He Approaches Clara From Behind

The infernal angel approached Clara from behind. She couldn't see him with her own eyes, but she recognized what was going on in the expressions of the others. They reflected both envy that her fellow sister had been chosen first, as well as uncertainty and curiosity. What was about to happen was far beyond any experience the four of them had acquired in their sheltered lives so far. And yet they sensed that it would be an earth-shattering encounter. The young man who had transformed himself into this otherworldly being would fill them to the brim and take them to unprecedented heights of happiness. A level of love and contentment beckoned them that they could not yet imagine.

The fact that his outward appearance resembled the demonic creatures depicted in paintings of the Inferno and the Last Judgement did not bother the novices. They were spellbound by his virile presence and dominant aura. A wild, stimulating smell emanated from him, which they inhaled deeply with flared nostrils. His aggressive, animalistic appearance made them shiver, as much from a vague fear as from anticipation of what he might do to them.

He placed his powerful claws left and right on Clara's hips and pushed his pelvis forward. She moaned and trembled as the tip of his mighty pole reached the hitherto untouched entrance to her true womanhood and began to split it open. He opened her like a key being pushed into a well-oiled lock. Deeper and deeper he penetrated. Clara felt filled and stretched like never before in her life. She suspected that there was pain lurking somewhere, but up to that point she only felt happiness and bliss. She took in more and more of his massive manhood until she had reached her absolute limit. The feeling was incredible.

Angelo grinned victoriously. He knew that all four virgins were already his. He just had to take them. What he was doing to them was more than a fragile human body could actually withstand, but his magic still allowed it. Suppressing the pain was by no means done out of sympathy or kindness. It was merely a means to an end. He was pursuing completely different, more long-term goals than just spontaneously satisfying his lust. Although, of course, he also enjoyed himself to the fullest.

He entered into a slow back and forth. Clara's body instinctively recognized what she had to do to make it feel even better. She picked up his rhythm and met him. With her eyes closed, she concentrated completely on her inner self. She panted passionately, unable to find words or even clear thoughts. Subliminal sensations and emotions had taken control.

Time and space lost all meaning for her. All she knew was that a wave of fire and desire was carrying her higher and higher. Just a little more! In a moment! Yes! And then it broke. Clara screamed. Overwhelmed, she slumped down. But her lover held her relentlessly and pumped his potent semen deep into her ready-to-conceive womb.

The three waiting women witnessed all of this at close quarters. They were gripped by unimaginable excitement. Angelo looked down at them as they leaned on the tabletop. Clara was collapsed and breathed heavily. Her eyelids flickered now and again. It was clear to see that she was at the end of her strength and almost out of her senses.

But this example did not deter the others. They looked up expectantly at the being who had become the master of their harem. And like the concubines of an emir, they vied for his attention. Elisabeth sucked on her lower lip and winked shyly at him. She hoped to make herself particularly attractive by displaying her innocence. Agnes looked at him openly and challengingly. With her mouth half open, she drew in quick breaths, moaning softly. She moved her naked buttocks lasciviously to attract him.

Only Maria didn't seem to be taking part in the competition. Strict and composed, she stared straight into the void. But Angelo saw through her façade. She acted calm and unconcerned. With his keen senses, however, he could detect her rapid heartbeat, her rising heat and the faint twitching of her muscles. She wanted him just as much as the others, but couldn't admit it yet. Well, he had mastered this game too. He carelessly left her and went to the petite little Elisabeth, who sighed gratefully when he placed his strong hand on her lower back.

He took her just as he had Clara before and his superhuman stamina allowed him to copulate with Agnes without pause. Neither of them lasted longer than a few minutes. Soon they were lying on the table, moaning and with their eyes turned backwards.