Part the first - In which temptation breaks a seal.
Sister Shelley crept slowly into the room. It was her responsibility to feed their captive, as it had been for the lowest lay sister for centuries. But, like all before her, she feared her duty. Coming so close to evil... So close to an embodiment of
sin
... She shivered, and gripped her rosary tightly, marshalling her thoughts.
Grimacing, she stepped into the chamber. Runes circled the figure within, glowing with a gentle blue radiance that, even now, calmed the spirit. She could reach within, but couldn't be touched. But the occupant could still speak, and she could still... Was still... Naked, her genitalia on proud display, always hard, the other always lightly glistening. Her crimson breasts gently heaved, and the callous smile, framed by curled, black hair and ram's horns, made it clear that this was all
quite
deliberate. Even her voice, when she spoke, was a poisoned sweetness.
And today was one of the days she spoke.
"Oh,
good
sister... Has it been all of a week since last we saw each other?" The succubus licked her lips "I always...
look forward
to your visits." Sister Shelley flushed scarlet, but didn't speak. It was usually better that way. Timidly, she placed the bowl, its contents still fresh, still sticky, within the circle. It was a necessary evil, this. A lesser sin to fend off a greater. But her hands still felt soiled, and she grasped her rosary once again.
The succubus, meanwhile, sat, her legs crossed, but spread enough that she was still on display, and reached for her bowl. She lifted it, and inhaled, her mouth open in a smile of pleasure as she did so. And then she looked, slyly, at Sister Shelley.
"Mmmm... I enjoy it much more when it's fresh. I bet your hands are still a little sticky, even after washing them. Ohhh, I'd enjoy licking it from those dainty hands... And elsewhere..." She chuckled, to Sister Shelley's further embarassment. "But still... Needs must when the she-devil drives, eh?" And she tilted the bowl, and supped, deep and loudly. Thick drops dripped from her lips, lightly spattering the tops of her breasts and sliding between them. Normally, she would lick it off, another deliberate temptation, but this time... She merely cupped one, and smiled.
Sister Shelley knew that she couldn't take the bowl while the succubus still had it, and this was, without fail, the hardest part on her poor soul. Because this she-devil relished her power, and, even with the threat of no further feeding if she didn't, she leveraged her small amount of power as much as she could.
Placing the bowl beside her, she looked down at her breasts, contemplatively playing with one, then the other, and looked back at Sister Shelley. Calculating, but never cold. She
wished
she was cold.
"Even here, I can see your thoughts, Sister. See your little sins, to fend off the greater..." The sister flinched, but the succubus continued. "...You always work so
hard
to milk those peasant boys. So hard... And with good rhythm, I might add." If the good Sister could shrink into nothingness, she would. This was a new tack, and she was always afraid of a new assault on her virtue. But the succubus seemed in the mood to play. "Why... You give that one who actually
bathes
regularly some
special
treatment, a reward for following the Good Book's saying... What was it? Oh... Yes.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness
. By the way, you've got a little on your lip. Just here." And she tapped her lip.
Reflexively, Sister Shelley reached up, and gasped as her fingers touched a drop or two of stickiness, already dripping to her chin from the touch. She
glared
at the succubus, while rapidly thinking back to how many of the sisters might have seen her. The succubus, meanwhile, simply stared at her nails, nonchalantly smirking. Sister Shelley gripped her rosary harder, and frowned.
"And you're one to talk, foul one. The stories have been passed down, and I've seen the truth of them, over the past few years. You are far from clean..." She squared her shoulders, suddenly emboldened "And you are
very far
from Godly!"
Looking up with a quirked eyebrow, the smirk deepened. "Well, yes, I
am
a dirty girl, and God had no hand in my making, it's true. But then, I haven't sucked a dick, and enjoyed it, in twelve centuries... And
you
did so, thinking the Mother Superior wouldn't know, not more than half an hour ago." She looked sidelong at the now quailing Sister. "He
does
cum rather quickly, doesn't he? Still, I'll grant you that washing his greasy little dick is a good thing on his part. But still..." she turned, just enough to draw attention to her own. "This one cleans itself, no matter how dirty it gets... Well, when I don't have someone who wants to clean it themselves."
"I... The Mother Superior doesn't ask. She doesn't
peep
. And
you
shouldn't peep either!" It sounded weak, even to her own ears, and Sister Shelley had to admit, she was on the back foot. She inwardly groaned. That only prolonged things... Again, reading her thoughts, the Succubus pouted.
"Oh, Sister, I have no
intention
of keeping you much longer. Or, come to think of it, maybe I do..." She shook her head, her locks briefly flying as she did. "...In any case, that wasn't the best part of what I can see...
Good
Sister. Oh no. I can see how you felt, as you wrapped your lips around him, as you
regretfully
pulled away to finish him off with your hand... And... Worst of all, Sister..." Sister Shelley felt her vision blur in panic. "...I can see that you dipped your fingers in my food." Another blur, a sharp intake of breath, a deepening of that damnable smirk "You know, I'd honestly rather you spat it into the bowl... Swished it round your cheeks a little. I already know the smell of your fingers, their taste in the air... I would have
loved
to have tasted that dirty..." Each syllable stressed, Sister Shelley stepping back with each, until she was against the wall "...
Deliciously soiled
tongue..."
"Vade retro, satanis... Your words... Have..." The succubus cut her short, with an imperious gesture.
"Oh,
hush
, you slattern. You know your denials are as weak as your prayers against me. I
know
you've thought about this..." She gestured to her throbbing dick, and she started gently caressing it, slowly gripping it "...How it would taste... How it would
feel
, because the peasants barely have the dick to reach your tonsils, and this..." The pumping continued, hypnotic, rhythmic... Somehow disturbingly wet sounding. "...This would slide down your throat, noisily but pleasantly, and you'd see my hips in your face, tasting..."
Sister Shelley could take no more. She looked down at the bowl, and the still masturbating succubus, and strode forward. She was followed, ever followed by the succubus, turning slowly to face her with each step toward her objective. The succubus had left that bowl near enough that she could reach it, if she knelt, without disturbing the circle. Sinking to her knees, just outside of the runes, she reached, leaning over...
...And the succubus, with a somehow victorious cry of pleasure, hunched over as she jerked quickly, once, twice, three times, and thick ropes leapt through the air to spatter Sister Shelley's face. In shock, as much as anything else, she lifted her other hand, and fell...
Flat on the circle. The comforting glow vanished immediately, the circuit broken, and Sister Shelley cowered, awaiting some vile spell or blandishment. She knew she could re-establish the circle, but by that time, she had been taught, she would be...
...Untouched? Her face still spattered, she rose up to her knees, and stared. The bowl had been gently kicked toward her, and the succubus was doing... Absolutely nothing except licking her fingers. Her breasts were still sticky, but she merely stood, and, after a while, quirked her eyebrow again, mockingly.
"Oh, did you think I'd
leap
into fucking you, Sister? You can, by all means, re-establish the circle. Other sisters learned that, although they didn't
tell
anyone. After all, I'd teased and shamed them just as I did you. But still..." and she dropped to her haunches, and looked curiously at Sister Shelley. "...You've been so curious about how I taste, and... You have something on your lip."
Cursing, she reflexively reached out her tongue, and... It tasted bittersweet. She got out her chalk, ready to redraw the runes, and stopped. Looking up, her voice quavered. "Your bowl... Your bowl is still full."
The succubus chuckled. "A small magic... I have a
lot
of cum, Sister, all tasting as nice as the parts adorning your face..." She put a hand to her mouth, deliberately failing to suppress a chuckle "...And your darling little coif..." She laughed, openly and mockingly "...Why, you've got a late night of washing ahead of you... Or..." She stepped closer, and the Sister shrank once again, her chalk forgotten in her hand. "You could see if you like the
feel
, as well as the taste."
Sister Shelley's voice broke "You... You're using dark sorcery!"
The succubus frowned "Oh no... No sorcery. Even if there weren't...
Rules
against such a thing... I've made it a point of pride only to use my knowledge of people's own lusts..." she leaned closer, her voice lowering "...Their own desires..." She was at the Sister's ear now, her voice a low, dark whisper, the Sister frozen in fear... And something else "...And my own...
natural talents
." Her breasts were close now, and the Sister could
smell
the cum from the peasants on those breasts... It wasn't to Sister Shelly's taste, for certain, and, unbidden, that taste came to her mind.
She pulled her head back, looking querulously into the succubus deep, amber eyes. "Natural... Talents?"
The succubus merely smiled. "Oh yes..." Looking sidelong, she artfully started licking her breasts clean, speaking inbetween noisy lapping "...You already know my cum is sweet, and I'm a
very
