Another week passes in the Abbey...

"Sister Sabine!" The soft, high pitched voice comes as if from a far away dream.

You lay prostrate on your bed, your head lazily bobbing over the Imps crotch. The little demon reclines on some bunched up pillows, a satisfied smile stretched across his red face. Most of his first load is decorating your delicate face, and you know he's good for at least three more this morning - you just have to work for it. Dropping your head down, you revel in the familiar sensation of the Imp's thick prick slipping into your throat. You groan and press your hips down, rubbing your leaking quim against your rumpled and stained sheets. You haven't cum yet - maybe after you suck this load out of the little demon, you should get him to ream your ass. You've been dying to try the trick that Sister Tyne showed you yesterday. For now, your hand will have to do, and you send your fingers sliding between your thighs.

"Sister Sabine!" The same voice again, but you ignore it, driving yourself further on the demonic cock stretching your throat. You feel the Imps clawed hands wrap itself in your scarlet hair, and moan in anticipation. You try to relax your throat, waiting for him to push your mouth down. Instead, the little demon tugs on your locks, forcing your head up. You groan in frustration but can't resist his surprising strength. His slick tool slips out from between your plump lips, sliding against your cheeks, adding a slick layer of pre-cum to the seed splattered there.

"Sister have visitor!" The little demon squawks, "Sister must..."

Your tongue slips out from between your lips, stretching out to flick at the demon's cock, still so tantalizing close.

"No!" The Imp puffs himself up sternly, angling his hips out of reach, his hands still holding your hair. "No Imp cock for Sister now! Sister listen, then get cock!"

You moan plaintively and flutter your eyes up at the little demon, putting on your best cock-hungry face - not that its much of an act. The Imp's expression wavers for a moment, but then his stern demeanor returns. "Imp said no!"

"Fine," you groan, rolling your eyes. You turn your cum-stained face over your shoulder, and clear your throat. "Yes?"

A young acolyte is hovering near the room's door, staring back at you breathlessly. Her cheeks are flushed and even underneath her robes, you can see the way her thighs are rubbing against each other. Her timid gaze slides off your stained face to the slick cock jutting up from the Imps crotch. You smile when she licks her lips hungrily.

"Yes, Sister...," you pause, searching through your memory. You dimly remember her from two...no, three days ago. Her hot little mouth locked against your quim, while the Imp fucks her upraised butt from behind... "Sister Alora, wasn't it?"

The sound of her name startles the petite blonde out of her brief reverie, and back at you, a blushing furiously. "Yes, Sister Sabine! Paladin Ilmara sent me. She wants to see you - at once," Alora's green eyes briefly slide back to the Imp's tool before she forces herself to look at you once more, "She said it was important!"

The name gives you pause - Paladin Ilmara was one of the more senior sisters who stayed behind at the Abbey while the Supreme War Mother led the Sisters against the host of Thoros. She wasn't known to use words lightly, so if she said the matter was important, then it was. You hesitate for a long moment, then sit up with a disappointed groan.

"Don't worry fire-hair!" the Imp grins, stroking his cock brazenly in front of you, "Imp cock be here for you later!"

Sliding off the bed, you head for the door. You need to clean up before you see the Paladin - you don't think she'd be as understanding about the demon cum splattered on your face as some of your other Sisters have become over the last month. You walk past Sister Alora, and sense the acolyte's tension. She looks at your with a mute appeal on her pretty face.