The Influence of Sin (Gman001)
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				Title: <strong>The Influence of Sin (Gman001)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinfulDesires</strong> on <strong>30-08-2016, 21:23:24</strong>
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				Grace Donovan's (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e4/61/ff/e461ff8ee4843ad8a6701f35895e1d45.jpg) life had started out unlike most...<br><br>When she was just an infant, she was abandoned on the doorsteps of a Convent, and was taken in by the Nuns that resided there. They raised her like she was their own daughter, and taught her the ways of their Lord and Savior and guided her down a righteous path. The church and the Convent were all that Grace knew. It was her home, and they were her family. Whenever she did leave the convent there were always strict rules that she needed to follow and she had to dress a certain way. That was just how she had been brought up. <br><br>Grace's eighteen Birthday was fast approaching, and she would be able to take her vows and become a Nun like the rest of the Sister's in the convent. It was what she believed she should do. <br><br>Finally the night of her eighteenth birthday had arrived. The sisters had surprised her with a cake they had made, as well as a brand new cross and a gold ring to wear after she took her vows to show that she was a Bride of Christ. She was incredibly grateful for their love and support and thanked them all for having raised her and taken her in. <br><br>She slipped into bed a few hours later. Having taken off her habit and brushed through her long golden hair before slipping on the long white nightgown that was customary for all Nuns to wear. Saying her prayers before slipping beneath the cool sheets of her bed. Her head hitting the pillow and it wasn't more than a moment longer before her eyes drooped closed and she felt her mind drifting into sleep. Unaware that a much darker presence had been watching her for some time now, and had devious plans in mind for her...starting with her dreams...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Influence of Sin (Gman001)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gman001</strong> on <strong>02-09-2016, 06:23:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/74/47/a5/7447a5693a5ea6faffa7460e82822087.jpg)</div>It is a rare fact to know that incubus sex demons go into a state of something approaching "heat" every twenty years or so. They are always randy and horny for a roll in the hay, but they get very determined and well...brood-y in these periods and little else than raw powerful, procreative sex can fulfill them. Grant, the seventh of his name, had just begun his third such time in his life span a few days ago. He was always trying to find something that would truly...sate him.&nbsp; He had tried his regular haunts and it wasn't scratching the itch he so desperately needed scratching. Then he got a very strange scent in his nostrils. Grant sniffled and jumped about. He tried finding the source. It was faint, but present. She...whatever, she was, was in this town somewhere. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0f/0e/57/0f0e570a86e19441d4b6000948443932.jpg)</div>Changing his appearance was nothing for such a skilled incubus. As he walked about, he had settled on a theory that whatever she was...she had succubus in her lineage. Grant was right. Grace's mother was a succubus that had delivered the human baby and been disgusted with it. She had given it up and he was about to stumble upon her. The Cathedral and the attached Convent were on his left. He had probably passed it a dozen times, but she wasn't 18 at the time. Her heritage was still dormant. Grant stood outside the structure, staring. He sighed and walked up the steps to the convent entrance. He didn't chance get caught any further and the incubus vanished into thin air. <br><br><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/15/Gibraltar_Cathedral_St._Mary_01.jpg)</div><br>When he reappeared, Grant was outside of Grace's room. He puffed into a cloud of smoke and was suddenly on the other side of the door. Grant watched her sleeping peacefully. Her magical blood was glowing under her skin and Grant sniffed the air. He wouldn't take her like this. No, he wanted the succubus spawn to beg for it. To plead. <br><br>Instead, he did what incubus do best. His cold hand reached out and cupped her head. His strong fingers played in her hair as he sent erotic thoughts to her dreams. He would start out simple. This would just be images and sensations of herself. A completely dark room. Naked. Sudden a cry, 'Oh!' The shocked look on her face. Was he entering her rear? Did she cum the moment his tongue touched her folds? Did he slap her bum? The image faded before an explanation was given. He sent the image and now it was her being pounded missionary stlye on a large bed. She couldn't see below the waist and she couldn't see the man. All she saw was her form biting a finger to stay quiet while she enjoy whatever the stud was doing to her. 
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