Blasphemous Sins

“Finish what? What do you mean?” Magdalena played the fool. But even if she didn't want to admit it, she knew very well what the demoness wanted from her.

The succubus took her by the hand and led her to the altar. “Kneel!”

Without the slightest resistance, the young nun obeyed. After all, it was nothing unusual for her to express her devotion in this way before the sanctum sanctorum of the church. But she already suspected the perverse twist this humble gesture would become.

Gentle pressure from behind against her shoulders bent her forward until she was crouching on all fours like a bitch in front of the altar. With a sweeping movement, her skirt was lifted and thrown up over her back so that her thighs and buttocks were uncovered and visible to everyone. Between them, her fiery red vulva glistened wet and inviting in the flickering candlelight, bearing undeniable witness that she had become such a depraved whore.

Even without a direct command, she remained in this unambiguous position. Meanwhile, her mistress strode haughtily to the confessional. Despite the habit she had wrapped herself in, she managed to look lascivious and wicked. She opened the narrow door to the wooden cubicle with a flourish. At the sight that presented itself to her, she curled one corner of her mouth upwards mockingly.

The pastor was slumped in his chair. He had pulled his cassock up to his navel and his trousers were hanging down his thighs. In between, his hairy abdomen was on display. His half-hard cock still showed clear traces of what he had done while Magdalena had confessed her blasphemous sins to him. Occasionally the appendage twitched as if it had a life of its own.

“Come!”

The word and a simple gesture were enough to rouse the priest from his lethargy. He pushed himself up and took a step forward. She grinned maliciously and, instead of taking him by the hand, the she-devil grabbed him by the middle of his body. As if he was her lapdog, she led him by his cock to the waiting Magdalena. Her touch made him stand tall and erect again when they arrived.

“Take her! She's yours.”

Dejectedly, the priest shook his head. At the same time, he couldn't take his eyes off the invitingly raised backside. Hesitant and choppy, like a marionette whose strings were failing one by one, he sank to his knees. His hands gripped Magdalena's hips. His own pelvis thrust forward. Although he had not lain with a woman since he had decided to become a priest, his body had not forgotten what man and woman were made for. As if of its own accord, it performed the ancient dance that had ensured the continued existence of mankind since the beginning of time.

Magdalena moaned loudly as the large male member penetrated her virginal cleft. She would never have believed that she would experience this. And now she not only allowed it, she even welcomed it. She instinctively knew what to do to make it feel good. She tensed the right muscles and stretched herself to fully take him in and feel him inside her.

Together they danced towards the inevitable end until their bodies and souls became one. Groaning, the man poured his virile energy into her. Magdalena felt more alive and full of energy than ever before. She rejoiced inwardly and hardly knew what was happening to her.

Her forehead hurt as if she had hit her head and she carefully felt the burning areas. Ouch, what was that? Did she grow pointy horns?

“Welcome, sister!”

The succubus' voice no longer sounded mocking, but warm and satisfied.