Opens the Mysterious Book

She stared across the room for a what seemed like hours but barely a few minutes had passed as she worked up the nerve. As though of its own volition her body abruptly stood up and only in hindsight could she say that her body was her own. Her bed sheets fell around her as she walked over in her long sheer nightgown, her arm stretched out and reached for the inconspicuous book, what felt like heat began radiating up through her fingers and into her body. Her nipples hardened, her breath caught and a tingle went through her entire body, coalescing into a deep heat in her groin. Never before had she felt this level of peak arousal and she hadn't even placed her hand on the book; its corrupting energy being strong enough to effect her even now. Unwillingly, memories flooded her mind of the times she had locked eyes with one of a young man training to be a priest, their instant attraction being evident to both yet even more true was their guilt over the unwanted and sinful feelings. More memories of how they continued their chores around the grounds, yet like the world knew their deepest desire and wished to tempt them, they found themselves gravitating towards each other. The two were no match for the forces of nature at play to bring them together and no amount of Our Fathers and Hail Marys could ever forgive that one night they had shared in the bell tower.

Like a slideshow, every perverse and arousing thought that Willow had ever had in her 22 years was being played in front of her eyes, she drew ever closer to the source of her recent obsession. Like the a final crashing of waves, the crescendo of her arousal was peaked as she at last took the book into her hands and felt her pussy cream itself, her legs shaking from the intensity of the orgasm her inexperienced body felt flooding through it. Walking back and collapsing on her bed with her new prize, she wiped the sweat from her brow and felt a smile cross her face as she revelled in the feeling of the aftershocks her pussy was making her feel.

She now knew beyond doubt that this was an evil book, a perverted book, a corrupting book...a generous book, a loving book, a freeing book. As her mind fought a battle of wills, the innocent side being far outmatched as she held the book close to her chest, her mind was reawakening distant desires and bringing them to the forefront.

Willow awoke suddenly, not even aware she had drifted off with the book lying on her chest. She felt refreshed, invigorated, free and... motivated. The day was a new one with so many things her new mind wanted her to do. Time to make the most of it.