It's Only Just Beginning

The demon knelt in front of her and spread her legs open. She lay completely exposed and unprotected beneath him. Innocenza looked up at him. Her throat was tight, she could neither say anything nor was she able to move away from him. Surrendering to her fate, she waited to see what would happen next.

His hands slid from her ankles down her legs. His gentle touches on the insides of her thighs sent icy shivers under her skin. His probing fingers traveled further and further. She sucked in her breath loudly when they reached her most sensitive area.

“Oh my, my little girl. You're soaking wet. What a naughty, naughty nun you are!”

She blushed bright red at his words. An index finger slowly and teasingly circled her virgin cleft. He barely touched her, but it was enough to make her juices flow and spread all over her mound and her swollen labia. Electric lightning flashed through her abdomen. Then a cheeky finger plunged into her entrance. She gasped audibly for all those around her. She waited spellbound to see what would happen.

The digit barely penetrated her, stretched her a little and withdrew again. The tip of his finger, slippery from the wetness it was transporting, grazed Innocenza's clitoris. She almost lost her senses and bucked against him.

“What are you doing to me?” she moaned.

“I'm just touching you. You do everything else yourself.”

She wanted to refuse the reality. But in her heart she knew that what he said was true. A topsy-turvy world in which a demon spoke the truth and a nun lived a lie.

He continued the agonizingly pleasurable movements of his hand. He circled, plunged in, drove out, stretching her a little more each time, teasing and tempting her. Her body trembled, her hips wanted to throw themselves at him. Oh, it was so hard to think, almost impossible to remember what was right and what was wrong.

His demanding finger slid deeper and deeper into her slippery opening. He encountered resistance. He pressed gently against it and Innocenza cried out. “My hymen!” it flashed through her mind. He wouldn't break it, would he? His finger was so deep inside her.

“Please, no more. Please stop!”

“But I've only just started,” he chuckled.

He withdrew his finger again. Circling slowly. Gently rubbing her inflamed pussy. Teasing her clitoris. And in again. Two fingers this time. Gently rubbing. Stretching her further. They slipped out once more, circling, stroking, rubbing, teasing. Burning heat spread through her pelvis. Then three fingers slid in. She moaned, arching her back. She tensed every muscle she still could control. She clenched her teeth. She couldn't admit that it felt good. It was ****, sweet, wonderful ****.

Then the fingers disappeared, leaving her alone. He braced his hands on the floor to the left and right of her shoulders and shifted his body over the prone woman. His thick pole pressed against her well-prepared gate.

“Don't fight it. Your body was made to experience pleasure and give pleasure. You can't fight your own body.”

She wanted to fight back. She wanted to scream at him to finally leave her alone. But she just lay there beneath him and looked at him pleadingly. He could read her true thoughts and feelings in her eyes.

“I know what you want,” he murmured, “even if you don't admit it to yourself yet. Say it out loud, then things will be easier.”

She pressed her lips together and, summoning all the willpower she could muster, she shook her head weakly. He looked at her sadly, almost sympathetically.

“By refusing to admit it, you're only making things unnecessarily difficult for yourself. Come on, I'll help you. Repeat after me: I want you to fuck me with your cock in my cunt.”