Innocenza Is Given A Choice

It seemed impossible and yet it happened. The idol rose slowly and carefully at first, as if it was not used to moving. Against all expectations, the surface of the figure did not appear hard and stiff, but flexible, as if it were living skin. As tall as a giant, it dominated the room. However, it did not appear threatening, but rather curious and amused.

Innocenza looked up at him transfixed and Dorothee couldn't move a muscle either. Spellbound by the overwhelming presence of the demon, she was nothing more than a powerless spectator. The glowing white figures in the background watched the action with a knowing and pitying gaze.

The demon reached out its hands towards the young, innocent nun. Its fingernails were as sharp as razor blades and as they gripped Innocenza's clothes, they cut deep into them. A jerk downwards and the fabric went to shreds. Seconds later, Innocenza stood there naked except for her veil. Her breathing quickened. His fingers brushed her bare skin. A strange tingling sensation ran through her, goose bumps formed and her eyes grew wide. He was gentle and careful. He didn't inflict even the tiniest scratch on her.

His male member grew large and rose under his loincloth while his hands explored her virgin body. Carefully, his fingertips glided over every inch that she presented to him. Only her most sensitive spot he did not touch. Not yet.

She looked anxiously into his eyes, narrowed in amusement.

“You can still revoke your offer,” he offered slyly, ”you just have to say no and I'll leave you alone. I'll forget you were here and I'll never haunt you again in the future.”

Hope flashed across her flushed face.

“That means, of course,” he continued in a surprisingly soft voice, “that you are dooming your community to perdition. The monastery will have to be abandoned. You will lose your home and your independence. If that's what you want, just say the word.”

“You know I can't let that happen. You're an old, vile, ugly, despicable demon. I will not let you corrupt me. I will keep my dignity and my clean conscience, no matter what you do to me.”

His eyes briefly flared crimson. He tore the cloth from his waist and revealed his oversized and bulging hard-on. The nun, who had never seen anything like this before, gasped and couldn't take her eyes off it. In a flash, he closed the distance to his victim, pressing his body against hers, the entire length of his enormous organ burning hot where it touched her upper body.

“Be careful how you talk to me. I don't want to hurt you, but I can also make you very uncomfortable if you make me angry. I'd rather you enjoyed our time together.”

His hands went to her waist, slid up along her ribcage and brushed the undersides of her breasts. Startled, Innocenza inhaled audibly. He took a step back. The abrupt absence of his burning member made her stomach feel suddenly cool.

She looked down, embarrassed. Why did it feel as if she had been rejected? As if she had lost something when he broke physical contact with her. She blushed deeply. The shame of standing unclothed in front of an equally naked demon was almost more than she could bear. She was even more ashamed of what was going on inside her. It was as if his warmth had penetrated her belly and loins through her skin. Her abdomen was tingling. It felt strange, unfamiliar and yet pleasant.

“You have a choice. Make up your mind!”