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Amelia cracked open an eye and observed the slow rise and fall of her roommates’ chests. She couldn’t afford to get into any more trouble, as her bandaged, thoroughly-beaten back proved. She also couldn’t not touch herself. It was a burning compulsion and Amelia was a slave to sin. Locked up in the convent, sent away by her family so the rambunctious, bull-headed woman could have silence and obedience beaten into her – Yes, Amelia was deprived of every worldly pleasure possible, so she clung to whatever she could to keep sane.
Confident that her fellow novices were asleep, she slid her hand between her legs and began to rub.
She inhaled deeply through her nose, holding back any noise she might normally make, and closed her eyes to let her imagination run wild. The first image that came to mind was from just earlier that day; Sister Alice had stripped down to nothing and whipped herself outside in the snow. Amelia was supposed to be reading, but with such a tantalizing view outside her window, she couldn’t help but watch. The way she flinched but never cried out, blood streaming down her back… Her lithe, youthful body on full display, exposed to the elements... She was bound to catch her death out there one of these days.
If there ever was proof enough of God’s existence and mercy, if there ever was a person who could make Amelia doubt her confidently-held doubts, it was Sister Alice. She was said to have been part of the convent for thirty five years, and Amelia wasn’t sure if she believed it. She had the face of a girl who had not yet reached twenty years on this Earth. Her body too looked like that of a child, saved only by the generous presence of adult hair. Her breasts were small, hardly there; her flesh was soft and not yet weighed down with age; her long blonde locks carried not a single strand of grey or white. And Amelia had plenty of time to study her appearance, being a novice under the Novice Mistress’s care. Yes, Novice Mistress Alice was as pious as they came, obsessed with punishing the sinful flesh and praying for salvation. Amelia wasn’t even sure the woman ate.
Amelia slid her hand lower, slicking up her fingers, and kept rubbing her most sensitive spot. She wondered if Alice had ever in her life rubbed herself, or if the thought had never crossed her mind. How she would look in the throes of pleasure, entirely foreign to her body and thus being exceedingly sensitive… Her green eyes shut tight, how she would squirm and keen and beg, either for more pleasure or for forgiveness. Her slender thighs open and accepting of whatever it was Amelia wanted to do to her, put inside of her… Amelia heaved a heavy breath and rubbed faster. Once she reached her climax, sleep would come to her with ease.
“What are you doing.”
Amelia froze. The familiar voice oozed with disgust. Fuck, Alice knew exactly what Amelia was doing, she was in so much trouble, but if she remained perfectly still, perhaps she could convince her she was asleep… She slowed her breathing, praying to God that Alice would fall for it.
“Disrespectful wretch.” Amelia swallowed thickly. “Asking God to aid in your deceit. I ought to beat you right now.” That was the other thing about Sister Alice. She had a way of hearing every private thought in a novice’s head. There was no sin that one could hide from her, no secret that could be kept. If Amelia had known Alice was still awake, that she was listening in on her thoughts, she wouldn’t have-
“You wouldn’t have? Oh, I’m sure. Don’t lie to me, Sister. You conjured up such vile, lustful images out of spite. You knew- Look at me.” The thin sheet was pulled back and the chill hit Amelia to the bone. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and held the gaze of her sister, the burn of bile crawling up her throat. “You knew I would feel you violating me. That you would imagine one of your sisters like that– debased, humiliated– that you would think of me in such a way–!”
Was she crying? Amelia bit her lower lip as guilt turned her whole face red. She’d never seen Alice cry. She doubted anyone ever had. Yet there was a shimmer of wetness in those glowing green eyes. The glowing… It must be a trick of the moonlight that came in through the window. Alice sniffled and rubbed her face. “I am not crying,” she spat. “Why do you insist on not just hurting yourself, but dragging others down with you?”
Big words coming from the woman fixated on beating herself and all her underlings, Amelia wanted to shoot back. She held her tongue, but it made no difference. Alice’s face screwed up in frustration. “I’m helping you. The only pleasure I take in beating you is the comfort of knowing I am saving your soul. Look at you, Amelia. You are sick. You are hurting. I am helping.” Amelia didn’t feel helped. She felt sore, her back still tender from this afternoon’s whipping. She felt exhausted. She felt deeply uncomfortable, witnessing the emotional outburst of such a stoic, repressed woman. Amelia hadn’t said a word aloud yet. She glanced beyond Alice, looking to see if any of her roommates had be woken by Alice’s voice.
“They will sleep soundly,” Alice answered. Amelia’s eyes widened as she heard the words without seeing Alice’s mouth move. She could not just hear thoughts, but project them as well… Maybe she was a prophet, or even an angel… Though with those green eyes, she could just as easily be a fairy. Not that any of those things were real. “Doubt me all you want, but please, let me lead you from your disbelief in The Lord. Let me show you, so that you will no longer have room to doubt, and you might come to want eternal salvation for yourself. Here.” Alice gestured with her hand and Amelia sat up. She despised the feeling of being puppeted around. Another one of Alice’s tricks. The lack of control made her skin crawl.
Amelia’s arms moved against her own will, taking off her nightgown, and her chest felt tight as she set the fabric aside. Her nipples hardened with the chill. Any sense of arousal was frozen out as fear took hold. “Sister,” Amelia started, finally working up the courage to speak. Alice waved her hand and Amelia turned around, exposing her back to her. “I-I’m deeply sorry. I don’t-” Her voice caught in her throat, and she wondered if it was her own fear or Alice’s control that shut her up. A firm hand touched the bandages that covered up the marks from this afternoon’s whipping. Amelia squeaked in discomfort, and then flinched as Alice grabbed the bandage and unwound it from her body.
“Dear Lord,” Alice began to pray, placing one hand against the wounds, some scabbed over and some still open. “Please work through me, that my sister shall be healed, and that she shall finally come to know you. Please reveal yourself to her, and use my love for her to take away her wounds. Though she has hurt me, I forgive her, and I know that though she has hurt you in all of her sins, I trust you will forgive her as well, and welcome her into your arms and into your kingdom.”
A sharp pain pierced Amelia’s chest and gradually radiated outward through her body and filled her with a burning warmth. She lost the ability to move, not even to breathe or blink, and she was almost certain her heart stopped beating as the impossible sensation seized her. Alice lifted her hand from her back and the pain instantly ceased. Amelia gasped for breath, hacking as she collapsed on the bed. “Wh-What the fuck was that?” She trembled and pushed herself up, turning to look at Alice. Where Alice stood moments ago, something else had taken her place. Twisted horns, a mouth of fangs, glowing eyes, too many glowing eyes. Darkness, a cloud of smoke in human shape, tendrils coming forth from the abyss and reaching out for the young sister. Amelia blinked, and there again was Alice. Kind, merciful, eternal Alice. Something about her was still different..? Oh. Amelia’s eyes traveled down from her face and took in her nude form. She’d seen her unclothed before, of course, but never so close. Sitting on the bed like this, Amelia was eye level with those cute breasts.
“Cute?” Alice echoed, tilting her head to the side.
Amelia quickly shook her head. “Why are you…” And when had she taken her clothes off? The sleep deprivation and starvation must finally be getting to Amelia’s head, making her see impossible things. Demons weren’t real. And if they were, they wouldn’t be found in a nunnery. And if they could be in such a holy place, they wouldn’t take the form of Sister Alice.
“Is that what you think I am? After I’ve healed your wounds, you think I’m an agent of evil?” Amelia slapped her hand against her back and felt around, eyes blown wide as realization set in. She actually had- She shook her head again. It was right in front of her, and she knew she was being stubborn, but it just wasn’t possible. “It is possible, my dear. What else must be done for you to accept the truth, that there are things beyond logic, beyond the material world. You must have faith, dear sister.”
Amelia swallowed thickly. “I-I should go to sleep now…” Her pulse pounded. Her legs wanted to take off into a run.
“Yes, perhaps so. Perhaps God will guide you further, send an angel to visit your dreams.” Alice smiled gently. She turned to leave, and Amelia reached to put her nightgown back on. Blue eyes glanced up to catch her opening the door and froze on that pert ass that begged for Amelia to grope, maybe spank or even bite into the supple flesh–
She jerked away and rushed to clothe herself again. Before she could slide the gown over her head, Alice grabbed her wrist in a vice grip and wretched it to the side “What have I done to inspire such thoughts?” she demanded. “Why do you keep thinking such things? What am I doing wrong?” Amelia made to pull free, but was once again kept in place by the glowing emerald eyes boring into her soul. She’d always had a preoccupation with beautiful women. Worse still, she entirely lacked the proper inclination of her sex, that towards motherhood and belonging to a man. Alice was a good woman, a righteous woman who, Amelia assumed, had rid herself of any desires at all. She’d done nothing but exist, which surely wasn’t a crime against God. It was Amelia who was wholly to blame for her own sinfulness. Couldn’t Alice understand that?
“You’re wrong.” Alice spoke with her mind again. Amelia finally yanked her hand free and held it to her chest while she hung her head in shame. “Amelia, my dear, you are only human. I try very hard to be good, but I must be tempting you. Your thoughts, your energy – I haven’t tasted anything like it in such a long time…” Sharp nails gently trailed up and down Amelia’s arm, making her shiver. “I have not adequately restrained myself. I’ve grown lazy and now I’m tempting you, leading you to lust, and now we have created this horrible cycle of sin. Can’t you feel it?” Amelia shook her head in earnest. Try as she might to make sense of it, Alice’s apologetic rambling bordered on incomprehensible. How could her sinful desires be Alice’s fault if she’d always carried them within her? If it wasn’t Alice she lusted after, it would be another sister in the convent.
Claws dug into Amelia’s chin, guiding her to look up at her sister. She reached forward to touch the curled horns atop Alice’s head. They must have always been there, Amelia concluded, though she was only seeing them now. “You’re not human,” she said. Awe poured forth as she felt the horns in her grasp were more than a trick being played on her eyes.
“I try to be. Every day I ask God to help me, that I can be human, and that I can be saved.” She leaned forward, allowing Amelia to touch her, to discover more of her. Amelia was utterly enchanted by the glow of her eyes, now sure that it was more than an illusion. How many eyes? Two, three, five, six – Her head began to spin, so she forced herself to look away. Her chest was still human, though her skin was covered in markings. Some dark as ink, some glowing like her eyes. Beneath her navel was the most detailed of marks, swirling and beating like a second heart. She slid her hand down Alice’s body to feel the mark, noting how warm it was, and moved even lower. A green tendril caught Amelia’s wrist and kept her from going further. “You shouldn’t,” Alice insisted. Amelia caught sight of those little fangs and couldn’t help put wonder if they were for show, or if Alice would sink them into her skin and tear her apart. “You’ve already grown so much, sister. You’ve learned silence. You’ve learned to obey. Do not let yourself be tempted. Don’t let me tempt you. You still have a chance at salvation.” Amelia wouldn’t hear of it. She grabbed Alice by her waist and pulled her closer.
“Your inhuman nature… You can’t help it, can you? Why are you ashamed of what you are? If God– if he’s real, if he cares, wouldn’t that make you a part of his plan as much as any human? Why would he make you just to punish you for being yourself?” Alice frowned; of course as soon as she complimented Amelia on her learned silence, she would turn chatty. Then, a playful smile graced Amelia’s features, a wicked gleam in her blue eyes that was utterly unbecoming of a sister. Alice still had plenty more teaching to do if Amelia so easily slipped in to such a deviant manner. “You think I taste good?” Amelia asked. “If my thoughts and my energy have a taste to them… Is that what your kind feed on? A human’s spirit?” Was she about to give up her immortal soul to be a meal? And shouldn’t the thought frighten her? Giddy anticipation filled her instead.
Alice’s long, thin tail curled nervously behind her. “We are all given challenges to overcome. Sin is the perversion of the human’s natural powers; just because you are made capable of it does not mean it is acceptable. And I have my own perversions that I must keep in check. Yes, I could take you right now, feast on your depraved desires and suck all the purity out of your soul, and yes it would feel immensely pleasurable for a moment, but why would I damn us both, when we could instead enjoy eternal pleasure when we become one with the heavenly father? Why should I use my gifts in ways that are self serving and easy, when I can instead use them as I have been for years, slowly guiding souls towards him and working only ever in his service? Don’t you-”
“Okay yeah, whatever.” Amelia cut Alice off without a care, and Alice fought the urge to backhand her right there for the disrespect. “Isn’t God forgiving? If you screw around one time, and you say you’re really sorry, he’s not gonna send you to Hell forever. Just do penance and you’ll be fine, right?”
Alice growled and took Amelia by her shoulders, claws digging in and drawing blood as she pushed her back onto the bed. “God is forgiving of those who seek true repentance. He cannot be tricked or played. You arrogant, stupid brat. You know nothing.”
Amelia startled for only a moment when Alice climbed on top of her, but deciding she very much liked this position, she continued in her provocation with that same easy smile. “I know some things,” she teased. “I know you like the way my lust tastes. That it drives you wild. I know that y- Mmph!” Alice pressed her mouth firmly against Amelia’s, shutting her up. Her most base instincts screamed for her to have her way with the human, wring the human of her sexual energy and gorge herself to make up for decades of restraint and starvation.
She pulled away, looking down at the human with caution. Why was Amelia smiling so gently when staring in the face of an ungodly creature? The eyes, the fangs, the horns, the wings, the claws, the tail, even the plant-like appendages that seemed to fade into nothingness rather that sprout from her body, none of it phased Amelia. Alice’s body burned with Amelia’s want. The human wanted to be devoured, to be made prey, and her desire nearly choked her. Amelia pushed herself up to kiss Alice again, opening her mouth to suck on her lower lip. Wet, lewd sounds filled the air around them as Alice’s resolve grew weak and she kissed back. She fisted a hand in Amelia’s hair, claws scratching against her scalp in a way that drew out delicious moans. Their tongues met and danced, twirling and rubbing against each other, until Alice shoved Amelia’s back down and pressed further. Amelia expected to gag as the hot muscle pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth, down her throat, but the spasm never came. She kissed back ferociously, closing her lips around Alice’s thick, impossible tongue and sucking until she needed to breathe. Graciously, Alice broke the kiss, allowing Amelia to gasp for air. Her tongue felt heavy, hanging out of her mouth all the way down her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, regaining an ounce of composure, and reeled in enough to close her mouth while Amelia watched in fascination.
“Damn… What else can you do with that thing?” she giggled, blushing softly. Alice opened her eyes and blinked a few times. They were bright enough to coat the room in a green haze. Recognizing her loss of control, Alice blushed too, though her face turned not just pink, but lavender and periwinkle and lime, a rainbow exploding across her pale skin and reaching the tips of her pointed ears. It was unlike anything Amelia had ever seen, beautiful and otherworldly, and she impulsively covered those pretty cheeks in light kisses.
Alice hummed as she was smothered in affection. “You really aren’t scared of me?” she asked. Amelia shook her head, then nibbled her ear lobe and kissed down her neck. Though her supernatural aura always lead to erotic arousal, she was used to her true visage inspiring some degree of terror. Humans feared things they didn’t understand, and doubtful, skeptical humans feared more than others. Amelia’s complete acceptance, her eagerness, confused Alice a great deal. But then, it was hard to focus on that when the human’s hands caressed her sides, grabbing her hips and making her yearn for more intimacy. “I suppose… perhaps… in moderation…” Rationalizing her misdeed provided a temporary relief, though her heart knew she would regret her decision. She slid her hand down Amelia’s front, combing her fingers through her hair and sliding two fingers between her lips. “You’re so wet…”
Alice’s tendrils wrapped around Amelia’s thighs, forcing them open. She realized then that these were always part of Alice and that this was how she was able to physically manipulate the novices to her liking. Whatever glamour it was that kept Alice’s more monstrous features hidden continued to fade, and Amelia got a good look at the fair, glowing, translucent wings that fluttered with excitement when Amelia boldly toyed one of Alice’s nipples. Alice glowed so much. She must be an angel. A being of pure light. Amelia whined from the pad of Alice’s finger rubbing her in slow, steady circles. She needed more, more friction, more attention. Alice read her mind and rubbed faster, lavishing attention to her breasts with her mouth. That skillful tongue teased a nipple, then her pink lips wrapped around and sucked.
The other sisters sleeping soundly in the room were completely forgotten as Amelia cried out, gasping as she fisted a hand in the sheets. Her fear spiked when she felt a finger press against her entrance, remembering those sharp, animalistic claws, but there was no pain when Alice pushed inside. Only pleasure, warm and filling. The creature unlatched and pressed kisses down Amelia’s tummy, licking and suckling on her tanned skin, until she reached her throbbing clit. Her hips bucked up involuntarily as Alice sucked and lapped, expertly teasing the exposed head. “Holy fuck!” Amelia gasped, taking hold of Alice’s hair. “Holy fuck, don’t stop. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”
Nearly absent was the usual impulse to punish Amelia for her foul mouth. Taking the Lord’s name in vain was the least concerning part of this affair. Still, she lifted her head, for the human’s strength wasn’t nearly enough to hold her in place, and spat on Amelia’s glistening pussy. “You’re such a brat. I’d have thought you’d have learned by now.” Alice’s open palm came down on her once, twice, and the third time made Amelia yelp in true pain. Her swollen cunt ached from the spanking, but her legs were kept open, forced to endure whatever abuse Alice wanted to give.
“I’m sorry for being such a bad girl, Sister…” Amelia didn’t seem sorry at all. “I’ve been so naughty, haven’t I?”
Alice grinned wolfishly. Oh, Amelia was truly perverted and rotten. She’d be more than enough to satisfy Alice’s appetite. “You have. You’ve been very naughty. And I don’t recall giving you permission to speak.” She spanked her pussy again, a jolt of sharp pleasure running through Amelia. She moaned, but she didn’t speak, heeding Alice’s warning. Alice rubbed her to soothe the sting, rewarding her good behavior. “That’s it. You’re so beautiful,” she groaned. She leaned down and returned her attention to Amelia’s pussy. The smell was intoxicating, as was the graphic image in Amelia’s mind of Alice’s tongue buried inside of her. Cheeky brat knew damn well what she was doing. Alice was helpless, unable to fight her instincts that demanded she satisfy and consume her lover. Her tongue slid inside, thick and pressing up to find the most sensitive place to rub against. With one hand, she played with Amelia’s clit, and with the other she reached up and played with a tit. Squeezing the flesh in her hand, pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers.
The arousal in Amelia’s belly coiled tight and her thighs slammed shut around Alice’s head. “Just like that,” she begged. “Just like that, please don’t stop. I’m gonna- Fuck, fuck fuck… Shit! S-So good, so good, please!” All these years out of practice, yet Alice’s body still knew the quickest way to coax orgasm after orgasm out of a woman. Her tongue pressed into her with speed and strength, allowing her to tease her clitoris from the inside and the outside. Amelia’s orgasm washed over the both of them with incredible power. She rocked her hips against the mouth fucking her, the tongue filling her, and moaned through her clenched jaw. Her walls clenched down, pulsing against Alice’s tongue as she tonguefucked her through her first orgasm of the night, rubbing her clit hard and fast all the while. Thin, clear cum shot out of her, coating Alice’s face. The rush of energy tingled throughout the creature, giving her a small taste of what she was supposed to feel like, how she used to feel every day before renouncing her harlot ways.
Alice retracted her tongue as Amelia’s orgasmic pulsing subsided and her legs collapsed onto the bed. With her long tongue, she licked Amelia’s squirt off of her face. Her pussy tasted divine. She sat up on her knees, looking down at Amelia with a deep fondness. “Very good, my dear. You’ve been so good for me. How are you feeling?” Amelia gave a lazy smile and hummed in contentment. Habit wanted to drag her to sleep, weighing down her eyelids. Alice had other ideas.
She thumbed Amelia’s clit, earning a hiss. “Shit- That kinda hurts… Give me a second, okay?” Alice rolled her eyes and decided on a new position for them. She climbed on top, grabbing one of Amelia’s legs to force it up and straddle her lap. She wiggled her hips, making herself comfortable and closing her eyes as she ground her cunt against Amelia’s. The human nodded, giving permission to continue despite her sensitivity.
“And to think,” Alice muttered, rolling her hips with steady precision. “You imagined I’d let you shove your fingers inside of me? Silly girl… A pretty thing like you really ought to be stuffed and fucked as often as possible…” She groaned and leaned down to give a quick kiss, wings fluttering. “You really don’t belong here. Lecherous whores like you belong on the street.” Another kiss. “Temptress.” Kiss. “Dirty slag.” A final kiss and she sat back upright. “Stop smiling like that, or I’ll think you like it when I call you names,” she said. Amelia tried to cover her face, but those damned tendrils were quick to pull her hands away. “Ah-ah-ah. I don’t think so, love.” She playfully slapped Amelia’s face a few times, grinning wider when the novice let out a squeak.
She kept a slow, sensual pace to her grinding even when she became aware of Amelia’s desire for more, faster, harder. “You’ll take what I give you,” she teased. It was just that. Teasing. Because she did speed up, gripping Amelia’s leg tighter for balance. Not only for Amelia’s benefit, but her own as well, because fuck it had been so long since she’d rubbed her pussy against anything and Amelia was so entrancing with her precious face contorted in pleasure and her full, ample breasts jiggling with each thrust.
Amelia sang, holding tight to Alice’s hips and moving in time with her, chasing her own pleasure and another round of completion. One hand slipped from her hip to her flat stomach so her fingertips could trace over the fascinating marking over her womb. Did she even have a womb? She might look like a woman on the outside, but what did her insides look like? Would they be anything like a human?
“Really? That’s what you want to know?” Alice laughed. The swirled design gave off a warmth, growing brighter as the creature grew closer to her own climax. Her stamina wasn’t what it once was. Amelia’s delicate, reverent touch made her cry out as the magical mark worked its spell. She grabbed Amelia’s wrist and forced her hand harder into her abdomen. “Fuck!”
Amelia wasn’t sure what was happening, whether pressing into the mark was painful or erotic – knowing Alice, it was possibly both. Still, she recognized by the wanton moans and increased speed that Alice was enjoying herself. Their pleasure blended together through their psychic connection, drawing Amelia back to the edge she’d so recently gone over. Her cunt throbbed, wet and soft and oh-so close. Alice bit her lower lip and took a shaky breath. She could keep the edge, deny herself and retain a semblance of self control, maintain the illusion that she would confess and seek reconciliation after the fact.
She ground her clit harder against Amelia, pursuing sexual satisfaction for herself. Amelia rubbed over the magical mark, eager to please. Amelia’s pussy was nearly numb, but when Alice tweaked her nipple and scratched her claws down her chest, she felt herself tense, on the cusp. A low hum came from Alice’s throat. “Good girl, Amelia. You’ve been so so so- fuck- so good for me…” She leaned down to lick the light beads of blood off on Amelia’s soft stomach. The deep, metallic taste of blood pushed her over the edge. Her tail curled tight, her thighs tensed, and she nearly collapsed with the force she put into fucking her prey.
Amelia stared up at her, tears in her eyes, transfixed by her beauty. And her tits, her tiny breasts bouncing forcefully. They needed to be worshiped, she decided. She reached a hand up, groping and wanting desperately to have them in her mouth. Her perfect tits. Her perfect body. Her perfect cunt. A wave of orgasmic intensity came over her as Alice’s womb mark flashed a vibrant green and pulled the human fully under her spell. Alice leaned down and captured her in a sloppy lip-locking. She licked her teeth, her tongue, the inside of her mouth. Saliva spilled from her open maw, and Amelia blissfully drank it up. To have her Mistress spit in her, to taste her… She took hold of Alice’s horns and held her there as she rode out the strongest part of it..
The human’s face was flushed, glowing, radiant. A dopey smile graced her lips. Every inch of her throbbed pleasantly. “You’re a lot nicer when you’re not, yknow.” Amelia pantomimed a whip. “Inflicting pain.”
“Oh darling,” Alice cooed. “You say that as though I haven’t been hitting you this whole time… Only a pervert like you would enjoy being hit.” She got up, stretched out, and laid on her side beside Amelia. Pale, slender fingers brushed Amelia’s hair out of her face. “But perhaps we can take a small break. I’m not done with you yet, but…” She pressed her nose into her neck and took a deep breath in. Her fangs extended, primed to sink into the thin skin. “I want to taste more of you. Not just your cunt. Is that alright?”
Amelia nodded.
“Good girl.”
She supported herself with an elbow as she leaned over Amelia’s neck. She sniffed her again, taking in and committing to memory her delicious musk. Her tongue traveled over her neck, searching for where her pulse was strongest. Perfect. Amelia was pliant, her mind was floating, and the imminent pain didn’t register like it might have if she was in her right mind. To have Mistress inside of her, her fangs deep in her neck…
Alice’s fangs hardly stung as they slowly sank into the human’s neck, into a vein, and drew forth delicious, hot blood. Amelia grunted and threw her leg over Alice’s body to lazily rut against her. After a few seconds, her eyelids grew heavy. She wanted to stay awake, to be aware enough to enjoy everything Mistress gave her. Her mouth hung open dumbly as her faculties left her, replaced by the tender warmth that lulled her to sleep. Alice rubbed her thumb into Amelia’s upper arm, soothing and kind. “Sorry, love. It’s the venom. Don’t you worry though. I’ll wake you up again for the next round.” Amelia gave the slightest nod to acknowledge she’d heard Alice’s thought, then promptly blacked out.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she came to, only that Alice’s mouth was back on her cunt, and that short reprieve was likely the only sleep she’d be getting that night.
Alice’s footsteps echoed as she strolled in to Matins, grossly late. The sway of her hips, the twinkle in her eyes, all drew the attention of every sister in the room as she settled in the back and knelt down to join in prayer. Amelia could hardly keep her eyes open, drained as she was, but from where she sat, she could see the same exhaustion was not present for the woman who spent hours fucking her senseless. Alice’s face had a cherubic softness that she’d never had before, rosy and well fed. The younger sister’s heart swelled, proud she’d been able to do something good and help Alice out. Caring for another sister’s health was the right thing to do, right? She chanced another glance and caught her eye. Alice winked and licked her lips, making Amelia burn. Would this become a regular occurrence for the two of them? How often would she need to feed? Would it always be this… intense?
“At least pretend to pray, you idiot.” Alice’s voice rang affectionately in Amelia’s mind. Amelia ducked her head, hiding a smile. Maybe monastic life wouldn’t be completely miserable.