off of the altar and began to walk towards the wolf, gazing up at him with wide, wondrous, devoted eyes. Between his own legs, the boy's small cock was fully hard, bobbing and swaying side to side slightly with his steps. "Oh, Master," he whispered, reaching forward to gently press his fingers against the werewolf's abdomen. "He's gorgeous...perfection..." The young demon leaned forward and pressed his face into the wolf's chest, kissing and breathing in his scent. The boy shifted to the side, burying his nose in the wolf's underarm and worshipping the heat of his body.
A smirk came to the werewolf's narrow muzzle, and it was clear he was going to wait no longer. He grabbed the demonic teen and shoved his back onto the altar, with his legs spread. The wolf lined his cock up with the soft pink pucker and drove his hips forward, sinking half of his cock straight into the boy's tight ass. The demon-boy howled in pleasure, wrapping his legs around the wolf's waist and squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy. After a single thrust into his ass, the boy reached his first climax, spurting a pitiful load onto the wolf's chest from his small cock.
As the werewolf began to fuck the new demon to his satisfaction, Ty turned his attention to the other monsters, many of whom were growing bored with their parishioners. He gestured several tiger-men and lion-men over to the altar, to watch as the werewolf debauched the former pastor. It wasn't long before the bravest of them, a handsome lion with a flowing golden mane, climbed onto the table, lined his spined cock up to the boy's lips, and thrust forward. Immediately, the feline hilted into his throat, face-fucking the demon with his balls slapping against the teen's nose with every thrust.
Over the next several hours, the beastmen had their way with the demon, in every way they liked. He was bound, spanked, whipped, spitroasted, double-penetrated, and thoroughly abused. When the last tiger pulled out of his sopping, loose, cum-sloppy asshole, the demonic teen was a mess of hormones and lust. Cum coated his form, dripping especially quickly from his well-used asshole as well as from his lips, though he swallowed as much as he could. Exhausted, the demon lay back on the floor, catching his breath while gazing up at Ty with worshipful, reverent eyes.