Innocenza Is Torn

Innocenza was torn inwardly. Her loyalty to the convent urged her to sacrifice herself for the community. But she could not bring herself to give up her dignity and innocence without resistance. Unable to make a straightforward decision, she remained silent and motionless. Even though she knew it was a foolish, futile hope, a tiny part of her hoped that the demon might lose interest in her if she acted cold and uninvolved. She was like a child who closed her eyes, believing that the danger would disappear when it was out of sight.

She flinched as he reached out his hands and stroked her flanks incredibly gently. Where the burning hot palms had touched her, she would inevitably get goose bumps. He grinned mockingly.

“Hmm! Your little twitches are so cute! And you humans say demons are seductive. I think it's the other way around. How could anyone resist your beautiful, attractive body?”

The little nun was about to answer him. Just in time, she realized that his words were just another treacherous trap to ensnare her even deeper into his diabolical game. Her best protection was to appear unconcerned and disinterested. She bit her lips and let him have his way. But when he lifted her as lightly as a feather and pressed her against him, she could barely suppress a whimper. He guided her knees left and right past his hips. His hard cock pushed between her legs. Innocenza tensed involuntarily as the hot member stroked along the sensitive insides of her thighs and pushed upwards from there. His powerful paws lay against her buttocks and kneaded them casually.

She was **** to place her delicate hands on his shoulders in order to hold herself upright. Meanwhile, his burning pole pressed against her most precious treasure. The heat spread to her belly. She was sweating all over. And another wetness spread and began to bathe his sword, which lay close to her scabbard, making it slippery.

She still hoped that he would not go to extremes. She looked up at him, pleading for pity, but saw only amusement and deceit in his glittering eyes.

“I'll let you go and I won't chase you if you wish,” he offered once more.

His voice actually sounded serious and honest. But Innocenza didn't believe him. She was sure it was just another ploy to tease and **** her. She pressed her lips together and didn't say a word. But she was no longer able to shake her head. Unfamiliar feelings and needs rolled through her insides, awakening unchaste thoughts that she had previously thought herself incapable of.

“Relax, then it will be easier. I don't want to hurt you, I promise.”

He leaned forward, his face barely an inch away. She turned hers to the side. First came his warm breath, then a feather-light, almost hesitant touch. His warm lips brushed her cheek. She wanted to be disgusted, but his kiss was so gentle. She squinted at him from the corner of her eye. His eyes were made of hypnotizing darkness.

“Come towards me,” he beckoned, ”it's just a kiss. Nothing bad can happen.”

Hesitantly, she turned towards him again. Her lips opened. This time she didn't pull away when he closed the distance between them. No longer thinking about the monastery. Or of her duty. Or of sacrificing herself for others. She lost herself in his infinitely deep eyes, in his seductive voice, in his skillful fingers massaging her back. So many touches, so many feelings - she had never known such sensations before.

His tongue, wet and hot, stroked her lips, tickled them, slowly slipped between them. She let him do as he pleased. Her mouth opened wider. She licked him back timidly. And he rewarded her with a soft moan. She sank into the blissful kiss and forgot everything around her. Only when his lips broke away from hers did her eyes flutter open again, her chest rose and fell rapidly and the strange tingling between her legs intensified.

He began to move his pelvis. Rubbing his steely hard boner over her soft, wet lower lips.

“No, don't...” she breathed.