Vera: Wrong move
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One of her hands gently starts to caress you breast. Not used to this kind of intimacy, it disturbs you a bit but considering what she's been through you gently curl her hair. | One of her hands gently starts to caress you breast. Not used to this kind of intimacy, it disturbs you a bit but considering what she's been through you gently curl her hair. | ||
| - | Her other hand falls on your shameful place. Through the fabric of your night dress, she quickly | + | Her other hand falls on your shameful place. Through the fabric of your night dress, she quickly slides a finger into your asshole. Shocked, you try to move away. |
“Lenora, don’t, it’s forbidden, it’s a sin”. | “Lenora, don’t, it’s forbidden, it’s a sin”. | ||
Current revision as of 09:32, 11 June 2011
You crawl to the door hoping for the best.
The door opens and a shadow slips into the room. Lenora is still covered in blood but she looks a lot better than earlier, although she looks really pale. She falls into your arms, crying.
Her poor body has been defiled by a rapist, the sweet girl is frozen, you try to bring warmth to her.
One of her hands gently starts to caress you breast. Not used to this kind of intimacy, it disturbs you a bit but considering what she's been through you gently curl her hair.
Her other hand falls on your shameful place. Through the fabric of your night dress, she quickly slides a finger into your asshole. Shocked, you try to move away.
“Lenora, don’t, it’s forbidden, it’s a sin”.
You push her away. She grins revealing two long fangs falling from her upper jaw.
“Not to me, not anymore.”
Grabbing your ankles she pulls you on your back. Lifting your robe and spreading your legs she reveals your intimate parts.
“I knew it; you’re on your period.” Her fangs rush down on your panties and she bites you.
Pain first and then pleasure. You’ve never felt anything like that. So many years of restraint are released in the next minutes as waves of orgasm submerge you one after the other. You scream, cry and pant. You can feel your tights submerged in liquid. Both your blood drawn from the bite and your pussy is pouring abundantly on the ground.
In the back you start hearing noises: screams of pain, fear and pleasure, crying, moans, and laughs, all of them coming from behind the closed door. Between orgasm you shiver: the end is here, Jesus is about to return but first you’ll have to face the Apocalypse.
Each wave of pleasure is taking you from your God, you can feel it.
“Why? My Lord Why have you abandoned me?” You ask to yourself as you fade away
Someone is pouring some delicious liquid in your mouth. You drink avidly.
When you come to your senses reborn as a child of the night you realize that Apocalypse hasn’t passed and that you’ll have lots of years to take back what the Church took from you.
You hiss as you join all your new brethren in the orgy that is taking place in the teacher’s dormitories.
