Fever Dreams

Once back in her room, the Mother Superior quickly disrobed and put on a over shirt. She then set her alarm for four hours, so that she could check on Sister Lela and Sister Marie. Despite the night’s events, Cynthia fell quickly to sleep and was soon swept away into her dreams.

She found her dreams full of sex. She saw herself having sex with the various men she previously had relationships with. She knew this was not real, that it had to be a dream. She had never had sex with any of them. She had found it repulsive and she was not attracted to them. As the dream continued, a voice echoed through her mind repeatedly saying, “What is wrong my little Cyn?”

Cynthia tried to reason what was going on, but despite herself she did feel a little aroused. After what seemed like hours of watching one man after another take her including ones she did not recognize, Cynthia screamed out in her mind, “This is wrong.”

The sweet honey like voice then simply asked why, Cyn?

Cynthia immediately began to scream in retort, “Sex for any reason besides procreation is wrong.”

The sweet voice replied, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your lying and you are lying to yourself. You are a deceiver. And most sadly of all you have deceived yourself.”

Cynthia replied, “You are wrong. I am a servant of god. I live to spread his message. I am no deceiver.” At this point Cynthia began to wonder if the demon she saw earlier was somehow speaking to her in her sleep. She needed to wake up.

“Why do you wish to wake. You are right, I am a demon. In fact, I am a queen of Succubi and I have not lied to you at all. The only one that has lied is you. You are not a true servant of god. Your desire lies on a whole different path,” stated the voice.

“That is wrong. I am a servant of god. I help guide those under me every day and lead them in the path of righteousness,” proclaimed Cynthia in defiance.

Suddenly, the dream changed. She found herself within her chapel. But she was not alone. Sitting atop the sanctified alter with her legs spread wide was a very attractive red skinned demonic woman with large black feathered wings. Above, her head nestled in her horns was a halo of fire that did not seem to burn her. The creature laughed a bit and said something about righteous path bah. Then it spoke in its calm sweet seductive voice, “You seemed to be getting a little upset, so I thought a familiar area might calm you. My name is Lilith and I wish to give you a gift Cynthia.”

Cynthia closed her eyes tight in the dream, willing herself to awake, but to no avail.

Lilith once again spoke in her soft calming voice, “It is of no use, you will not awake until I let you my dear. You may lead them on the path of your god but it is not what you truly want.” As she finished her sentence, Cynthia noticed Sister Marie and Sister Lela enter from the side door. They were stark naked and as they came to stand in front of Cynthia they turned to each other and began kissing and intimately touching one another.

Cynthia tried to look away but found that her body would not respond and she was unable to close her eyes now. She started shouting, “This is a lie, this is not real.”

Lilith with a smirk simply responded, “I never said it was real my little Cyn. I only implied that it is what you desire. You joined the church to run from your desires. You hide behind religious sanctimony to hide your beautiful secret.”

Cynthia once again shouted, “Lies, all lies.” Cynthia watched as Sister Marie began to kiss down Sister Lela’s neck occasionally nipping the skin as she made her way to Sister Lela’s rather excited breasts. Cynthia had to admit to herself, that she did very much find the sight before her alluring as she felt her own flower growing wet with desire. Cynthia cried, “No, no, no. This is not what I want.”

Lilith smiling merely responded, “It is not a lie my child. You know you came to the church because you were afraid you would be hurt if people learned your secret. The fact that you loved women and not men. You knew in your youth that society would not accept you as a lesbian. But in this age when they might accept you as a lesbian, what do you do. You hide behind your traditional beliefs preaching that such people are whores and harlots. It is you child that is the deceiver. You know I speak the truth.”

Cynthia whimpered, “No, no,” as her eyes filled with tears.

Lilith hoped down off the altar and came to stand behind Cynthia. She leaned in and whispered, “In your heart you desire to be a whore, to lie with women, to love a woman and be loved by a woman. You want to feel her touch, her embrace, her lips, her tongue, her very fingers buried deep inside you. But alas, you imprison yourself in the tradition of your god. The very god that denounces those like you. Do you really think when the time comes that he will accept you for what you are. Do you think he will have forgiven you.”

Cynthia was crying, she knew it was all true. She had buried it for so long, the truth, that she had forgotten most of it. She still had feelings but would chastise herself when she did. Cynthia could not deny Lilith spoke the truth. As the Mother Superior, she was the deceiver. Cynthia felt her juices now starting to flow down the insides of her legs. She desired for the two to embrace her, to take her.

Lilith’s tongue reached out and licked along Cynthia’s earlobe causing her to shiver in pleasure just a bit. She then whispered, “It does not have to be this way. I want to change your world. I want a world where people can be free to be themselves. Enjoy their bodies. Love whomever. I want you to help me Cyn. Join my fold and be free. Show your sisters the truth. Show them a new way. Be what you desire. Be my Mother Superior. Give me a place to keep my young protected from those that oppress.”

As Lilith stated this, Cynthia saw more of her sisters appear in the church. All of them naked and doing very salacious acts. The bacchanal around Cynthia that seemed etched in her mind even though she could not turn or close her eyes, pleased her immensely. Cynthia could not deny that she desired this. She wanted to lie with these women and partake in their libidinous activities. She watched as Sister Sarah ate out the old nun Sister Bernice. Sister Bernice continued to pour honey on her age old quim while shouting, “hows your dinner you wanton slut.” Sister Sarah only moaned as she fervently licked up the honey. A few feet away on her knees was Sister Rachel as she held Sister Deann’s tight little rump to her face loudly eating out the woman’s pussy. The look on Sister Deann’s face was sheer rapture. In the pew, Cynthia saw the super shy Sister Naomi in a passionate sixty-nine with Sister Chloe. Cynthia abruptly remembered how eager she was to share a room with Sister Naomi. All around her was wonderful acts of sapphic sex. Her body ached with desire to join, feel, and come with them.

Lilith whispered, “What do want my little Cyn?”

Cynthia could not bring herself to say it. She wanted it, she wanted to yield to her desires but her duty, her responsibility to god. Could she just give that all up. As she could move now, she looked around and noticed all her sisters crawling towards her now. She was surrounded as she felt hands reaching out and touching her. The mass of sisters and hands gradually engulfed her body. The whole time all their voices ringing out in a cacophony. Slowly as Cynthia felt every single part of her body from the neck down come alive from all the contact, the voices grew into a unified chorus that sang out, “Show us the path, Mother Superior. Show us the path.”

Lilith purred once more, “Say what you want to Cyn. What you desire.”

Cynthia could not stop herself. The voice inside her that had been subjugated all these years screamed out, “Yes, yes, give me your dark gift. Free me from my prison and give me wings to soar and the strength to show others your path. Make me in your image my Queen.”

Lilith whispered, “I will when you let me in child.” As she stated this Cynthia felt fingers pierce her vaginal lips and asshole. Cynthia felt the dam inside her break and a strong orgasm wash over her strengthening her resolve to let her desires free.