When she lifted her gaze, she found the nun's face already just inches from her own.
And what she saw there wasn't devotion.
Nor shyness.
Nor tranquility.
It was an expression of pure, absolute, shameless perversion.
A wide smile, perfect teeth, and purple eyes gleaming with an interest that had nothing spiritual about it.
I think I just hit the jackpot, Mara thought, a mix of disbelief, fascination, and an absurd sense of gratitude toward whatever deity had given her a second chance at life.
Mara slammed into the floor, and before she could even process it, the nun was already on top of her—straddling her hips with surprising strength, pinning her down like prey.
The slit in the black skirt had opened completely, exposing thick thighs… and the undeniable fact that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
Her shaved cunt was already swollen, her outer lips parted, glistening with a thick flow that slowly dripped directly onto Mara's uniform skirt.
The nun's violet eyes burned with raw, unfiltered lust.
There was no doubt, no timid request—only selfish, absolute demand, exactly like Mordred in her most dominant moments.
"On your knees, young lady," the nun ordered in a deep, commanding voice, grabbing a fistful of Mara's orange hair and yanking her up."You're going to worship this holy cunt until I'm satisfied. And I like to take my time."
Mara's heart was pounding wildly—but it wasn't fear.
The absolute corruption of the scene—a woman dressed as a nun acting like a goddess demanding tribute—set her on fire from the inside.
This is too perfect, she thought, feeling her own cunt begin to throb with anticipation.
She didn't resist when the nun forced her head down, burying her face between those legs spread wide open.
First came the smell—intense, addictive, a mix of sweat and arousal that filled her lungs.
Mara opened her mouth eagerly and dragged her tongue in a long, slow lick from the entrance up to the swollen clit.The taste was strong, mature, salty with a hint of sweetness that made her moan against the flesh.
The nun let out a deep groan from the back of her throat and thrust her hips forward, grinding harder against Mara's face.
"That's it, fuck… deeper. I want to feel that tongue really fucking me," the nun growled, tangling both hands in Mara's hair and setting a merciless rhythm.
Mara obeyed without a second thought.
She pushed her tongue all the way in, savoring the thick, slick heat, plunging in and out quickly while her nose brushed against the clit.
The nun didn't care in the slightest about Mara's comfort—she was face-fucking her roughly, so much that juices ran down her neck, soaking her uniform blouse until the fabric clung to her skin.
The nun's filthy talk flowed like a blasphemous prayer.
"I sit in the confessional with my legs open, imagining young women like you on their knees serving me… that's what makes me cum silently while sinners beg for forgiveness… but you're going to make me scream like the whore I am."
Every word was a lash of arousal for Mara.
She's so fake, so hypocritical… and that just makes her even hotter, she thought as she licked more eagerly, sucking on the outer lips, tugging gently with her teeth before plunging her tongue back in.
The nun pressed Mara's face even harder into her cunt, almost suffocating her, and began moving faster.
Mara could barely breathe—but that only made her wetter.
The fetish of serving someone so false, so corrupt beneath a sacred disguise, was overwhelmingly powerful.
Suddenly, the nun tensed, pulled harder on her hair, and picked up the pace.
"Now suck my clit—hard and nonstop… don't stop, fuck!"
Mara sucked with everything she had, tongue flat and pressing, fast and brutal circles.
The nun screamed without caring that the entire inn could hear her.
"Yes, fuck! That's it! I'm cumming—I'm cumming all over your slut face!"
The orgasm was savage.
Her cunt clenched around Mara's tongue, and a hot gush soaked her completely—face, hair, neck.
The nun trembled on top of her for long seconds, refusing to let go, forcing her to keep licking while the aftershocks ripped through her.
Mara swallowed what she could, the taste flooding her mouth, her nose filled with the scent of the nun's pleasure.
When the grip finally loosened, the nun collapsed backward, panting, her habit completely open, her large breasts heaving violently.
Her nipples were hard and pink, and Mara felt the urge to climb up and suck them—but the nun stopped her with an imperious look.
"Good girl," she said, as if bestowing a blessing."But I'm not done with you yet."
Without giving her time to recover, the nun stood up, dragged Mara to the bed, and threw her down on her back roughly.
Then she sat directly on her face again, this time facing her feet—in a reversed 69—but with no intention whatsoever of returning the favor.
Her knees pinned Mara's shoulders to the mattress, completely immobilizing her.
"Second round," she announced hoarsely."And this time, I want you to make me squirt like the sinner I am."
She lowered her soaked cunt back onto Mara's mouth and began moving even more violently than before.
Mara, her face already slick with fluids, went back to licking with absolute devotion.
The nun leaned forward, bracing her hands on Mara's thighs—not to touch her, but to balance herself while she fucked her mouth like a toy.
Each thrust was deeper, faster, the clit brushing Mara's nose with every movement.
The moans returned—louder, dirtier. The nun wouldn't stop talking.
"This is what nuns like me deserve… a young tongue worshiping our cunt until we forget every vow… fuck, yes, right there, don't stop! More fingers—put them all in!"
Mara shoved three fingers in at once, fucking her fast and deep while mercilessly sucking her clit.
The nun screamed, her entire body tensing—and this time the squirt was explosive: powerful jets that drenched Mara's face, the pillow, the sheets.
Her body convulsed in long spasms, thighs trembling around Mara's head, but even then, she never reached down to touch her.
She only used her.
And for Mara, that was more than enough.
When the orgasm finally subsided, the nun remained seated for a few more seconds, breathing hard, letting the last spurts drip into Mara's open mouth.
Then she stood slowly, legs shaking, cunt red and swollen, shining with her own fluids.
She looked down at Mara like a satisfied queen.
"You did a good job, girl," she said, adjusting her habit as if nothing had happened, covering her nudity once more with that false modesty."The Lord will reward you… or at least I will the next time you come to the convent to confess."
She leaned down for a second, brushed a finger across Mara's soaked cheek, gathered some of her own fluids, and brought it to her lips, savoring it with a lascivious smile.
"Delicious sin," she murmured, before turning and leaving with calm, dignified steps, her veil neatly arranged again—as if she had just finished a prayer.
Mara remained sprawled on the bed, completely drenched, panting, a stupid smile on her face.
Her uniform was ruined, her hair stuck to her forehead, her skin shining with someone else's fluids.
She hadn't received a single caress.Not a finger.Not a lick.
And yet, she had never felt so satisfied.
This world is a wet dream made real, she thought as she ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the nun's remnants.
Her cunt throbbed with unfulfilled need—but that very frustration was part of the pleasure.
Because worshiping a woman hiding behind false vows… was the perfect fetish.
She stayed there a few more minutes, catching her breath, letting the intense scent soak into her skin.
When she finally got up, her legs trembled slightly.
She looked at herself in the wardrobe mirror: flushed face, swollen lips, blouse transparent from the moisture.
She went downstairs slowly, feeling the fluids drying on her skin.
The hallway was empty, but when she reached the lobby, Alice was there behind the counter, wearing her usual serene smile.
The blind woman tilted her head slightly, as if smelling the air.
"Oh my… it seems your client was very satisfied," she said softly, amusement lacing her voice.
Mara blushed, but couldn't stop herself from smiling.
"I think so," she replied, leaning against the counter."And I… was too."
Alice let out a low, warm laugh.
Mara laughed as well, shaking her head as she headed off to bathe.
I think I should go to confess my sins more often, Mara thought wryly.