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Forgive me…Lord…for I have…have…

At the sound of steady footsteps walking toward her door, Antorina bit down hard on her lower lip. Who they belonged to was of no surprise to the fifty or so young ladies at St. Antoinette's Convent for Wayward Souls. They belonged to Sister Danika.

Did she hear me…? Please…let it not be so…

There were any number of coarser statements—and expletives—that the less-than-angelic Antorina could have—or certainly would have—used at that particular moment, so it spoke of her self-control and hope for divine fortune that was able to moderate her thoughts into something rather more…lady-like, as Sister Danika would have termed it.

Thump…thump…thump…

As Antorina held her breath and tried to lie perfectly still beneath her bed covers, the beating of the sandy-haired, pale-skinned young woman's own heart sounded perilously loud. Her sheets remained mussed and her fingers were also still pungent and sticky with her own sexual honey; it would be more than evidence enough for someone as dour as the much-feared Sister Danika to proclaim her as weak of mind, wicked of soul, and the bearer of sinful flesh.

Thump-thump-thump-thump…

Sister Danika had a number of punishments in wait for those she considered had sinned; eating too much during particular mealtime, in which a bountiful amount of food was deliberately offered as a harsh test in austerity, earned two days of gruelling kitchen duty and restricted meals for three. It was never said beforehand however, just how much was too much. Taking the lord's name in vain earned a week of scrubbing and polishing the convent's candlesticks and holy accoutrements during time otherwise allowed for…well, to call it relaxation would perhaps be the wrong term. Any sort of 'non-productive' activity was frowned on by the walking scourge of inactivity as inexcusable laziness, but it was the closest Antorina and her fellow nuns were allowed to true leisure time. To be caught indulging in womanly pleasures of the flesh, as Antorina had once been caught doing, led to Sister Danika's favourite punishment; the only rubbing of sensitive flesh that she had subsequently done had been in the aftermath of said punishment. The merciful salve given to her by a sympathetic fellow nun had eased some of the soreness in her rump where the reeds had struck not once, nor twice, but a painful number of times. Not all of the pain, though. Until the welts had healed, the discomfort she felt every time she sat down had stayed Antorina's unchaste hand.

Ah, has it not been said, though, that abstinence fuels further temptation? Though she had been wary of indulging in the pleasures of the flesh for fear of getting caught and made a genuine, but ultimately half-hearted attempt to consider a chaste life as a positive one for her, it had done little to stop her from doing so in her mind. Suddenly, without the escape valve of self-pleasure and as days and then weeks passed, temptation seemed to be everywhere. None so much than amongst her fellow nuns, two in particular: Reese and Kara. Their close proximity as her roommates brought temptation that much closer to home and gave the lusty young woman railing against a life of chaste austerity much fodder for the temptations against she could no longer stand firm.

She would…try, though. She willed her traitorous fingers, now again reaching out almost of their own volition to tease the sinful flesh that the convent's principles considered as wicked and paths to devilish sin. Perhaps there was some truth to that, Antorina reluctantly mused, as she thought back to the punishment she had received and the cheeks of her rump throbbed, almost as if in sympathetic reinforcement and desire to escape another thrashing.

“Yes…I will be chaste…" Antorina whispered to herself with a sense of new resolve, the kind that felt unshakeable when first declared, but rapidly collapses after. Tomorrow she would eat her austere supper, say her nightly prayers and bit her mercifully heavy-sleeping roommates good night and then drift off into the restful sleep of the pure and innocent.

She would not, definitely, definitely not, replay in her head watching her oh-so-desirable roomies strip themselves of their vestments, unbraid their hair and say their prayers…all while standing completing naked and seemingly unaware of the lustful gaze falling upon them and their pert breasts, following the curves of their hips until her eyes came…to the…moist-petalled flower that…that lay…lay…

Forgive me, Lord!

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Oh why do you have to be so desirable, Kara?

Sat upright in bed, with a copy of the bible in her lap and her belly still rumbling—as it always did—following her plain and meagre supper, Antorina pouted and let out a frustrated sigh. The young nun's freckled face quickly assumed an expression of beatific reflection as the willowy brunette turned from the full-length mirror to look at her with an expression of concern. The fact that Kara, yet again completely naked and totally ravishing, also wore glasses and peered over them in a way that inexplicably turned her on did not help matters.

“Are you alright, Anny?"

You're doing it again!

“Oh yes," Antorina placed her hands flatly on the bible and smiled as genuinely as she could manage. “I was just reflecting on this evening's eulogy and…how beautiful it was."

“I have always found Sister Danika to be very inspiring," Kara stated with absolute certainty. Then a slight smile crept on her lips as she ran her brush through her shoulder-length hair and worked out a remaining kink. It was always a startling transformation to see her hair free and not caught in a severe braid. “One day, I can only hope to be like her…

You mean sourfaced, demeaning, bossy, and sadistic?

“…as an example of proper devotion to our order and to St. Antoinette."

What a waste it would be, Antorina mused, for Kara to turn out that way. Although…she certainly wouldn't mind being spanked by her fellow nun, mmm…even with reeds; the quiet, dark-haired and oh-so-innocent Kara discovering a fetish for domination and just can't help but indulge in it…Mistress Kara…

“Anny?"

“O-Oh, I'm sorry Kara, I was miles away," Antorina blushed. Kara's expression was one of genuine concern for her; Antorina wondered now just how long she had been saying her name. She smiled and went through a pantomime of yawning and stretching. “I must be tired."

“Aw…didn't get a chance to doze off in Sister Jennifer's lecture, as you usually do?"

Reese winked as she slipped back into from the bathroom, completely ignoring the sulky expression and the raspberry fired back at her by a petulant Antorina. Sporting curly auburn hair that just about skirted around censure for improper hair length, a healthily full figure, and a quick and friendly smile—Reese was one of the more lively and personable of the convent girls, contrasting strongly with the reserved wallflower she and Kara roomed with. Still, the three of them had become close friends…though not as close as Antorina would have liked—and often fantasised about. Despite a few suggestive flirtatious remarks very, very far from the ears of Sister Danika, Reese had shown no interest in returning the hinted-at affections of her horny room mate. Whether it was through a genuine desire to adhere to the principles of chasteness, or she simply didn't 'swing that way', Antorina really didn't know. What she was certain of though was that Reese's natural charm and lush curves made her very desirable.

“Actually, I found the lecture very stimulating," Antorina sniffed and assumed a haughty expression, as if offended.

“Oh? What was the lecture about?"

“Well, um," the freckle-faced nun looked down at her lap and thoughtfully chewed her lip as she cast her thoughts back to the dreary recital. They kind of all rolled into one in her memories and she found it very hard now to distinguish one from the other. “It was about…being…"

“Yes…?"

“…being a fine target for a pillow!"

Antorina grinned as she picked up the single pillow she and her fellow nuns were allowed for their beds and tossed it in the direction of her interrogative roomie. Reese deftly caught the pillow as it sailed toward her and quickly sent it flying back with a flick of her wrists. It might have gone further than that into a general playful ruckus, had a voice of someone who heartily approved of reserved demeanour at all times not interrupted their fun.

“Sisters," Kara looked at them both with an admonishing expression on her slender, pale face. “This is hardly the time for such chaos. It is a time for restful reflection on the day's lessons."

Chaos! Throwing a pillow is chaos to h…oh please, don't look at me like that…jeeze…

“Q-Quite so," Antorina averted her eyes, stumbling over her words as the elfin Kara looked over her glasses at them both and wagged her finger. The fantasies she'd had earlier resurfaced and made looking at her very difficult. “We should slee-"

“But not befor-"

“Saying our prayers, yes," Antorina finished what she knew Kara would say. A peevish tone had crept into her voice as sexual frustration bubbled within her. She knew she wouldn't have chance to release any of that pressure, not with a pre-dawn service to attend that would make waiting until her room mates were asleep impossible. Not unless she wanted to stumble her way into the chapel in the morning, sleep-deprived.

Some of that bubbling irritability crept into her silent prayers that evening, leading her to wish for something that she'd never voiced before in a prayer, and in terms she would not normally have used. It would certainly have sent the austere Sister Danika into an absolute fit of righteous anger—and the desire to exact punishment. Warnings about walking down the path of sin and giving into temptation would have featured heavily, in addition to the belabouring the perils of sullying a prayer with carnal desires. Unluckily for Antorina though, there was a truth to the stern warnings to her that had merely felt restrictive and often just plain silly.

The wish for her room mates to give up their vows and be seized by uncontrollable lusts and the desire to engage in carnal pleasures fit for 'a rutting beast' with her was heard—and answered. There was nothing particularly divine about the shadowy power that fed on the sexual energies of tainted souls and took up the challenge of granting them that which they most desired—particularly when they netted the souls of other humans in the bargain. Ripe, uncorrupted souls were exceedingly sweet-tasting; the unspeakable entity practically slathered over the prospect of devouring Kara's purity. There were rules though that even it had to follow, one of them being that it had to be invited in—even unwittingly.

Through her tainted prayer fuelled by carnal desires, Antorina had done exactly that.

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“Ohhh Anny…"

Antorina reluctantly opened her eyes. She mumbled something incoherent in response to the attempt to seek her attention, still semi-convinced that as with the moving weight pressing down on her through the bed covers, she was still asleep and hadn't actually woken from her dreams. Those dreams had been…extremely erotic, even when measured against her own high bar of wild, night-time fantasies.

“Mmph…?"

It felt late. Even before Antorina managed to pry her gritty eyelids open to stare up at the darkened ceiling, her own internal body clock had informed her as much. Then following the realisation that she was in fact awake came the questions: why had she suddenly awoken, and what was moving around on her bed?

“Anny…"

She had almost fallen asleep again. But then the insistent calling of her name and a shifting of the weight forward had pulled her out of her sleepy reverie. Groggily pushing herself up onto her elbows and smoothing her fringe out of her eyes, Antorina blinked and tried to focus as a dim shape approached her from the foot of the bed, eventually giving up and reaching down to turn her bedside lamp on and reveal a familiar face smiling at her.

“K-Kara?"

It was…Kara. Antorina blinked again as the first flashes of irritation stabbed at her; what the hell did her roomie think she was doing at this time of night…crawling over her bed on all fours, completely naked, and…oh….

Kara was naked…completely naked, and seemed completely unconcerned about her state of total undress. In fact, the smile had widened as Antorina's cheeks warmed and she started to look a little wild-eyed. A mock chiding tone had crept into Kara's voice, replacing the uncharacteristic sultry undertones with which the bespectacled young woman had spoken her friend's name. “Took you long enough to wake up…"

“W-What's going on…?" It took several more sessions of blinking and rubbing her eyes to clear the last of the blurriness from Antorina's vision. “Is everything okay?"

“Oh yes, everything is…mmm, just fine," Chuckling to herself, Kara's smile morphed into a sleazy smirk—again something totally outside of character. The sultry laugh morphed into a breathy, pleasured gasp; Antorina was unable to see just what the cause for mirth was or for such an outburst, but she certainly knew it sounded rather sexual.

This can't really be happening…can it?

It was like one of her wet dreams and fantasies come to life: Kara crawling on her bed toward her…her pale skinned-body exposed for all to see…the hungry expression…it certainly wasn't for a shared midnight snack, that's for sure!

“What…what's that smell?"

Something had permeated the dazed fuzz clouding her mind: there was an…odour in the air that was only growing stronger the closer that Kara got to her. There was a…fleshy ripeness to it: leathery…but more organic…not unpleasant though. It was hard to pin down exactly what it was.

“Hey Anny…let's fuck."

It was if a bucket of iced water had been thrown over her. Suddenly Antorina was very aware of herself, her surroundings, and centrally of the smirking brunette; the walking wallflower that was the poster child for how the convent preferred their 'young ladies of God' to conduct themselves had just delivered a total bombshell. Using the kind of profane terminology that felt completely surreal coming from her lips.

Thump-thump-thump-thump…

“Kara…y-you're j-joking right?" Antorina chuckled nervously, fidgeting with her hair and desperately wishing away the volcanic heat that had suffused her cheeks…her chest…her…her…it didn't bear thinking about right now. “Haha…yeah, y'got me…"

“Oh, I'm quite serious," Kara retorted in a stern tone. Then she grinned lopsidedly, lowering herself down on flat outspread hands, placing her chin atop them and wiggling her butt in a seductively playful fashion, as if she were getting ready to pounce. The way she was gazing over the top of her glasses only added to the coquettish appeal. “I want to fuck you…right now…"

“S-Shush!" Now embarrassed now more than at any other point in her life she could remember, Antorina pressed a finger to her lips in a rather comical attempt to hush her obviously out-of-her-mind friend. Worse still, Kara had not spoken quietly; Antorina could hear Reese stirring in her sleep…bedsheets rustling…murmurs…followed by a sibilant hiss that she couldn't quite place. Nascent curiosity about the unfamiliar sounds lost out to the immediacy of her present predicament. “What if Reese…Sister Danika…hear us…y-you!"

I want to fuck you…right now…

“I really don't care," Kara stated in a casual, off-handed fashion. “I'm too horny to give a fuck…" Reaching over to stroke the flaming cheek of her friend, someone to whom she had suddenly become powerfully and irresistibly attracted, the lusty, mentally-corrupted, brunette chuckled as Antorina flinched at the brief contact and tried to pull away.

Oh fuck…this really can't be happening…can't be real…but she's here…naked…and wants to…I want to…be real…so badly…

The sudden prospect of a long-held fantasy suddenly becoming fulfilled is a powerful motivator for a lack of resistance against said fulfilment—particularly when it is a sexual one. Antorina let out the breath she'd held for what felt like an eternity and whimpered, this time not flinching…not resisting…as Kara cupped her cheek a second time. This time, Antorina leaned into the guiding caress, closing her eyes to savour the coolness against her heated cheek and the moment that she had always wanted, had fantasied about. Months of pent-up sexual frustration made it easier for her to take a similarly cavalier and devil-may-cry attitude…screw Sister Danika…screw everything…she wanted Kara and apparently, out of nowhere, Kara suddenly wanted her. It felt exciting…dangerous…intoxicating.

“T-Then fuck me…"

The acquiescing retort, breathless and heated, slipped from her lips before any remaining restraint could hold her tongue. Kara's eyes flickered downward, in part from shy nervousness as Kara smiled and leaned in to kiss her, but also to survey the bounty of naked femininity offered up before her. She had lusted after it for so long…fantasizing about how it would feel like to touch her roommate's alabaster skin, how smoothly her fingers would glide across the slight contours afforded by Kara's petite-breasted beauty, and how intoxicating the scent of her most intimate flesh would be…all hot-blooded fantasy—until now. Lustily and unrepentant, Antorina now boldly dared that whatever punishments threatened by her religious order for indulging in the pleasures of the flesh, that they strike her down or forever cease their attempts to shackle her in unwanted chastity. As part of that gleeful goad, she let her gaze stray downward past Kara's midriff to that which she yearned to press her lips and tongue…

Before Kara's lips pressed against hers and her field of view became consumed by ethereal beauty and long, dark tresses, she had caught a fleeting impression of…something_…_protruding from between her anticipated lover's thighs. In the after-image in her mind's eye, she wondered if what she had glimpsed was just a trick of the light—shadows that set her imagination running rampant. It had been long and dark…the aroma of fleshy ripeness stronger now…slightly curved…

No.

No it couldn't be…not with Kara…

Antorina, clandestinely seeking as she did to be worldly in sexual matters—at least as much was possible for a cloistered nun—was not ignorant to the existence of sex toys, certainly not when it came to that most basic of bedroom accoutrements, the dildo. Indeed, there was something of an underground market for pleasure aids amongst the most rebellious young ladies, for those that could be concealed easily or camouflaged. Most were makeshift, though every so often, an actual manufactured dildo—with accompanying catalogue—was smuggled in from outside where it quickly made the rounds between the participants in this illicit pleasure-trade, before being smuggled back out before it could be discovered. Antorina had enjoyed the pleasure of such a toy only twice in her time at the convent, each time leading her to resent the particularly smooth and polished rod of wood that served as a pleasure aid for the times when just her fingers seemed inadequate, for it paled into comparison to ribbed silicone. She had learned a lot from the catalogues, though, of how they varied wildly in shape and size.

“K-Kara…wh-"

The passionate kiss with which Kara locked her lips with drowned out the curiosity about how and when she had gotten her hands on a sex toy. It was so wildly out of the expected scope of behaviour for the willowy ardent devotee to the faith and chastity that it had nearly sent Antorina into a fit of untimely giggles to consider it. But that must have been what she say: the protruding end of a rather exotic dildo, wedged between her thighs…perhaps a double-ended one…or…or…a strap on…

Antorina practically groaned, the expression of abject lust becoming a mushy sound as she feverishly returned Kara's kiss. Her nascent fetish, indulged only in fantasy, for being dominated by the often-stern brunette, hit her full-force again as she imagined being taken…of Kara ramming the strap-on's shaft into her flower…oh yes…roughly…so rough…

“Mistress Kara…don't be gentle…"

Only too late did she realise that she had actually spoken the heated plea in the throes of her fantasizing, and not merely thought it. Antorina's freckled cheeks flamed afresh and she tried to pull back as profound embarrassment stabbed at her, but Kara's fingers had slid around to firmly cradle the back of her head and hold her in place. There was no escape for her…and that just turned her on even more…

There was however, one more surprise awaiting Antorina as she and Kara made ready to consummate their mutual lusts—another victim of the devilish wish that had been heard and answered, and they had now risen from their bed, with their own state of imbued demonic corruption now complete.

“Mistress Kara, huh? Well, well…who'd have guessed the two of you were kinky…"

---

“Reese!"

Embarrassed and blushing furiously, Antorina reflexively wrenched her lips away from Kara's and sat bolt upright. Her hasty reaction temporarily dislodged the lust-filled young woman, who let pouted and let out a sulky humph. Kara's lips twisted into a sardonic smile when she looked back over her shoulder and saw what had become of her roommate.

“Oh my…Reese, what has the Master done with you…?"

The transformation was…extreme, to say the least. While Kara's personality had been warped just as severely, rendering her into sex-crazed and seductive temptress, the only physical transformation had been the 'gift' of a demonic dick that completely replaced her feminine genitalia. When it came to Reese though, the entity that had corrupted their flesh and souls had really gone to town. No longer fair-skinned and red-haired, nor quite so full-figured, the sleeker and even sexier Reese's skin was pale-indigo, with a wild mane of pinkish-red hair falling loosely around her shoulders. The second most striking characteristics of her new form were the long, curved horns that sprouted from the crown of her head, elfish, elongated ears, and the reptilian tail that curled at her feet. Strange yellow markings, spots and swirls, decorated her body and only added to the exotic appearance and allure that the 'demonessa' radiated.

“Oh, do you like my new body?" Reese stretched, casually locking her arms behind her head as she admired herself in the full-length mirror affixed to the front of their shared wardrobe. Then she grinned. The lengthy tail twitched and swayed as she winked over at Antorina, who was now staring at her with a look of shocked disbelief. “How about you, Anny?"

Antorina was having trouble even processing what was happening, let alone able to answer that particularly question. She opened and closed her mouth several times as she gaped at the sexy creature standing at the foot of her bed. It sounded like Reese, but it sure as hell didn't look like her! “R-Reese?"

“That's me!" Reese smirked and coquettishly waved a hand in front of her and then pressed it her smaller-breasted chest. “In the flesh…"

“H-How?"

“Oh Anny, is this really the time for explanations?" the cheeky demonessa parroted an endlessly chattering annoyance with her hand. “Yak, yak, yak…the Master was right, that's all you humans want to do after he grants your wishes."

“But…but…wh-"

“Hold her down, Kara," Reese rolled her eyes skyward after interrupting the persistent Antorina and shook her head. “We're gonna have to give this one a good fucking right now, she's never gonna shut up otherwise."

“With pleasure…"

Antorina's eyes widened as with a sadistic and satisfied smile, Kara suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed. Too shocked to struggle, they practically bulged as for the first time she got a proper look at what hung so exotic and heavy between 'Mistress Kara's thighs; no strap-on was quite so organic-looking, nor did they glisten and twitch with the anticipation of being buried into a moist honeypot ripe for the taking.

“Oh my god…"

The erect shaft, nine inches of ridged, swollen demon-flesh, had a macabre beauty about it. Its dark flesh stood in stark contrast to the pale skin from which it had sprouted. Veins of lurid corruption at its thick base had spread outwards and mottled Kara's crotch, now absent of its feminine folds and virgin orifice. The fat demon-cock narrowed to a tapered end, the tip of which already dripped with a much slimier pre-cum than was normal.

Kara saw where Antorina's wild-eyed gaze was now directed. Smirking, the corrupted nun shifted her posture, squeezing and pinning her sexual prey in place with her knees. Then she gripped her newly-gifted cock and squeezed it. A breathy sound of satisfaction accompanied the pleasured shiver that shook her willowy frame. “Ah…Anny, this is so wonderful…to think that I was once horrified at the thought of touching one of these…"

Antorina reflexively recoiled as Kara lifted and squeezed her dick and a glob of pre-cum splattered against her cheek. It felt hot…sticky…the perfume of sensual corruption was strong…exotic…alluring…like honey-musk and brimstone…

“S-Stop…please…"

It was all happening too fast. She hadn't even begun to comprehend what was happening, let alone know how she should react to it. The harsh lessons of her faith and their warnings of the perils of being led into temptation by devils in disguise came bubbling to the surface…as did the pent-up lusts that had lead to her earlier capitulation, coaxed once more into life by the exotic aroma of corrupted she-seed. It subliminally urged her to just give in…be led down the path of darkly erotic passions with her transformed roommates…and yet, fear and incomprehension sent her mind reeling for the familiar, into a prayer that came out only as a mixed jumble.

“…L-Lead me not into t-temptation…our father who art in heav-"

“Oh jeeze, that won't work against us!" Reese sounded amused and vaguely annoyed by the attempt to ward them off through prayer. The sexy demonessa casually ran a hand her hair and then chuckled to herself. “Don't bother calling out for help either, our Master has made sure we won't be heard," the blue-skinned demi-human winked and her expression turned sly. “No matter how loud you are…"

“That's all very well for them," Kara petulantly jerked a head toward the door leading out into the corridor connecting all the other dormitories. “But what about us? I don't want to have to listen to her if she keeps trying to pray her way out of our fun tonight…" the uncharacteristically bratty Kara pouted as she let go of her cock and shrugged. “Spoils my mood…"

“Oh, don't worry," Reese's lips twisted into a sadistic smirk as she stepped over to front of the bed, chuckling as Antorina's eyes turned wild again as she gazed up at the demonessa and got a closer look at her otherworldly beauty. “She'll soon not have the breath to do more than pant like a bitch, but…until then…"

With a few obscene hand gestures, Kara let her companion in demonic sin know exactly what was expected of her. Antorina's muffled cries of protest—entirely unheard outside of her room—were suddenly subdued as the willowy possessed nun wriggled upward, pressed her weight down on her prey's chest and after a quick nose pinch that ensured Antorina's mouth would be wide open and vulnerable, stuffed her leathery demon-cock into her.

“MMPH!"

“Better…but still noisy…" the drastically-transformed Reese remarked, wryly smirking as she watched the futile thrashing of their mortal plaything. Kara looked over at the sexy demonessa and winked as she wrapped her hand around Antorina's head and held her firm as she pushed the in corrupted member in deeper still.

“MMPH…mphm…mm…"

“Ah, there we go, much better…"

She couldn't help it. Couldn't help but suck. There was just something…sweet and delightfully impure and enticing, flavours from the most forbidden of nectar, tantalising her taste buds. As the demon-dick, so very wrong in appearance, texture, and taste, was forced into her mouth and she tasted that alluring corrupt sweetness, Antorina's loud and emphatic protests began to…peter out. The will to resist sucking the fleshy shaft stuffed in her mouth just…wasn't there now. Replaced instead with a bubbling desire to lick and taste it, to swirl her tongue around the tapered head and explore its bloated, veined texture and drink deeply of the nectar that dripped from it…drink…suck…lick…

Drink…suck…lick…

Antorina began to writhe again, not this time with the urge to resist, but as sinful urges of bodily pleasure and rampant lust coursed through her like they never had done so before. She was barely aware of the throaty, knowing chuckle that Reese, now watching from the foot of Antorina's bed, expressed her own satisfied amusement with. She was becoming much too consumed with the compulsions to suck for all she was worth, nostrils flaring and the moans of rampant arousal muffled by the mass working its way to the back of her throat. Kara was certainly enjoying herself, with the slender young woman rocking her hips back and forth with unsteady tempo and letting out her own pants of bestial pleasure that went unheard to all but those in the room. For deep inside her, one of the servants of the beast of greatest temptation had found a home within her pure, untainted flesh and was revelling in corrupting such an innocent soul. Devouring it whole and regurgitating a black, stained shadow of its former purity into the mortal shell it would now inhabit.

Drink…suck…lick…

Antorina clawed at the sheets of her bed as she struggled to comprehend and contain the sensations coursing with maddening speed through her. She…couldn't think clearly, didn't want to think clearly…all she wanted to do is suck and be fucked, suck and be fucked!

“Hehe, I think…she's…mph…ready for you now, Reese…"

“Mmm, you think so?" On cue, and with a murmur of lusty consideration, Reese leaned over and ran her fingertips across Antorina's clean-shaven crotch. The young woman's petals were damp with her own nectar, which held just a hint of demonic corruption from the seed she had swallowed—perfect! “Ah, yes, I think you're correct…"

Even in the throes of her oral pleasure and corrupt compulsions, Antorina's eyes nevertheless bulged open and then rolled back as she felt the lower half of her bed buckle under the weight of another and then firm, slender fingers gripping her thighs and start to pull her legs apart. Something instinctual that was very much a contrast to how horny was feeling forced her to make an attempt to keep her legs together—something that induced a mocking laugh from Reese.

“Come now, don't be shy," the sultry demonessa purred as she toyed with her prey's sex and coquettishly bit down on her lip to let out a husky hiss of predatory delight. “I know you've also wanted me to fuck you…you naughty, sinful girl…"

The next thing that Antorina felt was the bloated head of Reese's cock bobbing against her flower, teasingly at first, but then with eagerness to slip inside. Her nostrils flared as she groaned heavily, her hands slapped and clawed against the bed, toes curling as her thoughts scattered and her senses were overwhelmed and she tried to…tried to…

…give in.

Yes, she would give in. Every fibre of her being screamed at her to do so now, to accept the pleasure she had craved for so long, had fantasised about, to just ignore the exotic surreality of the situation and…give in.

“Mpph…"

A dumb, suppliant smile spread across her lips as all shreds of decency just buckled and she spread her legs and suckled with wild abandon on the cock stuffed in her mouth. Her reward was the impalement of Reese's member deep within her oh-so-willing flower, spreading the petals wide and filling her with more girth than she had ever dreamed of.

Drink…

Suck…

Lick…

Fuck…

Now she was stuffed in both ends, and loving every minute of it. No matter how it had come about, her wildest fantasies had come true and she would savour the experience as Reese wriggled under and hooked Antorina's legs over her shoulders and thrust deeply into her. Kara was the oh-so-willing counter-weight to this team effort, leaning back to blindly squeeze and play with Antorina's breasts and squeeze the throbbing, swollen nipples with her fingertips and induce even more enthusiastic oral pleasuring from their fortunate mortal plaything.

“Do you think…Master will be pleased…with us?" Kara asked, panting heavily as she neared the first of many orgasms she would experience that night. Her demon-soul was young and inexperienced, eager to please her and Reese's overlord.

“Oh yes, I mean, just look at her," Reese, matured enough a demonessa to bestow her true-form upon any mortal shell she inhabited, swept her hand down across the trembling, mindlessly-moaning and sex-hungry body of Antorina, glistening with sweat and riven with the corrupted cum that had leaked out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin to pass along her breasts and stain them with its oily effluence. “She's ours to whatever we want with…"

“Soon all these oh-so-innocent convent girls will be!" Kara grinned and made another rude gesture, all trace of her customary severity and passionless grace completely banished until it was needed to maintain the camouflage shrouding her demon possession to the world at large. “I can't wait until…oh…ah…a-ah…"

Kara's attempts to speak became evermore breathless until finally, with a lewd squeal of delight, she orgasmed.

“MMPH!"

Antorina was simply not ready for a demonic orgasm. The cum that splattered against her the back of her throat and then surged down her throat in a squirting tide was far, far richer in taste and viscous texture than mortal cum, and sent her into convulsions against the bed. Her throat bulged as she struggled to swallow the seed without being wholly overwhelmed by its overly-sweet flavour. It sent her into a shaking orgasm of her own, with the back of her heels slamming against the indigo-toned back of Reese as the demonessa rode her own passions to their peak. It was a double filling of corrupted cream that Antorina received that night, the first of several, that plunged her into the depths of orgasmic bliss so deep, she wondered if she would ever climb back out again.

Antorina received many demerits that morning and the promise of harsher punishments to come as she sheepishly made her way into the first of that morning's lectures, having missed roll call, morning prayers, and first meal. She was still dizzy and dazed, half-willing—and half-afraid—to call the whole thing merely a lurid dream, for she had awoken alone in her bed, with all evidence of the night's rampant passions dispelled by a little demonic magic. But then, as she took her seat, she dared to look at Kara, now sat in her usual place and looking just as prim and proper as she ever did.

The smirk and the sly wink, and the lewd hand gesture that Kara flashed her and made under the table, one intimidating masturbating a thick shaft, left her in no doubt that it had, and would do so again, very soon.