She sighed as she reached the door of Sister Superior’s office and knocked lightly.
“Enter,” said Sister Superior. Ioana stepped inside with her head bowed submissively. Agatha looked up from the text she was studying. “Ah, Ioana, I knew you would be sent to me today. You simply cannot help yourself. What have you done?”
Ioana lifted her head and dared to gaze into Agatha’s icy blue eyes. She felt a strange surge of excitement. She realized that she was not completely at the mercy of Sister Superior, who expected her to be meek and take her punishment. She could assert herself, so long as Agatha believed she was still in charge.
“I ignored Sister Bethenea,” said Ioana, boldly taking a step towards Agatha’s desk. “I pretended I did not hear her until she had to send me away to your office.”
“Oh?” Agatha raised an eyebrow. “Even for you, sister, that is surprising. To willfully ignore a lesson is…”
Agatha hesitated as Ioana continued closer. Ioana walked around the Sister Superior’s desk and let her fingers brush against Agatha’s hand.
“I had to see you, Sister Superior,” murmured Ioana.
Agatha turned in her chair to face Ioana. A smile curled her lips and understanding twinkled in her eyes.
“Yes, of course,” said Agatha as she took hold of Ioana’s hand, lifted it to her lips, and softly kissed Ioana’s fingers. “You have more penance due.”
Agatha stared into Ioana’s eyes as the Sister Superior spread her knees apart and gathered up the hem of her habit. She lifted her garments up her pale legs, past her bony knees, and exposed her plump thighs and the furry thatch of her sex. Ioana dropped wordlessly to her knees. She knew what she must do and she did not resent or resist it.
The Sister Superior’s office filled with Ioana’s soft murmurs of lust and the wet lap of her tongue against Agatha’s womanly folds and the fat bud of her clit. Agatha’s long fingers pushed Ioana’s wimple back from her head and Agatha grasped a handful of Ioana’s dark hair. The older nun was forceful, but not cruel, drawing Ioana’s face against her cunt and groaning with satisfaction as Ioana paid her penance with enthusiasm.
Ioana enjoyed it. She even dared to lift her own habit and touch herself.
“Yes, you like this, don’t you?” Chuckled Agatha. “Perhaps you are a swift learner. I might… oooooh… be able to use a girl like you. A good girl, who knows her… ohhh… yes… suck it. Just there… oh, Ioana, harder. Paaaaay your penance.”
It was not long at all before Agatha was stifling cries of ecstasy by sucking on the fingers of Ioana’s free. Iona’s own cries of pleasure as she bucked against her fingers were smothered by the hot, furry wetness of Sister Superior Agatha’s cunt. She drank the plentiful juices that spilled into her mouth. Though exciting, this nectar was nowhere near as satisfying as the forbidden elixir that spurted from Rasoot’s loins.
“A good girl,” pronounced Agatha, lifting Ioana up and kissing her with relish. Their tongues twirled and slithered together in a long, hot kiss that shared the distinct flavor of Sister Superior Agatha’s womanly cunt. Ioana enjoyed the way the older woman grabbed her hair tightly and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss to lean down and suck at Ioana’s slender neck. Agatha moaned, “Tonight, I will see you again. I will visit your room and you may pay me further penance.”
“Yes, of course, Sister Superior,” moaned Ioana.
She left Sister Superior Agatha’s office flushed and still panting slightly. She straightened her wimple on her head and caught Brookwen spying on her from a nearby archway. The bratty nun stuck out her tongue to tease Ioana and hurried off in another direction.
Despite the delay in her schedule caused by the visit to Sister Superior Agatha, Ioana thought she might still be able to make it to the lavatory to meet with Clarya. She went to the cleaning cupboard for wash rags and lye soap and fetched a pail of water from the well in the courtyard. She was on her way to the main lavatory when she passed the door to the so-called “silent library.” In this room, the most holy texts were kept, and sisters were sometimes assigned to meditate for days on certain important passages. It was supposed to be vacant, but Ioana noticed someone moving inside the small, dark room.
“Hello?” She set her bucket down and pushed the door open wider. “Hello, is someone in here?”
A small red figure leaped down from the shelves and startled Ioana so badly that she nearly toppled over backwards. She caught herself on the door frame as Rasoot hovered in front of her face with flapping wings and a dangling, floppy cock.
“Hello, mistress,” he said, a bit too loud and joyful.
“Quiet,” hissed Ioana. “If I’m seen with you I will be in so much trouble it is hard to even imagine.”
“The old one will make you eat her cunt three times a day, eh?” Rasoot tittered. Ioana was appalled by his comment and swatted her hand at him. He flapped out of her reach. “Where you going, mistress? Can I help?”
She was furious at Rasoot for leaving her quarters in the convent. Before she could scold the imp further, she heard someone approaching down the hallway. She leaned back out of the silent library and was certain she could hear footsteps. She ducked back in and shoved her bucket in front of her.
“Hold your breath and get in the bucket,” she hissed at Rasoot. He took a deep breath and plunged into the water. Ioana was fortunate that she had picked one of the larger buckets and had only filled it about halfway. Some water slopped over the edge of the bucket, but not much.
The footsteps turned out to be Sister Poleena, one of the elder sisters who worked in the library. She had a wrinkled, doll-liked face and eyes that seemed gigantic behind her powerful spectacles. She pushed a cart of books into the library and stopped short when she saw Ioana.
“Oh, what are you doing in here, child?” She said.
“Cleaning, sister,” said Ioana, swiping a wet rag over the threshold of the library. “Just finished up now.”
“Very well,” said Poleena. She watched with slight confusion as Ioana hefted the bucket and walked out into the hall.
She barely made it to the lavatory. The bucket of water was bad enough, but with an imp hiding inside? It was almost more than she could carry. She grunted and nearly overturned the bucket as she heaved it into the lavatory and its timeworn tiles. Her gasping breath echoed in the room.
“Ioana? Is that you?” Clarya poked her head up from the privacy walls where the porcelain pots were located.
“Yes! I was just able to slip away from Agatha. Sorry I’m so late.”
“Yeah, right,” said Clarya, stepping out from behind the wall and showing off her grimy apron. “I’ve been at it for more than an hour.” She sighed and tossed her filthy rag into her own bucket. “But you’re here. And now you can tell me about whatever it was you were trying to whisper to me before. Something about magic?”
Before answering her, Ioana made very certain the door to the lavatory was locked. She walked close to Clarya and kept her voice very low.
“A man wandering in the hills traded me a book with a magic spell inside,” explained Ioana. She told Clarya about the kiss from the old man, blacking out, and about the punishment she received from Sister Superior Agatha. She even admitted to enjoying being punished.
“Oh, it is all a bit fun, isn’t it?” Clarya laughed. “She’s given me my share of paddlings. Had me diddle her while she sucked my tits once a few weeks ago.”
“Really?”
“Oh, sure.” Clarya waved her hand like it was meaningless. “It didn’t bother me. Agatha reminds me of my auntie. But what about that magic you got, did it work?”
“Yes, I summoned a—“
Rasoot burst from the bucket and splashed water all over the room. He spluttered and gasped for breath. His wings snapped open and flung more water in every direction. Clarya stared in wide-eyed shock at Rasoot for several seconds.
And then she began to scream.
It was only a moment before Ioana had her hand ov
er Clarya’s mouth to quiet her. The ear-piercing scream echoed in the bathroom.
“Shhhhh,” hissed Ioana. “If I’m caught with him, I’m done here. I’ll be lucky if they don’t hang me as a heretic. Now… are you done screaming?”
“Mmmhmmmm,” said Claraya, her breasts still heaving with excitement and her eyes still wide.
“Alright, I am taking my hand away. Don’t start screaming again.” Ioana slowly removed her hand from Clarya’s mouth. The red-headed nun did not say anything, but continued to stare in wide-eyed terror at Rasoot.
“This is Rasoot,” said Ioana and she walked around to put her hand on the imp’s little head. “He is my ally and servant.”
“This is mistress,” said Rasoot.
“It talks?” Clarya remained astonished. The questions came out of her in a rush. “Is it evil? What is it? Why does it have such a big willy?”
“Yes, he talks, I do not think he is evil, he is an imp, and I believe he has such a big willy… um… why do you?”
Rasoot hopped forward and his cock and bullocks bounced with the movement. “To please mistress, of course. To give her lots of seed and much pleasure.”
“Oh?” Clarya raised an eyebrow. “He’s a pleasure demon?”
“Well, no, I do not think—“
“YES!” Rasoot cried, interrupting Ioana. “I give so much pleasure. Two pretty ladies better than one. I give you such good pleasure Mistress and Mistress friend. What is name?”
“Clarya,” said the nun as she crouched down to inspect Rasoot. She seemed well over her initial fear. “So this works? Oh, it’s been ages since I’ve seen a good cock.”
She ran her fingers over Rasoot’s member and it stiffened up. She giggled with delight and grasped it in her pale hand.
“Sister,” whispered Ioana. “I am not certain we should be doing this.”
“Why would you bring him otherwise?” Asked Clarya. “You know I’ve been gagging for a cock ever since they locked me away in this awful convent.”
Before Ioana could answer her friend, the redheaded nun dropped to her knees and bent low, laughing softly as she stroked Rasoot’s cock against her lips. The imp was plainly enjoying the attention. Clarya moaned lustily and began to suck Rasoot’s red cock. The tiled lavatory echoed with the soft slurping pops of her sucking mouth and Rasoot’s moans of pleasure.
Ioana could hardly believe her friend was behaving like such a whore. She had to remind herself that Clarya was a whore and all that pent up sexual energy was suddenly presented with a hard cock. Clarya popped her lips off Rasoot’s cock to look back over her shoulder at Ioana and gasp a quick, “Thank you!” Her mouth returned immediately to sucking eagerly at the little demon’s glistening tool.
The sight of Clarya servicing Rasoot’s cock was having an intense effect on Ioana as well. The scent of sex seemed to gather in the air, stronger than the lye soap, and Ioana could no longer resist. She dropped to her hands and knees and the freshly-washed tiles and knelt beside Clarya. Ioana’s heart beat wildly and her pussy throbbed with desire. The redheaded nun saw Ioana kneeling beside her and popped her lips free once more.
“Did you want a go at it?” Clarya asked as her hand worked up and down Rasoot’s cock. “Go on, have a taste, Ioana.”
“I think I would like that,” said the formerly chaste princess. But she did not lean down and take Rasoot into her mouth. Instead, Ioana leaned over and kissed her friend on her soft, precum-sweetened lips. Clarya stiffened for a moment in surprise, but it was only a moment of resistance. Her lips parted and her tongue invited Ioana’s in to share the steamy lust of her mouth. They kissed for long seconds with Rasoot’s cock so near to their faces that each time it jerked and flex it almost rubbed against one cheek or the other.
Ioana continued to passionately kiss her friend, savoring Clarya’s lips, her soft moaning, and the slow swirling of Clarya’s tongue. As they held the kiss, Ioana reached out and fumbled for Rasoot’s cock. She found Clarya’s hand, still working the shaft, and Ioana joined her friend. Their hands worked together on the imp’s cock. Their kiss became sloppier. Their tongues tangled outside their mouths and smeared saliva over each other’s chins.
"Mmmmm." Ioana pulled back a few inches from Clarya's luscious lips. A glistening strand of saliva connected them to each other for a moment before it broke. "Perhaps we should share Rasoot between us. We can both enjoy his delicious cum."
"Oh, such a wonderful idea," gasped Clarya, flushed and clearly in full heat.
The two sisters turned their attention to the demon, who seemed to be in a state of bliss at receiving the caress of two beautiful young woman at the same time. He climbed up onto a wash stool to make things easier for them and thrust his cock through their stroking hands. They both bent down to suck at Rasoot's glistening red root. Clarya took it first, bobbing several times and running her tongue over his oily glans before pulling back and pointing the red member at Ioana. The young princess took things a bit slower, savoring the mixed taste of Clarya's mouth and the imp's cock, before taking him deeper and fondling his spit-dripped bollocks.
Ioana began to suck eagerly and as she did she felt a hand creep between her legs. Clarya reached under Ioana's habit and slips and pushed her hand all the way up to Ioana's creamy thighs. Ioana moaned and jerked her hips as Clarya began to massage her steamy quim.
Ioana freed her hand from teasing Rasoot's balls and fumbled her way under Clarya's skirt. Clarya helped her, lifting both slips, which made it easy for Ioana to reach between Clarya's thighs to find her silky thatch of hair and the hot furrow of her cunt. She began to stroke her as she had stroked herself and as she had pleasured Agatha with her fingers. Ioana's fingers pumped into Clarya's steamy cunt and her knuckles brushed against Clarya's swollen bud.
"Ohhh, that's it, sister," moaned Clarya, doing much the same to Ioana with her fingers. "Ohhh, I needed this so much. Ohh... mmmm...."
She seemed almost to fall forward and could not resist the imp's hard cock. Together, the two nuns shared the straining length of demon flesh. They licked it together and sucked it together even as their fingers worked evil deeds between each other's thighs.
Clarya came with a shuddering gasp and could not resist stuffing Rasoot's entire cock in her mouth as she came. The demon yipped with pleasure and thrust into the soft oval of Clarya's mouth. Ioana saw his cock jerk and throb, a particular vein twitching on the underside of his shaft as he pumped his seed into Clarya's eager mouth. Ioana was disappointed that she would not get any of Rasoot's addicting seed, but gratified a moment later when Clarya pulled her mouth from Rasoot's cock and immediately kissed Ioana.
Ioana cried out in surprise as Clarya pushed a thick, sweet, creamy tongueful of imp spunk into her mouth. Their tongues swirled together in the gooey sweetness, passing thick gobs of it back and forth as Ioana began to cum on Clarya's thrusting fingers. Her cries of pleasure were muffled against her friend's lips and she began to swallow the cum in her mouth, adding to the raunchy pleasure of the moment. They kissed and held each other for a long time after. Rasoot flopped back on the stool, panting and watching the two lovely nuns hold each other.
"Oh, every sister in the convent should know," said Clarya. "But we must be careful."
"Yes, it is wonderful," agreed Ioana. "But if sister Agatha finds out we will be punished. We must..."
"I have an idea," said Clarya as a mischievous smile spread across her face. "A plan that might deal with Agatha."
She leaned her lips to Ioana's ears and whispered her plan to the princess. Ioana's eyes widened in shock, but she could not keep from smiling. The plan was insanely audacious, but it just might work. They would give Sister Superior Agatha her fantasy come true.
Ioana and Clarya finished their chores in the lavatory. Rasoot scuttled back to Ioana's wardrobe and the two nuns returned to their lessons for the evening. After that, it was supper, with its solemn prayers and bland food. Ioana and Clarya did not even sit together. Ioana could fee
l Sister Superior Agatha watching her and she glanced up occasionally, daring to look at Agatha and even flutter her lashes at her. Agatha smiled faintly, although her blue eyes seemed as icy as ever.
After the meal, the women were permitted to bathe. Ioana felt excited like never before by the sight of so many of her naked sisters. She glimpsed Clarya with her slender body and surprisingly ample bust climbing into a steaming tub of water. Ioana slipped her own plentiful curves into the warm water, soaking away the sins of lust that still seemed to cling to her sex. She closed her eyes, but no pious thoughts came to her. It was only Clarya's cum-thick kiss and Rasoot's hard cock.
Her mind drifted to fantasies of what was to come later that evening. She slipped her hand between her thighs and stroked her tender folds and the tiny bud of her clit. A smile came across her face.
"Ew! Sister Ioana, that is disgusting!" The voice made Ioana's hand jerk away from her pussy and her eyes shot open. Sister Brookwen stood over the tub, her features twisted in revulsion and a towel clutched to her plump body. "Were you... pleasuring yourself?!"
"N-no, only washing," said Ioana. "I was only washing there."
"No, you weren't," sneered Brookwen. "You were fingering your princess pussy. I know. I saw fingers go inside."
"N-no... it was not... I didn't..." Ioana's face flushed deeply and she sat up in the tub, covering her breasts with her arm.
"Yeah? Why were you staring at her pussy, Sister Brookwen?" Clarya asked the question as she approached Brookwen from behind. The plump sister turned to say something to Clarya and Clarya grabbed Brookwen's towel and yanked it away, exposing Brooken's ample body. "I think you were staring at her quim because you are a pervert, sister! I think you owe Sister Ioana an apology for lusting after her!"
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