The Measure of All Things

Magdalena waited blindly to see what would happen next. Delicate hands placed themselves on her shoulders, gently stroked down her arms, then turned around and lay on her stomach. Magdalena trembled. Her breathing became faster and faster as gentle fingers felt their way up centimeter by centimeter. Past her belly button. They reached the ribcage. A little higher still ...

“Ah!”

The young nun moaned without restraint as her breasts were caressed and fondled. She knew that she must not allow such caresses. But it was impossible for her to resist. She would have seemed immobile, frozen, if her chest hadn't risen and fallen to the rapid rhythm of her breathing and the soft curves of her breasts nestled in the shameless hands as if they had been created for this very purpose.

Her knees softened and she sank back onto her bed, carefully held and guided by her counterpart. Without having to look, she felt the other bending over her. She briefly felt a hot breath before brisk lips closed around her nipple. Magdalena threw her head back and surrendered to the feelings that flooded her.

“O-oh!”

A cheeky hand wandered down her flank, caressing the outside and inside of her thigh. Agonizingly slow, it worked its way back up until it reached Magdalena's honey pot overflowing with nectar.

Oh, the specter knew how to touch Magdalena as if she were herself - which was in a way also true. She touched exactly the right places with exactly the right pressure and at exactly the right speed. Even if she had wished to at that moment, it would have been impossible for Magdalena to resist. No, she longed for the climax, which came incredibly quickly and inexorably. Her mind had long since switched off, her body capitulated and her lust was the measure of all things.

She exploded. She screamed. At the top of her voice. She didn't care if anyone could hear her. Yes, they had to hear her. Because her cell was wall to wall, door to door with the cells of the other nuns, who would all be lying in their narrow bunks at this time. But this was not the time for worry and restraint. Her immense happiness, her liberation from years of constraints simply had to make itself heard.

Magdalena had no idea how long it would take until she was halfway back in control of her senses. Her throat was raw and she coughed slightly, and not just because of the chill that assailed her with a fresh bite. She was shivering. Laboriously, she **** her eyelids open to make sure if any of what she had experienced was real or if she had experienced an extremely violent dream. This was an option she could not and would not rule out. After all, how would a stranger who resembled her like an identical twin get into the monastery and her cell unnoticed in the middle of the night? She categorically ruled out the possibility that the woman could have turned from a bird into a human anyway.

She was genuinely amazed to actually see a person in the narrow chamber. However, it no longer bore any resemblance to herself.

“Eeek!”

Kicking wildly, she scrambled hastily to the head of her bed and huddled into a small ball, seeking protection. What was that?

“Who are you? WHAT are you?!”

Yes, the figure had the general appearance of a woman with exaggerated feminine attributes. However, her skin - still completely uncovered - flamed an unnatural crimson red. Two little horns sprouted boldly upwards on her forehead, coal-black at the base and fiery orange at the sharp tips. Flowing night-black hair framed her face, sweet as sin, her pout twisted into a smug smile. Most disturbing of all, however, was the long, flexible tail with its leaf-shaped tip, which whipped back and forth merrily.

Instead of a reply, the creature said in a smoky voice that promised more, “See you tomorrow night, Magdalena.”

Then the figure shrank until it rose on feathery wings and disappeared as a crow out of the tiny window into the darkness.

Struck dumb with horror, the naked nun was left speechless and no longer knew what to think or believe.