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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Virgin, Clergy, Supernatural

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

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Note: Thanks to my beta reader for proofing this and to ferretfyre from my Discord for pitching the idea!

Sister Marie Constance

The water spilled over me.

I shuddered as I knelt there in a white shift as the water matted my black hair and soaked down into the cloth. I shivered at the chill of it. I had my hands clasped in prayer, gripping my rosary beads as another ladle was scooped up.

“You are washed clean of your pride,” cooed the nun standing before me. Abbess Prudence Esther tilted the ladle again.

The water splashed over my head again. I gasped at the chill, clutching hard to my rosary beads.
“You are washed clean of your lusts,” the nun said next. She spoke with a stern tone. This was a solemn occasion. I was joining the Poor Fellow Sisters of St. Ruth, a small order of nuns.

I trembled, feeling the water washing me clean of lust. I needed to escape it. I was so consumed with desire. Depraved desire for cocks and for women. I had become addicted to porn, and I was only nineteen. It happened so fast.

It all started with being shown a picture of a woman with a dick. A cartoon. What I later would learn was Anime. Japanese. A futanari. She had a cock and a pussy. No balls. She was beautiful and powerful all at the same time. Just massive.

The image had consumed me.

I had masturbated thinking about futanari. I had looked up pictures. I had so many of them. I flunked out of college because I was spending all my time rubbing my pussy raw and searching for more pics and clips of futanari.

The money I was given, I spent on subscriptions to Patreon accounts that made futanari porn. I was kicked out of my dorm. I couldn’t go back home and face them. I was lost. Crying. Then I found a convent. This brick building was surrounded by a wall with flowering vines growing over it.

“Poor Fellow Sisters of St. Ruth, a home for any lost lamb,” was on the front door.

For the last six months, I had lived among the sisters as a novice. I had shed my old name to be given a new one. I had fasted and prayed. I had found peace in the cloistered environment. No internet. No phone. No temptation. It was so beautiful.

The abbess drew up another ladle of water and said, “You are washed clean of your sins and sealed to St. Ruth. You are a Bride of our Lord. Rise, Sister Marie Constance.”

I rose to my feet, the white slip molding to my body. The water soaked through much of the cloth. My hair dripped as the other women clapped. I turned around to face them, their love washing over me. I smiled at them.

Sister Judith Ruth smiled at me. She was the one I was closest to. My new friend. She was a few years older than me who had gone through the novitiate before me. She had such welcoming, hazel eyes. She wore the black habit like the rest, with the white wimple wrapped around her head and framing her face to modestly hide her hair. Over that draped a loose, black veil. A simple rope belted about her waist, her rosary hanging from it.

The other nuns—Sister Rosa Magdalena, Sister Salome Naomi, Sister Deborah Rahab, Sister Sarah Dinah, and Sister Genevieve White—all nodded to me. I turned and faced the abbess lastly.

“You are sealed to us,” she said and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. “St. Ruth is so happy that you have dedicated yourself to service.”

I nodded. We fed the poor with a soup kitchen. We grew vegetables that we sold at local farmers’ markets. We were here to serve, and I was just so excited to be a part of it. I trembled, my clothes wet. The abbess motioned to the right. To my new habit and a towel.

Everyone watched as I stripped naked. We were all women here. We had no secrets. Modesty was for the outside world. I dried my naked body and wet hair. Sister Judith took my slip and then the towel from me.

She smiled at me. I grinned at her, so happy.

I pulled on my panties and bra first. We did wear underwear. My black hair was still damp as I gathered it up and wrapped the wimple around my head. I had practiced how to do this before. Soon, I had my hair covered. I pulled on my black habit and belted it around my waist with the rope that I tied before me. I lastly draped the black veil over my head.

I smiled as the nuns all surrounded me. They led me through the convent and to the backdoor. We crossed through our large garden to the back gate. The abbess pulled out the key. She unlocked it, and we passed through it onto the grounds of Our Lady, Queen of Heaven, the Catholic church that oversaw our convent.

The stone building rose above us. We slipped through the backdoor. I trembled as we headed to the main worship room. The pews were all polished to a gleam by us. Candles burned. The altar was clean. Father Patrick Black stood before it.

“Oh, you have been confirmed, Sister Marie,” he said, smiling at me.

“I have, Father,” I said, trembling before the priest. He was the only man I had interacted with for months.

He was a handsome man. A big and friendly smile. Tall. A square jaw. He had passion to him. I loved his homilies during Mass. He spoke of sin and temptation and the fires of hell. That Christians had to be faithful and pure.

So the fact I had some impure thoughts about him was shameful, but…

He was handsome.

Still, I had been purified of my lusts. I had been sealed as a nun. I nodded to him. This was all so much. I knelt before him as he performed a simple communion. It was my first one as a nun. It felt so special as he handed me the wafer, then held out the wine cup for me to sip from.

I trembled, so happy. I was a nun.

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The rest of the day was a blur.

I was so exhausted when I sank down into my cell. I was able to take off my habit and veil. I pulled on a simple nightgown. My room was not that big. It had a bed and a nightstand with a lamp on it. I had a small bookshelf that had my collection of books from my bible to various texts on Catholic doctrines and theology.

I had read them all. Many a night, I would fall asleep reading a book I borrowed from the convent’s library. I loved reading what the doctors of the church had penned about our religion. I was working through Augustine’s City of God right now, but I was too tired to read through it tonight.

After brushing out my hair, I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The futanari appeared in my dreams in a spotlight of light. She stood before me, her red hair glossy and fiery. The light played through her tresses like flames. It made me sway there as she stood, her breasts large they way futanari should be.

Not like myself. I had small breasts. A-Cups. My hips slender. Maybe it was the way futanari were both so boldly feminine as well as having massive futa-dicks. That contrast of curvy hips and bountiful breasts mixed with a throbbing clit-cock had aroused me.

This futa had all of that. Her tits were massive. The sort of huge and perky ones that only seemed to exist in anime. She advanced on me, her pussy shaved. Her pussy lips were perfectly formed and dripping with excitement.

Her clit pulsed.

Throbbed.

Sprouted.

I groaned as I sat on my bed and watched her futa-dick swelling. I knew this was a dream. That futanari weren’t real. It had been months since I had dreamed of a dickgirl, and yet here was a redhead swaying toward me, her green eyes burning as her girl-cock swelled to enormous size.

“No, no, no,” I gasped and knelt on my bed. I lowered my head and closed my eyes to pray. “Hail Mary, full of grace, blessed are you among women, and blessed is—”

“Mmm, Queen of Heaven,” cooed the futanari. She approached me. “That’s such a face to give her that title. You Christians. So uptight. Mmm, but not you. Not really. You’re in love with what I have. You desire the forbidden blend of male and female.

“The hermaphrodite sings to your soul, little nun.”

I froze.

“Or do you prefer, futanari?” she asked. It sounded like she stood right over me.

I opened my eyes, and there it was. Her futa-cock. It twitched right beneath my face. The tip dripped with precum. A pale shaft ending at a spongy, pink crown that pulsed with her heartbeat. A salty aroma mixed with a spicy musk, both filling up my nostrils.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping my rosaries. I had to pray. What were the words to the prayer?

They had vanished from my mind, replaced with all the depraved images that had been burned into my mind by all the futa-porn I consumed. My brain rotted by pictures of big-dick and busty women fucking squealing sluts. Schoolgirls. MILFs. Nurses. Teachers. Demons. Angels.

Nuns.

All of them with big, throbbing futa-dicks. All of them fucking and sucking and cumming. So much jizz. Thick and white futa-splooge coating everything. Drenching women in futa-seed. The dickgirls unleashed their passion across the doujin pages and the still images on X and the depths of Reddit.

Creating my own futas using AIs that never came out quite right, but made me shudder in delight. Now I could smell the salty precum. The spicy pussy. The futa purred above my head. I opened my eyes again.

The cock was still there.

“You know you want to open wide and suckle from me,” cooed the futanari. “It’s okay. You lust for me. You desire to worship the true Queen of heaven.” She paused, those words echoing in my mind. “Me. Mmm, that’s who you want. You crave to have the true Queen of Heaven’s blessing.”

I whimpered, shaking my head from side to side.

“Liar,” cooed the futanari, my eyes locked on her throbbing futa-dick. Precum dripped from the tip. “If you didn’t want to worship me, you’d keep chanting that sad, little prayer.”

My breathing quickened. I needed my rosary beads. I tried to pry my hands apart, but they were clasped so tightly. I knew, in that moment, if I released my grip, I would be sucking on the tip of the futanari’s big dick. I wanted to.

It was just a dream.

“Mmm, that’s right,” purred the futanari. “It’s just a dream. Harmless.” She laughed. “Just open yourself up and let me in.”

I quivered and licked my lips. She was right there. I had always wanted to suckle on a dick. I was a virgin. Despite all my masturbating, and all the porn I had consumed, I never had sex with a guy. Or a girl. I preferred guys. I liked men, but…

Give a woman a cock, and suddenly she was irresistible to me.

“That’s it,” cooed the futanari. “Just give in. You know you want to. It’s okay. No one will now. It’s a dream. It’ll be our little secret.”

Our little secret… Just a dream… My pussy burned so hotly. My cunt ached. I wanted to rub my snatch. Just finger my cunt until I explode. She was so correct. It would just be our little secret. That burning sensation swelled in me.

I wanted to open wide. I craved to engulf that wonderful girl-dick.

“Be a good little nun and open wide,” cooed the futanari. Her fingers stroked through my hair. “You’re so cute. You’ll look even cuter squealing on my futa-dick.”

I trembled and…

Opened my mouth.

I kissed the tip of her futa-dick, my hands still clasped tightly in prayer. The salty flavor of the precum soaked over my taste buds. I flicked out my tongue. I groaned at her taste. This salty delight filled my mouth.

My lips slid over her crown. I couldn’t stop myself. I worked my lips over and over her girl-dick. I sealed about her shaft. She purred in delight as I suckled on her. She nodded to me, her green eyes sparkling. Something spread behind her. Something black. Shadowy.

Wings.

I groaned and kept sucking on the futa-demon’s girl-dick. I swirled my tongue around her crown. I suckled on her with such hunger. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her clit-dick. It was so much fun to do this.

My cheeks hollowed with the passion. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Drool ran down my chin. This was all a dream. A dream. There was nothing about this that was real. I just kept suckling on her futa-rod.

“Oh, my, yes,” cooed the futanari. “Mmm, isn’t that nice. Aren’t you just a delicious thing?”

I nodded, staring up at her. I suckled on her with all that I had. My tongue danced around her clit-rod. I suckled on her with passion. I worked my mouth up and down her futa-dick. It was a beautiful thing. She smiled at me, her green eyes sparkling.

Her demon wings flapped. She shuddered. Moaned. I pleasured her with my mouth. My cunt clenched. I wanted to rub myself, but my hands were still clasped tightly. I whimpered around her clit-rod. I suckled so hard. I wanted her futa-cum.

Her dickgirl-seed.

“Oh, my little nun,” she cooed. “Ooh, ooh, that’s so wonderful. Yes, yes, keep sucking! Oh, I will take you to heaven. To the true paradise of pleasure.”

Drool spilled down my chin as I suckled on her with all my might. I nursed with such conviction. I wanted her girl-cum spurting into my mouth. I craved that delight. It was such a wonderful thing to blow her like this.

She smiled at me. Her eyes sparkled with this intensity. It was just beautiful to blow her. I worked my mouth up and down her girl-rod. I suckled with such wonderful hunger. It was such a beautiful moment. I was so happy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, my little nun! That’s it! Yes!”

She erupted.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth. I gripped my hands tightly, my pussy burning. I wanted to masturbate. I gulped down her cum. I swallowed blast after blast of that salty load. It was such a wonderful delight.

The futa-jizz poured down my throat and warmed my belly. I loved that sensation. It was such a wonderful thing. I groaned, savoring every last spurt of her futa-cum pumping into my mouth. The futa-demon squealed, her wings flapping as she fed me her salty load.

“Oh, my little nun,” she groaned, swaying there. “Yes, yes, that’s just such a delicious tart. Ooh, drink it all down!”

I did. Every drop.

I swallowed all the cum. She fired a last blast into my mouth that I savored. I let it pool over my tongue as she pulled her clit-rod out of my mouth. She smiled at me, such wanton joy in her eyes. She was glad that I had been a whore.

“Yes, yes, you are perfect for my needs, little nun,” she cooed. “Mmm, yes, yes, you are primed. Sweet dreams.”

I woke up.

I swallowed and panted, my mouth tasting salty. I was in my bed, my nightgown clinging to my drenched body. I stared down at the fabric molded to my little breasts. It was just a dream. That was all. You couldn’t sin in a dream.

Right?

I started praying feverishly, running through my rosary again and again and again.

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The next morning, I rose for morning prayers with my eyes feeling sandy. I couldn’t get that salty aftertaste from my mouth. It had to be just in my head. It was a dream. It wasn’t like I actually blew a futa-demon.

After prayers, we had breakfast. I sat beside Sister Judith Ruth. She smiled at me, her face round when framed by her wimple. We were eating a simple breakfast of porridge with fresh strawberries from our own garden.

“You look exhausted, Sister Marie,” she said in a low voice. We were allowed to talk, but not loudly.

“Bad dreams,” I muttered.

“Oh, that sucks,” she said. “Like, seriously. I hate it. Not surprising. The devil’s going to attack you hard now that you’ve been sealed. That’s just how he is.”

“Right, right,” I said and hesitated. “You can’t sin in a dream, right?”

“Oh, did you have one of those?” she asked, arching an eyebrow, her cheeks going red. “I mean, that happens. It’s not like you can control your dreams. You didn’t… you know, when you woke up.”

“No!” I gasped, drawing a look from the abbess down the table. She was a stern and matronly woman. “Of course not. I haven’t done that since coming here.”

Everyone in the convent knew that I had a porn addiction. It was refreshing to learn that others had their own problems. The abbess was a former drug addict and prostitute. She had lived on the street after running away from home. Now she was a model of being a nun.

I was glad to know that you couldn’t sin in a dream.

Our breakfast over, we washed our dishes and went about our morning duties. I was weeding. I changed out of my black habit into work clothes. They were denim overalls and an old shirt. I couldn’t leave the convent like this, of course, but it just wasn’t practical.

I worked until lunch, when I washed up and changed. We had simple sandwiches today. It was Friday, so they were tuna. We’d also have fish and rice for our dinner. As I was cleaning up, Sister Judith came up to me.

“You have a visitor,” she said.

I blinked. “A visitor?”

“You’re allowed them now that you’re a full sister,” she said.

“Oh, right,” I said. “Who is it?”

“Your mother,” she said. “She’s in the parlor.”

I headed to the parlor, nervous to see my mother. I rubbed my hands together. I had made such a mess of college. I had written to her once I was settled here to let her know what happened to me, but I felt so guilty for failing her. She believed in me.

I opened the parlor and found her sitting on a couch. She looked around the room. It was sparse. A few couches and chairs that were not the most comfortable. They were antiques, the cushions stuffed with horse hair. The only decorations were crucifixes and icons of St. Ruth and the Virgin Mary.

“Mom,” I said slowly as I entered the room.

“Courtney,” she said, using my old name. “You’re… you’re really a nun.”

I blushed and said, “It’s Sister Marie Constance. That’s the name I took when I joined the holy order.”

“Oh, right,” she said, squirming there. She wore jeans and a sweater, her black hair spilling around her shoulders. “I just… I’ve been so worried about you.”

“You don’t have to be, Mom,” I said. “I’m happy here.”

“As a nun,” she said again, still so shocked. I mean, she was Presbyterian. They sort of thought of Catholics as heretics and the pope as the Antichrist. “I just… A nun.”

“I was lost, and here I was found, Mom,” I said and moved closer to her. “This is where you belong.”

She hugged me. I closed my eyes and savored her maternal embrace. I had been so close to my mom before all this insanity. I trembled in her arms, the emotions building and building in me. I wanted to burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry that I messed up college.”

“That’s fine,” she said. “It is. If this is what you want. If you’re… happy here.”

“I am,” I said, tears stinging my eyes. “I found where I belonged, but… That doesn’t mean we can’t visit. I’m a full sister now. I can even leave the convent with permission to visit family.”

Mom laughed. “Permission… That’s so unlike you. You used to just do what you want.”

“Doing what I want is what ruined my life,” I said, pushing back from her. “This is what I need, Mom.”

“Okay, okay,” she said and wiped at her cheeks. “It’s just so wonderful to see you. I was so worried when you vanished, and when your letter arrived… I was confused, but…”

I smiled, and we sat down. Sister Judith was so nice to bring out tea for us to share. I sipped it with Mom as we chatted. I told her what it was like here. How fulfilling it was. Mom nodded and caught me up with things that had happened while I was gone.

It was a wonderful afternoon.

Before Mom left, she said my sister might stop by, too. It would be nice to see Brenda.

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I knew it was a dream.

The rest of my day, after meeting with my mother, had been wonderful. Dinner, evening prayers, and off to bed. I was exhausted, and I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillows. I fell into darkness and felt at peace.

Then she appeared.

The futa-demon.

I stood naked before her as she grinned, light shining down on her. She already had her big futa-dick thrusting out before her. She advanced on me as I glared at her. She had black wings that folded behind her. She licked her lips.

“Get thee behind me, Satan,” I gasped.

“I’m not Satan,” she said. “And quoting scripture isn’t going to make me burst into flames or anything. I’m Lily, Sister Marie.”

“I don’t want to dream about this,” I said.

“Of course you do,” she said. “That’s why I’m back. You want to dream about this so much. You’re burning for it. You crave to have me sliding into your bed and fucking you. Mmm, your pussy is so wet. I can smell you.”

I shuddered, realizing she was correct. My cunt was on fire. Juices ran down my thighs, soaking through my thick, black bush. My small, pink nipples thrust out hard from atop my little mounds. I wanted to flee from her.

“You have no power over me,” I said. “The power of—”

She kissed me.

I groaned as her tongue thrust into my mouth. I trembled as she made out with me. Dizziness washed around me as I kissed her. She groaned, her hands sliding down to grip my rump. She kneaded my butt-cheeks as her futa-cock throbbed against my stomach.

She was so big So thick.

Her soft breasts rubbed into mine, her nipples bigger. I couldn’t help but kiss her. I was so turned on, and she was so feminine. So wonderfully womanly, yet she had that massive cock. That clit-dick my pussy burned to enjoy.

Lily broke the kiss and purred, “So sure I don’t have power over you, little nun.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Let’s test that,” she cooed and dropped to her knees.

She buried her face into my cunt. I gasped as she licked at my virginal twat. She stroked her tongue through my folds. My head threw back at how she feasted on me. It felt so good to have her licking me like that.

I groaned, enjoying this moment so much. She stroked through my hot petals. I had never had anyone feast on me like this. The stimulation was better than when I used to masturbate. Her tongue brushed my clit. She feasted on my virginal pussy with passion.

Her wings spread wide. She also had a devil-like tail that swished behind her. She tongued my virgin pussy, brushing my hymen. The pleasure washed through me. I had never felt anything like this. I swayed there.

“This can’t be happening,” I whimpered. “Oh, oh, this cannot be true.”

“Mmm, you’re going to love it,” cooed Lily.

“No, no, no!” I shook my head violently.

The futa-demon licked at my clit.

I gasped as the pleasure burst from my little nub. I knew how good it felt to touch that. I would rub it all the time before. Now she tongued it. Her silky strokes felt so much better than my fingers. I shuddered, swaying there.

I felt like I would fall over, but her hands gripped my rump. She squeezed my butt-cheeks, keeping my pussy pressed against her lips. My bush rasped against her mouth and cheeks. She moaned, her tongue fluttering against my clit. The tip of her tongue drummed against my love button.

I whimpered, the pleasure building and building in me. She did such naughty things to me. There was no stopping this. I rose toward my climax. I trembled, my head tossing back and forth. It felt so good to have her feasting on me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “That’s… You… I mean, no, no, I can’t!”

“You are going to cum so hard!” she cooed and suckled on my clit.

I threw back my head and squealed as the rapture burst through me.

I bucked, my small titties quivering as the rapture swept through me. I groaned at that naughty heat. It swept through me. It was so intense. I loved this moment. It felt so good washing through me. I tossed my head back and forth, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned. “You’re… That’s… I love it!”

I couldn’t help myself as my orgasm swept through me. It was just so wonderful. Her fingers dug into my rump. She lapped at my virgin pussy as the heat washed through me. My boobs jiggled in delight as I drowned her.

The futa-demon licked at me. She stroked her tongue through my folds. It was a wonderful moment. I trembled through such rapture. The sinful bliss smothered my thoughts for one more glorious second.

Then I panted.

She released my butt-cheeks as my orgasm died. I stumbled back and fell onto my bed. I lay there, panting. The room spun around me. She made me feel amazing. My virgin body burned with such heat. I licked my lips, staring up at the ceiling.

It was a starry sky that stretched out above us. I quivered as the futa-demon started prying my thighs apart. She wanted to fuck my cunt. I ached to let her. I wanted to surrender to her, to let her fuck me.

It was only a dream. I couldn’t sin in a dream. I could have my fantasy fulfilled.

“That’s right,” cooed the futa-demon. “Just part your thighs and let me in.”

“No!” I gasped and rolled over onto my belly. “You can’t! I have to remain a virgin. I’m a nun.”

“Mmm, true,” she said and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “You are a little nun. Such a sexy thing.” My legs fell off it. I was bent over my bed now, my knees on the floor. The starry blackness surrounded us. “So, why not do what Catholic girls have done through the ages: anal!”

I gasped at her words as she pressed her futa-dick between my butt-cheeks. She found my backdoor. I shuddered as she drilled against me there. I shot her a look over my shoulder. She grinned at me and drilled against my asshole.

I groaned as she pressed her futa-dick against my anal sheath. It was such a rush to have her drilling against me like that. I squirmed there, loving the way she pushed and pushed on my asshole. I whimpered as my asshole stretched and stretched to take her futa-dick.

“I… I…” I whimpered. “You’re… That’s…”

“Just what you need,” she purred as my anal ring stretched and stretched even more. “You just want to take my clit-rod. You need it!”

She thrust hard.

I gasped as my asshole popped open with a flash of burning heat. Her futa-dick penetrated into my bowels. I trembled on my bed as she penetrated into my anal depths. Her girl-cock sank deeper and deeper into me.

I could not believe how great it felt. She penetrated into my asshole. She went deeper and deeper into me. I squirmed there, moaning out in delight as she buggered me. She filled me up with her mighty girl-dick.

It was a wonderful thing to have her futa-cock sliding into my bowels. I whimpered, my asshole gripping her thick shaft. I squirmed there, my nipples rubbing into my bedding as I moaned, the futa-demon sinking into my bowels.

“Isn’t that wonderful?” she cooed.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, oh, you’re buggering me!”

“I am,” she purred as she bottomed out in my asshole.

Her pussy lips rubbed against my butt-cheeks. She was a woman with a cock. I heard her big boobs slapping together while her wings flapped. I glanced back at her. Red hair framed her lusty face, her green eyes glowing with her nefarious hunger.

She wanted to ravish my body.

To fuck me so hard.

“Pound me!” I squealed, so willing to let her know.

“Mmm, that’s right, my little nun,” cooed the futa-demon as she drew back her clit-dick. “You’re going to get fucked so hard! I will pound you into heaven.”

I shuddered as she thrust away at me. It was incredible feeling her ass-fuck me. She buried into my bowels with such force. Her pussy lips slapped into my butt-cheeks as I squirmed there on my bed. My pussy dripped with juices, soaking through my bush.

I groaned, savoring that wonderful girl-dick fucking into my bowels. She pounded me with so much vigor. I loved her burying into me with all that she had. It was just so wonderful to have that big clit-dick buggering me.

“Mmm, that’s it, my little nun,” she purred. “You’re going to love it when I pop your cherry!”

“Yes!” I squealed, out of control. I had surrendered to the sin.

She fucked her futa-dick in and out of my asshole. She buried into me with such force. It was just an incredible rush. I loved every second of that mighty girl-rod pounding me. She was so big and thick. She stretched out my asshole.

I didn’t even know it was possible to experience something like this. It was just an incredible rush to have that thick shaft pounding into my bowels. My velvety flesh clung to her, massaging her with everything that I had.

It was just so good to have her burying into my asshole. The heat soaked into my pussy. I felt it happening. I rose and rose toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of cum. I would just explode on her.

I whimpered with those hard thrusts.

Those powerful plunges.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she cooed. “Take it! Take my futa-dick, little nun!”

“I am, futa-demon!” I moaned.

“I’m a futa-succubus,” Lily purred.

“Same thing,” I moaned, hurtling toward my climax. “Please, please, don’t stop! I want to cum!”
“Little nun!” she groaned.

She hammered me so fast and hard. The heat melted down to my cunt. My snatch drank in that wonderful delight. I rose and rose toward my climax. I drank in the friction. I loved every thrust of her futa-cock into my anal sheath.

I squirmed there as she pounded my bowels. Her pussy lips slapped into my butt-cheeks. I loved that sensation. My anal sheath clamped down on her. She moaned, her wings flapping as if they were propelling her forward harder into my asshole.

“Oh, oh, yes!” I moaned as the futa-demon fucked my asshole. “Yes!”

I climaxed in sinful rapture.

My pussy spasmed, the bliss sweeping through me. It was so incredible. Stars flashed across my vision. It was an incredible rush. I loved every second of it. My asshole milked her cock. She groaned, pumping away at me.

“My little nun!” howled the futa-demon.

She erupted.

Her hot cum jetted into my bowels. She flooded me with her spunk. I loved that sensation. My bowels milked her girl-dick. I groaned, savoring the way she dumped more and more of her girl-spunk into my asshole.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned.

She erupted again and again. I loved the warmth of her futa-jizz jetting into my bowels. It was an incredible rush. I shuddered through every last second of this bliss. My mind drowned in rapture as she filled me up with her futa-cum.

“Mmm, yes, yes, tomorrow night, you will give me that cherry and complete our pact,” cooed Lily.

“Yes!” I moaned without thought, my orgasm peaking in me.

She fired a last blast of cum into my asshole when I jolted awake. I trembled in my bed, my body curled into a ball. I panted and realized my fingers were in my asshole. I had masturbated in my sleep. I trembled and ripped out the digits.

I bolted from the bed and darted out of my cell to the communal bathroom. I turned on the faucet and washed my digits. I soaked my fingers in them, panting. My heart thundered in my chest. What was that dream?

What had I promised her?

“Constance?” a voice asked.

I turned to see Sister Judith in the doorway. She wore only her nightgown, too, her brown hair falling loose about her face. I felt so guilty as I finished washing my hands. I turned off the faucet and dried them.

“Just had to use the bathroom,” I lied.

“I thought I heard moaning in your room,” she said.

“Another nightmare,” I said. “That’s all.”

“Oh, good,” she said, moving toward me. “Because… Um… You smell like…”

My cheeks burned as I said, “I wasn’t! Believe me! I wasn’t! It was just that stupid demon. She was everything I used to fantasize about.”

“One of those fu… funatari?”

“Futanari,” I corrected her. “Yes. It’s sick. I hadn’t dreamed of that for so long, and now it’s back, worse than ever.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Sister Judith hugged me and pulled me to her. She stroked her hands up and down my back. I closed my eyes and let her rock me. I felt at peace in her arms. I knew that things would be okay as long as she held me. “I’m here. We’ll get you through these dreams.”

“Thank you,” I said, feeling so comforted by her presence. I rested my head on her shoulder when I became aware of the press of her round breasts against my small titties, separated only by our thin nightgowns.

Lord, what was wrong with me? My brain was so fried by porn. This was a friendly hug, not something else. I hated how my thoughts felt poisoned by all the images I had consumed. And now the dream and the promise I made.

Would I dream of Lily again?

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I dreamed of Lily again.

Saturday had been a busy day. We ran our soup kitchen on Saturday, so we drove to the fellowship hall to spend the afternoon cooking the food for them. It wasn’t actually soup we served. We made lasagna with salad and bread. We had various sodas for drinks along with bottles of water.

I spent the evening carrying food back and forth. Keep the hundreds of mostly homeless men fed. They were all in good cheer. They didn’t object to the prayer. They were grateful. If we found anyone was fighting, we’d have to bar them for the night.

We had to keep people safe.

Father Black was there along with volunteers from the church. It went so smoothly. The men were able to get seconds once we had made sure that everyone had firsts. There was even dessert, chocolate brownies that Sister Deborah had made.

It was such a fulfilling night, but as it neared its end, I was afraid of what would happen when I went to bed. I didn’t want to sleep. I vowed to stay up all night, even if it meant missing Sunday Morning mass.

No, I couldn’t miss that.

We cleaned up, which kept us busy late into the night. We left that kitchen spotless. Since we were a holy order, everything we did was for the Lord, so we had to make sure we did it perfectly. No slacking at all.

It made the work easy. I enjoyed the service.

We drove back to the convent in our van. It was a short ride. We were all yawning as we headed inside. I stretched my back. The abbess glanced at me and smiled. I smiled back at her, not wanting to worry her.

“I’m glad you’re taking to being a nun,” she told me.

“Thank you, Abbess,” I said.

Sister Judith fell in beside me as we headed to our cells. Ours were side by side. We reached my door, and she took my hands. They were so warm and loving. She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’m just next door,” she said. “If you’re feeling that temptation, do not hesitate to wake me up.”

“I won’t,” I promised her.

She smiled and headed inside her cell.

I opened the door to mine and closed it behind me. My heart pounded in my chest. I looked around, so nervous. I stripped out of my habit and put on my nightgown. I combed out my black hair before kneeling on my bed.

I bent over, and I prayed.

I prayed so hard for the futa-demon to stay away.

To God and Jesus and to the Virgin Mother.

I prayed to them all so hard, trying not to fall asleep. I grew more and more tired. I fought to keep my eyes open, to focus on my prayers. I squeezed down so hard on my rosary that I felt the beads biting into my palms. The discomfort worked.

For a while.

Yet, I fell asleep.

I really didn’t remember it. I just realized that I was surrounded by the starry sky. I was lying on my back. I was naked and so wet. I ached. I was flushed with lust. Lily stood at the foot of my bed, her demonic wings wrapped around her body

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“My little nun,” she cooed.

I whimpered.

“What was that?” she asked, her wings spreading wide. She pressed my legs apart. “I didn’t hear you.”

My heart hammered in my chest.

“I… I…” My breathing grew hoarse, my words choked on my lips.

She crawled between my spread-open legs. I felt so vulnerable. Her futa-dick and big boobs swayed as she moved over me. She lowered herself down on me. I trembled as she pressed her soft tits into my little mounds. The warmth of her body pressed on me.

She kissed me.

I groaned, my lips melting to hers. She quivered, her futa-cock nuzzling through my curls to the virgin lips of my pussy. She nuzzled against my vulva. This was it. I was about to lose my virginity to a futa-demon in my dream.

I couldn’t stop this.

I didn’t want to stop this.

I craved this.

She pushed against my hymen with their mighty cock. The demon-dick stretched and stretched my maidenhead. I groaned into her lips, our boobs rubbing together. Our nipples brushed. Lightning shot down to my cunt.

My hymen tore.

She popped my cherry.

I squealed into her lips at the flash of pain followed by the burning pleasure. Her girl-dick slid deeper and deeper into my pussy. It felt even better than in my asshole the previous night. I clung to the futa-demon as she bottomed out with me.

Lily broke the kiss and whispered, “You are mine, little nun.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my cunt clamping down on her futa-dick.

She pumped away at my cunt. It was such an amazing moment. My eyes rolled back into my head as the wonderful sensation that washed through me. This incredible pleasure created by the silky friction. My pussy was created to experience this.

The futa-demon’s cock pistoned in and out of my juicy snatch. My cunt clamped down on her, increasing the pleasure. I trembled beneath her as she pumped away at me. Her green eyes glowed with her passion.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned.

“Mmm, I know,” she purred as she thrust in and out of me. “You’re going to cum so hard, my little nun!”

“I will!” I squealed, reveling in that huge girl-cock burying into me.

A dickgirl-demon was fucking me. A futa pounded my snatch. I didn’t care that this was a dream. It felt so incredible. I groaned at the wonderful sensation. The friction built and built in me. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to cumming.

Her every thrust felt so good in me. I clamped down my cunt, trembling as I approached that wonderful moment when I would plunge into rapture. I craved it as the demon’s futa-cock brought me closer and closer to bursting.

“Mmm, you’re going to cum so hard, aren’t you, my little nun?” she asked.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, oh, please, make me cum so hard!”

She grinned at me and nodded, fucking me so hard. She buried into my pussy deep and hard. I knew I would explode so hard. This was the most amazing dream. I shuddered at the heat of that futa-dick pumping away at my snatch.

My pussy clamped down on her, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. She buried into my snatch, her nipples brushing mine again. I gasped at those sparks sizzling down to my cunt. I was so close to exploding.

“Yes!” I squealed as our nipples brushed again. “I love this!”

I came.

My pussy writhed around that wonderful futa-dick. I trembled beneath the dickgirl-demon. She plowed into me, moaning loudly. Her green eyes closed as she felt my deflowered snatch spasming around her mighty girl-dick. My mind drowned in the ecstasy.

“Oh, yes, my little nun,” she moaned. “Our contract is formed! Our covenant is made!”

Her hot cum spurted into my pussy.

“Yes!” I squealed.

I milked her spurting futa-dick. I savored all that cum spurting into my cunt. I trembled beneath her as she dumped her load into my twat. She filled me up with her glorious girl-spunk. I clung to her, my boobs rubbing against her tits.

She pumped more and more of her cum into my snatch. I trembled in delight, so happy to have all that jizz in me. My toes curled as I clung to her. The futa-demon kissed me, filling my pussy up with her girl-spunk.

I groaned into her lips as she flooded me with the last of it. It was—

I bolted up, panting, my fingers buried in my juicy cunt. I shuddered there, still kneeling in prayer, only I was naked now. My body flushed. I felt something pulsing against my palm. I sat up and pulled my digits out of my cunt and stared at…

My clit sprouting into a dick.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Sister Marie, is everything okay?” Judith asked outside as a futa-cock grew from my pussy.

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