A strangely unknown warmth was burning between the naked nuns legs. Never before had she felt quite so hot and flustered before. She could feel that her long black culry hair, usually so clean and well cared for was plastered across her back. The disgusting slimy fluid had chased the locks into crazed strands of ebony that matted against her olivey tanned skin. Chiara felt distinctly aware of her nudity and was horrified for a mere moment that she did not even seem to care. All manner of decency and all thoughts about abstinence were fleeding her mind to be replaced by sodden, sultry thoughts of the most debase things the brightly glittering nun could ever imagine. The nun wished that she could remember how she had come to be this naked, this hot and flustering mess upon the charred remains of a forest, but it did not seem to matter any more.<br/><br/>Because above all those thoughts that muddled with her mind, the nun felt filthy. The thick secretions expelled by the filthy dusk-creatures that were now nothing more but dust upon a warm summer earth, had filled her nose, mouth and every other orifice with the sickly sweet odour and strange cinnamon like taste. It covered her body from her sticking ebony-black hair to the curls upon her sex and ended with her shapely formed legs. She was, all in all, a thoroughly soaked woman with a hunger she had never felt before.<br/><br/>Realisation dawned that the nun had already breeched the point where her celibacy was in question. Her mind reeled and her heart fluttered wildly. This should not be what she wanted, carnal thoughts were forbidden, intimate relations strictly disallowed. The nun of light had played with a thought of indecency and lust before, but those had always been in the confinements of her private room. She had never shared those lustful thoughts, nor thought about enacting them before. Only god knew, and he had judged her for it.  She thought she was stronger to resist such temptations, yet with a throbbing dick pulsing between her tender fingers, and the rawnewss between her legs that ached to be fillled like it had been just moments before, it was hard to think of anything but her vows. The nun knew that she should drop the cock and put distance between herself and her friend, but there was no disobeying the heat that pulsed through her sodden sex.<br/><br/>Whilst the young Italian woman was struggling with her conscience, Franz came and interrupted her train of thoughts. She could hear the worry in his voice, but none of those words ever reached her mind. Her eyes were fixated in awe at the size of his prick dangling between his legs.<i>Why was everyone naked?</i>The heat grew stronger, and thoughts of taking those rigid cocks at the same time flooded her mind and made the nun mewl of the hunger that grew within her. Her sweet sounds of lust were soon muted by the rough texture of a prickly man's mouth upon her sweetly soft lips. Light radiated and pulsed through everyone's shields, and as Chiara's mood became more obedient to her lust, the heat of that said light would enflame the lust of others as well.<br/><br/>Then, as if the moment had lasted forever and seconds at once, she felt herself pulled away from the roughness of her friends kiss, back again to tend to the needs of her first victim of lust. Chiara let out a soft gasp upon the sudden sensation of fingers pinching the sensitive flesh of her never-been touched breasts. It felt better than the sucking ends of those dusks, and she wished for more before she turned to obey the movements of Blades' insistend push towards her sex.<br/><br/>Chiara couldn't think, but she had always obeyed her superiors. Her sense of duty was taking over and she served Blades like a beautiful being of light, her full soft lips enclosing around the pulsing crown of the girls fat cock. The nun didn't know what to do, but her endearing clumsiness aided her into circling her tongue around the foreign object. The once celibate woman had turned to explore every ridge of the pulsing veins that adorned the flesh that slowly sunk deeper and deeper into her throat. With every inch that slid into her pretty little mouth, the Italian woman pushed her perfectly, unblemished heartshaped bum into the air. Every inch of her body dripping with goo, and every hole from her behind oozing out the last lubricants that had been squirted into her unwilling body.<br/><br/>But oh, she was very willing to receive anything in her aching sex right now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>