Somewhere deep in the countryside, up on the moor stood a tall manor built of dark wood. Around it burned magical green fires that made the shadows of the trees dance in the night. Even if you went looking for it, you wouldn't find it. It was hidden from view by the spells of the coven of witches that dwelled inside. At best, you could maybe hear the faint giggles of the witches as they plotted their next evil schemes.
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"You should have seen the state of the prayer room when I left!" A witch with long black hair said to the laughing crowd of witches around their round table. "They were worshiping alright, but not their God!"
The gathered witches laughed louder still at the story narrated by their peer.
"Why is it so easy to turn these pious, prudish women into mewling lesbian sluts?" Wondered aloud another witch.
"Because their faith doesn't change the fact that they are living beings of flesh and blood. Carnal desires are hard to suppress and easy to awaken. When they are stifled, a simple nudge tends to make them explode." Answered the witch sitting on an ornate wooden chair. She was the Elder of the coven, even if she appeared to be in the prime of her life and absolutely gorgeous.
For decades, this coven had made it its mission to transform convents, abbeys and monasteries into places of debauchery, of unbridled lesbian sex. 'Why?' would be an interesting question, but if you could ask the Elder, she would probably answer 'Why not?'. Sex was a part of life, and she hated to see it repressed.
As the witches continued to describe with all the salacious details their most recent adventures, one of the witches gathered the courage to speak. In contrast to most of the other witches, she was as young as she appeared to be, with merely twenty summers, and was the latest member of the coven. With her shoulder length brown hair, matching eyes, perky tits and wasp's waist she looked more like a cute countryside girl than a witch, but her potential was slowly awakening under the Elder's guidance.
And she was tired of being considered a newbie by the rest of the coven.
"Elder, if I may, there's something I wish to discuss with the coven." She said, clinging to her fragile confidence as best as she could.
All the eyes turned toward the young witch and silence fell in the witches' manor.
"Yes, Evelyn? What is it?" The Elder asked gently.
Evelyn gulped, suddenly aware of all the gazes upon her. "I've been looking for new targets, as you've asked me. And I found an interesting one." She grabbed the staff that was leaning against her chair. Evelyn was still too weak to cast spells without using her staff as a catalyst for her magic. She closed her eyes and focused for a second, and a map appeared, floating above the table.
"It's a convent in the mountains in the north. It's pretty remote, but women are sent from all over the continent to this convent." A bright spot appeared on the illusory map to illustrate her point.
"What is it? A convent for VIPs?" Chuckled one of the witches, but she was swiftly silenced by the Elder's gaze.
"Very good, Evelyn. We should..."
"I want to go." Evelyn stated, interrupting the Elder mid-sentence.
The Elder looked Evelyn in the eyes in silence, and the brunette didn't flinch. She gritted her teeth until the Elder spoke again.
"I won't go against your desire. But I think this is still too early. At least bring someone else with you."
Evelyn shook her head. "How can I prove my worth, if you don't let me fly by myself?"
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Infiltrating convents was usually pretty easy. With a habit and a simple confusion spell, anyone could enter one, and no nuns would bat an eye. But this one was different, Evelyn realized as she carefully observed the impressive building from a safe distance.
Surrounded by tall walls and with Church Soldiers at every entrance, this was far from the holiday resort her fellow witches had imagined. This looked more like a prison to Evelyn, but from her vantage point on a hill near the convent, she could see nuns doing nun things, such as praying in the garden, praying inside, praying on their own, praying in groups...
She decided not to think too hard about why nuns would require such high security, and instead focused on her task at hand. She would wait until the sun set behind the mountains and use the darkness to hide her as she used a flying spell to cross the walls.
And once inside, the plan was once again simple. She would find a nun, make her submit with her lust inducing spell and satisfy the newly awakened lesbian nymphomaniac before moving on to another target, until the whole convent was reduced to a sex addicted mass of writhing bodies.
Evelyn sighed, her gaze fixed on the horizon behind the stone building. She tightened her long cloak around her shoulders as she shivered in the cold air of the late afternoon. She had insisted on being there on her own, and was fully dedicated to making the Elder proud, but now that the moment of truth was at hand, she was starting to wonder if this was actually a good idea. Her grasp on magic was still shaky, if she was honest with herself, and she had a bad feeling about this place.
Evelyn shook her head to clear her thoughts. The sun was starting to hide behind the peaks and the sky was tinted with red. It was way too late to give up now, and even if she could, she wouldn't. This was her chance, and she couldn't let it slip between her fingers.
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