In your virgin pussy.

Despite your lifetime of devotion to the Order of the Burning Rose, you’d occasionally fantasised about knowing the touch of a man. All the sisters did at times. You had imagined being swept off your feet by a handsome prince, some mighty and noble warrior who you would fall in love with you. Someone who would be worthy of the divine gift of your chastity.

Instead, you’re about to give it to a common watchman, a man almost old enough to be your father. A man who used your desperation to try and extort sex from you. The man disgusts you, but you realise you’re going to give yourself to him anyway. No, you’re doing it because you feel this way about him – the humiliation and degradation of being made to serve his pleasure turned you on more than you could have imagined, and you want more. You place your hands flat against the wall of the shelter, sticking your arse out temptingly towards him.

“Gods, you’re a slutty little thing,” he says approvingly.

A tremor runs through you at his words. You know in your heart that it’s true. You’re not a pampered princess ready to be seduced by a noble lover. You’re not even a holy knight of the Burning Rose. You’re just a horny slut, wet and ready for any man who wants you. You don’t know if this is some result of the demon attack, or if you’ve always been this way in your heart. And you don’t care.

The watchman steps up behind you. His cock is thick, but your gushing cunt is so soaked that it slides in easily. The head rests against your hymen for a moment, parting your nether lips. Then you feel a sudden pain as he drives into, shattering your maidenhood. Your last contact with the Burning Rose is a sense of contempt that you would so easily give away your virginity. Then there is just emptiness where your connection was… and in the emptiness, a sense of something dark taking note of you.

For a moment, you’re horrified by what’s just happens. Then the watchman’s cock bottoms out in your cunt, and your misgivings are washed away by pleasure. He pounds you hard, stretching your tight cunt around his length. You don’t know if he senses your desire to be degraded and dominated, or if he just doesn’t care, but when his rough fingers pinch at your nipples you go crazy, screaming out in thoughtless pleasure.

“You really were a virgin!” he says. “I can’t believe it! How did a hot bitch like you keep her cherry so long? Fuck, I’m not going to last long–”

He’s barely finished speaking when his cock bursts, pouring hot cum into your womb. You cum as he does, convulsing round him and milking him dry. Then you collapse on the floor, gasping for breath. His cum slowly drips from your abused quim.

“Damn,” the man says, reaching for his clothes. “I don’t think I’ve ever had it so good.” He reaches down and pats your arse. “Hey, sweetie… why don’t you stay here? I’d love to fuck a baby into that flat belly of yours. My wife would never let me bring a fine piece of arse like you home, but I’m sure you could make a lot of money with that cute body of yours. Of course, whoring’s illegal round here, but I’m sure you could persuade me and the town councillors to look the other way for a free taste of your cunny.”

His offer should repel you, but instead you find yourself seriously considering it. After all, you are no longer a Sister of the Burning Rose, and even if you complete your mission only shame and disgrace await you. The idea of becoming a plaything for the men of this town excites the same primal part of you which relished your defilement, and makes your sore pussy moisten again.