Darkness takes her

The final burst of strength flows through her, but it's not enough to provide meaningful resistence. Her heart thumped wildly, threatening to escape her chest with its erratic beating, all the while her entire body felt like it was undergoing a slow paralysis. Soon, she was unable to even utter a single sound to alert her knight on the other side of the door. Why had she drank the potion? Did she really put herself in such danger because of her pride? And why hadn't she called out for assistance earlier, before she was entirely helpless? Such questions swirled around her head as the haze overwhelmed her. She lacked the power to even push away this old man, who clung onto her body like a filthy slug.

No! This isn't what I want! She screamed in her head, but it seems the rest of her body disagrees. Soon, she completely lost all feeling in her hands and feet, and that soon spread to her entire body. Eventually, she heard the thump of her body falling against the table, but she never even felt the pain of the impact. As she blinked, she found that she could no longer open her eyelids, trapping her in the darkness, and moments later, her consciousness faded.

This was a rare opportunity for Currell. The nuns were fine, of course, and he had nothing bad to say about their service to him. But despite how heretical such thoughts were, he had to admit that he found them too submissive for his taste. Their minds were broken beyond repair, and they knew only how to say yes. There wasn't an ounce of resistance nor struggle to be found. No matter what depraved whims he wanted satisfied, they'd just smile and indulge him. But he craved the challenge, the burning passion that once pervaded him when he was younger. When the princess said she wanted to meet, he knew exactly how to reignite such flames. After all, he had such fun with her mother decades ago, and he wanted to know if the daughter was anything like her deceased mother.

Alas, time wasn't on his side. Her knight was right outside, and he didn't have the time to undress and redress her. Unfortunate, but Currell was a patient man. He could wait. There was no doubt she'd return here. After all, whores like her always sought a master. This was merely the beginning...

Undoing his pants, he set his cock free, already hard from the anticipation. It was a shame that he couldn't take her virginity here and now, but her mouth will do just fine. Brushing her blonde hair past her face, he lifted her head and pushed the tip of his cock against her lips. It took a second for him to get the angle right, but as soon as he entered, it was like he was in heaven. Even despite the fact that her tongue couldn't really move, her lips seemed to naturally clamp down on his shaft, sucking with each breath she takes. At the same time, he reached down with his other hand, feeling her perky breasts through her dress and her bra. One day, all of this will be his...

Slowly, Currell built up speed as he slid his cock in and out, and Alice responded in kind, her **** body getting used to the intrusion by now. Each entry is accompanied by a slurp as she inadvertently sucked, and each exit is marked by a pop as the seal formed by her lips broke. Soon, she was lifted upright, her face pressed into his crotch as he violated her mouth, his pubes pressing into her face and his cock slamming into the back of her throat each time. With a low grunt, he unleashed his load down her mouth, ensuring the evidence is swallowed up as the sticky fluid trickles down her throat. Satisfied, he cleans himself up before seating her back into her original position...

Alice blinks in confusion, almost tripping if not for Finley, who managed to catch her. "My lady, is something the matter?" He inquires, and all she can do is shake her head.

Why was she here? Wasn't she at the church? She wondered, before turning around and seeing the cathedral behind her. Did she conclude her business with the arch-bishop? Is that why she's walking away? But there's no recollection of such an event in her memories...

It was the ****, Alice realized. Whatever it was, it seemed to have wiped away a good chunk of her memories. In fact, all she remembers is entering and leaving, but nothing of the actual meeting itself. Cursing silently, she fumes to herself for wasting all this time and accomplishing nothing. Muttering under her breath, she vows **** against that old creep...