From his concealed vantage point in the forest, Romano had been watching the abbey for the past two hours, daydreaming about fucking young priestesses. In his current scenario, a black-haired beauty was tending the flowers in the garden. He crept soundlessly toward her, as a panther stalks its prey. But just as he was about to reach for her, she turned around with a smile on her lips. "I've been waiting for you, Romano." She let her robe slip from her shoulders, revealing a body ripe for sexual harvest. She stepped forward and pressed herself against him, whispering in his ear all of the wicked things she wanted to do with him. Then she lay down in the flower bed, spread her thighs apart, and smiled a lusty smile of invitation.
It wasn't the first time he had conjured this sort of fantasy. For the past several days, he had been dreaming about sex. It had started with pleasant, half-remembered nighttime trysts - nothing unusual. Then the dreams became more and more vivid and visceral, leaving him with feverish urges to masturbate - and not just once. Last night, for example, he could recall at least three different horny awakenings when he frantically rubbed his cock while lurid visions swam through his mind. His throbbing organ had splurted so much cum that the bedsheets were slimy and slippery by the time the sun rose.
He told himself it was just the summer heat, making him more randy than usual. But it was certainly getting worse. At the bank, standing in line behind a blonde warrior in a golden chainmail bikini, he felt a reckless impulse to grope her crotch. Right there, in front of everyone, he wanted finger-fuck her until she was wet and moaning. He wanted to strip off that cumbersome metal and stuff his rigid meat into her proud warrior pussy, pounding it, pounding it until she screamed with helpless orgasm.
She would have pounded him, of course, had he laid a finger on her. But that didn't stop him from dreaming. Whenever he saw a pretty woman, his imagination took hold of him and made him see all the things he could do to her, all the things that he did in his dreams. Sometimes he seduced an innocent, tempting her to abandon all of the virtues, promises, and loyalties she held dear. Sometimes she was willing and eager; sometimes he had to coax her into lust. But in his dreams, he always got his way.
And those dreams always took place here, at Northshire Abbey. It all came back to those lovely young priestesses, whose bodies he had plundered so many times in the past few days (in his imagination). But here, in real life, he had seen nothing unusual, except for the absence of any activity. No one had entered, nor had anyone left. All was quiet, which was what he would have expected.
According to the reports, no one had seen the priestesses of the abbey for the past few weeks, with one exception. Those who tried to visit the abbey found its doors locked, and a young, blonde-haired woman named Kelethia told them that the abbey's residents had succumbed to a mysterious plague. There had been no deaths, and Kelethia said she was confident that the priestesses would soon be able to venture forth again - but for the time being, she recommended that the abbey be placed under quarantine.
The Cathedral seemed to accept this; they knew that Sister Anetta was a sensible abbess, and that she would do whatever she thought best for the girls in her care. SI:7, on the other hand, was a bit more suspicious. They wanted to know what was going on inside those walls, since the abbey supplied clerics who were vital for the survival of the Alliance.
So they had sent Romano to investigate. They had initially wanted to send a female operative who would blend in with the other priestesses, but Romano had insisted on going. He had pointed out that his stealth skills were unsurpassed, making him the best choice for the mission. But what he really wanted was to visit the site of his horny fantasies.
"I'm just here to check things out," Romano told himself. "I'm not going to fuck these girls. I'm just going to make sure they're okay." Romano sighed and leaned back against a tree, waiting impatiently for nightfall, trying to ignore the throbbing organ in his pants.
Another hour passed uneventfully. The sun was setting now, and soft golden light began to appear in many of the windows. "Hmm, guess they're not going to bed early," Romano mused.
A door near the stables opened, spilling light onto the ground. Romano's breath caught in his throat as a young woman with long dark hair emerged. She was completely naked, and her shapely hips swayed as she sauntered slowly across the lawn, cradling something in her arms. It looked like she a small baby, suckling one of her stiff, swollen nipples. "I want to taste the other one," thought Romano, his cock stirring.
Then the woman leaned down and set the 'baby' on the ground, where it cackled madly and hopped off into the woods, its eyes glowing with a wicked demonic light. The woman smiled after it before going back inside.
Romano realized that his jaw had dropped. That was an imp! With her delicious tits, that gorgeous girl had been nursing a tiny demon!
Well, that raised a whole bunch of questions. How had the girl been able to conceal the imp from the other abbey residents? Was everyone else so sick that this girl could do whatever she wanted? Had she - or the imp - somehow incapacitated the other priestesses? What foul deed was the imp going off to commit?
Romano thought about returning to Stormwind immediately, but SI:7 would probably just send him back to investigate further. He had to find out what was going on inside the abbey.
Silent as a shadow, he crept across the lawn to the door where the beautiful blonde had emerged. He listened at the door, but couldn't hear anything. Gingerly clasping the handle, he slowly opened the door a few inches. There was light inside, but neither movement nor sound. He carefully opened the door wider and slipped inside, his senses on full alert.
He had entered a small storeroom, lit by a small oil lamp. There was only one other door; he cracked it open and saw a hallway leading deeper into the abbey.
