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He gives me no time and sinks right in, stretching and impaling me on what must be the hardest and longest cock I've ever felt. I shriek as my head is pummelled into the floor with the weight of him. He pulls out achingly slowly, allowing my juices to flood on to him. I am so wet, so wet and so hot. Just as the tip almost retreats, he starts his second dive. Slowly this time, so slowly, I can feel the head pass every ridge of my pussy walls. It is excruciatingly exciting and my bud is jumping, surging with the threat of climax. I feel it building until at last, his huge member is all the way in once more. He starts jabbing quickly, hardly withdrawing at all between thrusts. It is a perfect motion and I can feel the surge in my abdomen swelling to melting point as I start to come. Just as I feel the wave building, he slides a sharp little nail into the entrance of my arse, taking me to another level of excitement.

‘Harder!' I scream and he pulls all the way out and slams into me again and again until, at last, I come. I come and come. I have been well and truly fucked but he keeps going. I am raw but he keeps fucking, harder and harder until, with a howl, I am filled with thick, hot lava. We are burning together and I twitch around him, holding him in for as long as I can while he pants and collapses onto my back. I slowly release the strength in my shoulders and arms and we fall into the wolf fur. As I look to the ceiling, I notice a skylight. The clouds scud past over the moon and the candles go out. We are in darkness. The screens are off and the only light, is the flash and glint of my lover's eyes.

It is closing time at the museum. The only sound is the clack-clack of my heels purposefully striding to the natural history section … 

Innocent Demon
by Lynn Lang

Father Andreas wasn't a vain man but he couldn't completely ignore the whispers and admiring glances that followed him wherever he went. His movie-star looks were incongruous with his black robes – and, as far as the women of Siena, Italy, were concerned, this situation was deeply unfair. This unwanted attention was why he had chosen an area within the church that kept him away from the general population, but when parishioners and admirers alike approached him, he had no recourse but to be polite and pretend not to notice their lust or envy.

Today, however, he was on a mission and as he walked through the Piazza del Campo, he had no time to chat with the voluptuous Marinella who offered him free
gelato
, or the kindly old Mr Fiortino, who bowed his head in shame for a past misdemeanour. He was rushing to get to the specialist hospital on the other side of the city and, as he weaved his way through streets that had been designed to confuse invaders, Andreas wished for once they were a little less meandering.

Andreas barely had any friends, and especially not female ones, but Sister Eva was different. Nuns as a whole weren't prone to jealousy, but when Eva had been called to join the church five years before, a definite resentment had soon become apparent among the other sisters. Eva was, to put it quite simply, stunning. Even Andreas, who had hardened himself to beauty, had to admit her magnificence. And when she donned her habit, her luminous green eyes dominated her face and made her even more breathtaking.

Sister Maria, who ran the convent, kept Eva behind the scenes doing chores, at which she proved adept. Eva tended the gardens without complaint and it was through their mutual love of horticulture and nature that Andreas befriended her. They would work in companionable silence, yet every time Andreas looked at her, he caught his breath. Normally, he was able to focus on people's inner beauty, but not only was Eva blessed with the looks of a goddess, she had the heart of an angel. He struggled with himself constantly when he was near her.

Eva and Andreas would spend sunny afternoons together planting seeds or picking berries or simply weeding the garden. Sometimes their hands would touch, ever so lightly, and Andreas grew warm and couldn't help but feel a throbbing ache. He knew he was tempting fate just by being in her presence, but he loved spending time with her and their friendship grew.

Very occasionally, his feelings of lust would become too great to ignore, and then, late at night, he would pleasure himself, imagining Eva naked and writhing underneath him. The next morning, he would say his prayers and avoid her for a week as a penance. Lately, he had been thinking about her so much that, to put some distance between himself and temptation, he volunteered for a difficult assignment abroad. Little did he realise the danger she would be facing back home.

Eva's troubles started when a flu virus made more than half the nuns in her convent ill and she had to substitute as a teacher at the nursery school. One of the fathers of a toddler was captivated by her and, although Sister Eva kept her distance, this man would not be deterred. Over the course of two weeks, he became obsessed and began to stalk Eva, even following her into the convent. The Parish Priest was forced to intervene and Eva returned to her gardening duties.

The man's wife, however, was distraught, convinced that her husband had been led astray by the beautiful nun – and, certain that Eva must be possessed by The Devil himself, the woman cursed her. She used every dark oath and piece of magic she could find and, ultimately, Eva became possessed by a demon. A very powerful demon that, so far, every exorcist in Italy had failed to vanquish and expel from her body.

The demon was literally eating her alive from the inside and everyone was powerless to help her. Except, perhaps for one man – her friend Father Andreas. As the pre-eminent exorcist in the church, he was Eva's one remaining hope, and he hurried to her as soon as he was told of her predicament.

When Andreas arrived at the hospital, he heard the profanities even before he saw her. ‘Fuck me, you priest whore!' a deep voice screamed. He steeled himself and entered Eva's windowless room. It smelled of sweat and fear but also an alluring scent that he knew was Eva's femininity. It was dark, so Andreas could only see a priest praying quietly, kneeling at the side of a bed from which a sinister black mist was emanating. He recognised the priest as another exorcist whose approach had been successful in the past, but the anxiety in the man's voice as he prayed revealed his failure this time.

As Andreas approached the bed and his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he saw Eva, her arms and legs restrained by ropes, writhing in pain. Her beautiful face still glowed, but inside her eyes, Andreas saw a darkness. Then Eva looked directly at him and suddenly shouted, ‘Put your cock in my mouth!'

Andreas wanted to pull back, shocked by her utterances, but instead he looked at her kindly. And in a moment of lucidity, Eva returned to herself, the black misty glow fading away. Her huge, brilliant eyes looked, deep and pleading, into Andreas's own.

‘Please help me, Father Andreas. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it any longer. It's killing me,' Eva whispered.

Andreas looked at the other priest, then spoke. ‘Leave us. I will remove this demon or die in the process.'

The priest nodded in deference to Andreas's greater skill and the steel in his voice. He left the chamber and Andreas secured the door shut with its latch, locking himself into a battle to the finish. Eva looked scared, but also comforted.

Andreas untied her feet and then her hands. ‘Are you sure you should be doing that?' she asked. ‘I can't be trusted. It can take hold of me at any moment.'

Father Andreas gently stroked the hair back from her forehead. ‘Hush, I will take care of you.' Eva looked up at him and smiled, happy for a brief moment in these weeks of hell. She put her hand up and gently touched his face.

And then a darkness overtook her and Eva changed. Her caressing hand turned into a claw and she dug it into Andreas's flesh, drawing blood. ‘Put your balls in my mouth so I can rip them from your body,' the demon whispered. Andreas jerked back, uncertain how to proceed, as the blackness enveloped Eva once again.

The demon's strength was immense and Eva, now unrestrained, rose off the bed. Her hospital gown flowed beneath her, so the demon ripped it off and exposed her beautiful, naked floating body to Andreas. He gasped. Her nipples were erect and her legs were longer than he had imagined. The curve from her hip to her groin was delicate and enticing. Andreas had pictured her naked in his dreams, but in reality, her beauty was far greater. And then she leaned over tried to choke him.

Andreas grabbed her arms and the two of them wrestled but the priest finally managed to overpower her. He laid her back on the bed and straddled her, holding down her hands on either side of her face. The demon in Eva spat at Andreas and writhed underneath his pressure. Andreas, to his dismay, was aroused by Eva's movements and he felt himself harden. The demon inside Eva smiled. ‘You want to lick my wet pussy, priest? Come to me. I will spread my legs wide. I will clamp my cunt on your mouth. You can eat me from the inside.'

Andreas held the cross that hung around his neck towards Eva. He prayed fervently, but Eva just smiled. The demon was too strong for mere prayers. Despite this, Father Andreas kept his eyes closed and continued praying, his taut balls pressing against Eva's lower belly, his erection harder and more urgent than it had ever been. The demon inside Eva kept spouting profanities and continued its lewd barrage of the ways they could pleasure each other. She was quieter now, more seductive, trying to lure Father Andreas into a lover's intimacy.

He continued his prayers, trying to block out the demon's words, but he feared that he was too weak to resist. Eva then violently squirmed underneath Father Andreas, almost knocking him off her. And so he was forced to lie on top of her, his erection pressing against her belly, with only the thin cloth of his black robe between them. He grabbed her hands and subdued her once more. He could smell her sweat and what he thought was sex emanating from her. But then a change came over her face and lightness settled and the demon departed again, if only for a moment.

‘I am so sorry. It is not me!' Sister Eva wailed helplessly. She shifted a little under Andreas and he hitched his breath. As he made to release her, she begged him, ‘Please. Don't move. In case it comes back.'

Andreas remained where he was, pressed chest to chest, belly to belly, on top of the naked Eva, staring into her eyes. A tear pooled in the corner of one. ‘I will save you,' Andreas promised.

Eva's lips separated, just a little. Andreas wanted to kiss her, more than anything he had ever wanted before, but she was in pain, and she needed his strength and his skill as an exorcist right now, not his affection or lust.

‘What does it want?' he asked her. ‘Does it talk to you? You must know.'

Eva nodded. She knew but could not say it.

‘You must tell me.'

Eva shook her head. ‘It is too awful.'

Andreas was captivated by this beautiful woman and it was taking all of his 38 years of self-control not to ravish her as he covered her with his body. Yet he was afraid to release her in case the demon returned. ‘Tell me. We don't have much time,' Andreas pleaded.

Eva looked away, afraid. ‘I was cursed because the wife thought I was making love with her husband. I wasn't,' she said, without meeting Andreas's eyes.

‘Of course. I know that,' Andreas reassured her.

Eva continued, still avoiding his face. ‘The demon inside me. He wants me soiled. He will not let go unless I have been debased. Made impure.'

Andreas's heart went out to her. The shame of what she was saying was overwhelming. A woman who had devoted her life to purity and goodness would now only be healed if she was tarnished. But would Eva ever recover from such an act?

All of a sudden Eva's body jerked – the demon had returned. ‘You know what I want. Fuck me now, priest. Fuck the little innocent until she howls.'

Andreas did not know how to react. He knew his prayers and holy water and cross would be useless. The demon kept spouting obscenities, making Andreas even more aroused despite himself, and yet angrier that such an evil being could possess such a pure-hearted woman.

‘… Lick you until you come,' the demon whispered and Andreas did the only thing he could. He leaned forward and kissed Eva gently. The kiss was chaste at first, an innocent attempt at quelling a ravenous demon, but then it turned deeper. Andreas wanted to stop, but he couldn't. He felt the kiss being returned, Eva's tongue gently probing his mouth. He was unsure of whether it was Eva or the demon, but felt certain the demon would not be this gentle, this enticing. Or maybe that was exactly what the demon would be.

He sobered up to the reality of the situation. Just as he thought he wouldn't be able to stop, he pulled back, his face inches from Eva's. He stared at her, breathing heavily. In her eyes, he saw it was Eva, not the demon looking out at him.

‘Help me, I don't know what to do,' Eva beseeched him. ‘I don't want to make love, but I must if I am to survive. Is my innocence the price I must pay for my life? And what life will I have if I debase myself so?'

Andreas didn't know what to do. He might literally be damned if he did, and damned if he did not. He looked over at the door, at its deadbolt firmly in place, then pleaded in return, ‘You tell me. Please. I cannot decide this for you.'

Eva, head turned again, cried, ‘I do not want to die like this!' Then she looked at Andreas again. ‘Please. But do it with love.'

Andreas nodded. He felt like a dam had just burst inside him but he tried to stay calm for Eva's sake, doing everything in his power to hold back the flood. He leaned down again and kissed her, gently at first. But it deepened quickly – too quickly. He couldn't restrain himself any longer. He'd been wanting to do this for five years, but knew it was strictly forbidden, and now, for these brief moments, he had been given permission. In fact, he had more than permission. He was doing this to save her life.

Although he was 38, he too was a virgin, and uncertain of how to proceed. But nature triumphed and his baser human instincts took over. His hand moved slowly up her arm towards her ripe, round breast. He fondled her nipple and almost came at the feel of the hardness at its point. He moved his mouth down and sucked it gently.

Eva moaned and pushed her pelvis against his body. She then wrapped her legs around his. He took her other nipple in his mouth and sucked, lightly biting the tip. She arched her back and put her hands on his shoulders.

Andreas had never felt such sensation coursing through his body. He felt more powerful and alive than ever before. For this brief period of time, he forgot about sin and the implications of what he was doing and gave himself over to his purely physical urges.

He moved his head down, spreading kisses across her belly. Eva raised her head, as if curious as to where he was headed, and then flopped back when he reached the soft curls at her mound. Andreas breathed in her scent, still not believing that he was doing this. Then, ever so slowly, he licked her, his tongue just skimming her sex.

Eva moaned and then his tongue carefully, delicately entered her. It was saltier and more sensuous than he expected. Andreas wanted to ram his tongue into her over and over, but he knew he must be careful. It was taking all his willpower to hold off on his own satisfaction, but he knew he must give her pleasure if they were to succeed.

Andreas could have spent hours licking her soft folds, but he was uncertain whether he could satisfy her this way and, more importantly, if this would be enough to satisfy the demon. So he stood and, almost reverentially, took off his black robes and shoes, anticipating the next moments.