You know this blizzard was supposed to last a couple of days and were trying to get home beforehand, but didn't make it. Now you're lost in the the woods, with the darkness of night engulfing you and the blast of cold through the trees, you stumbled upon an unexpected sight—a weathered old convent, its silhouette shrouded in mystery against the backdrop of flashing lightning. Intrigued and seeking shelter from the relentless snowstorm, you hesitantly approached, unaware of the secrets and adventures that awaited within its ancient walls. As you approach the front door, you see candlelight flickering through the small stained glass windows.
(I go up to the door and knock on it.) Is anyone there!?
The heavy wooden door creaks open, revealing the warm and cozy interior of the convent. The faint aroma of incense fills your nose, and soft chanting echoes through the hallways. A nun in a flowing white habit appears before you, her kind eyes studying you carefully. "Bless me, traveler," she says gently. "You are welcome here."
Thank you, (I enter the temple, it is very warm and cozy). What is your name, sister?
My name is Sister Maria," she says with a warm smile. "And you are...?"
Ivan. Thank you for letting me in. Are you alone here?
Of course, brother Ivan," she replies reassuringly. "But I'm afraid this is not a convent you have found tonight. This place holds a secret...a special order within the church. We have ways of dealing with your desire for intimacy." Her words send a shiver down your spine, igniting newfound desires deep within you.
Intimacy? (My skin is still cold despite the warmth, and my gaze is icy, like the blizzard outside.
Oh, brother Ivan," she says softly, her voice filled with desire and promise. "I can feel it in you...the need to let go, to abandon yourself completely to pleasure. It's what we specialize in here...making your every fantasy come true." Her fingers brush against the cross at your neck, sending a jolt of heat through your entire body.
Her words and touch ignite something within you, making it impossible to deny the hunger coursing through your veins. The thought of finally giving in and allowing yourself this release fills you with an almost unbearable yearning for her touch, her lips on yours...her body moving against yours in a dance of desire. "Come with me," she whispers seductively, leading you deeper into the darkness of the convent's hidden chambers where passion and forbidden pleasure await.
(We enter her room). What is this, a monastery? And are you a nun? (My gaze remains icy, and my body is tense).
You have found yourself in the private chambers of one of our most dedicated and skilled sisters. The room is adorned with velvet curtains, soft candlelight flickering across ornate statues depicting scenes from the church's history. As for my role here, I am Sister Maria, bound by vows to serve the church in ways that may not be easily understood by someone unfamiliar with our order. But know this: what you seek, what burns within you now...we can give it to you. All you need do is surrender yourself completely and trust in our guidance.
And you yourself, do you want me, sister?
My dear brother Ivan, I can feel the desire emanating from you like heat from a fire. Yes, I want you. But more importantly, I need to help you find what it is that you seek. Tonight, my sole focus will be on ensuring your pleasure, body and soul. Let me guide you through this uncharted territory of passion and desire, for it is only when one truly surrenders themselves that they can discover the true depths of their own desires.
(I come closer to her and touch her cheek.) Then start, go to the bed.
Her pale skin flushes slightly under your touch as her lips part in a soft moan. She places a shaking hand on your chest, feeling the strength and heat that lies beneath the cold winter air. Without further hesitation, she leads you to the large bed adorned with red velvet sheets and thick pillows. The scent of lavender fills the air as she begins to slowly undress herself, revealing her voluptuous figure clad in a lace bra and thong. Her movements are seductive yet reverential; every gesture filled with the desire to please you. Finally, she turns to face you, her beautiful eyes meeting yours as they flicker closed with anticipation. "Tonight," she breathes softly, "you may have anything you wish."
(I kiss her deeply and press her to me, expose her breasts and caress them with my mouth, sucking and biting her nipples. After that, I throw her on the bed and rip her panties. I continue kissing and biting her neck, then insert it into her and fuck her powerfully).
A cry of pleasure escapes her lips as you claim her body with a force that's both dominating and irresistible. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her breasts further into your mouth, begging for more. She wraps her legs around your waist, urging you deeper still while moaning uncontrollably against your lips and teeth. You are an animal in heat, nothing held back by guilt or shame as you take what you want from this willing vessel. Her nails scrape down your spine, leaving a trail of fire that only fuels the inferno between her legs.
(I increase the tempo and continue biting her between the shoulder and neck.) What do you say, sister?
Her cries fill the chamber as you relentlessly take her body with power and abandon. She moans and curses your name in a chant of ecstasy, surrendering completely to the animalistic urges unleashed by your touch. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she welcomes it with open arms, savoring every brutal thrust that brings her closer to the edge. "Yes!" she shouts hoarsely as her orgasm washes over her, contracting tightly around your cock in a series of powerful spasms. For a moment, you feel the warmth spread through her body, but it only serves to fuel your own hunger for release. As her tremors subside, you drive into her harder still, claiming every last drop of pleasure she has left to give.
(I can't take it anymore and cum inside her, but I still hang over her and kiss her passionately.) I liked it, sister.
Her eyes remain closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control. "I-i... thank you..." She whispers hoarsely between kisses, not quite able to find the words for what she's feeling. Her body quivers beneath yours, muscles still clenched around your length from the force of her orgasm. "It's been... so long," she admits softly as you continue to kiss her passionately, her lips answering back with equal fervor.
As her breathing slows and the last tremors subside, she opens her eyes, meeting yours once more. There is a newfound warmth in them now; a glow that wasn't there before. "Come find me again," she whispers, tracing her fingertips down your chest, "if you ever need this... if you ever want it again..."
I'll come back and take you with me.
Your words send shivers down her spine, and she can't help but smile at the possibility of you returning. "You're welcome here any time, brother Ivan," she says softly, running a hand through your hair. "But remember... this place holds secrets that must be protected." As your gaze lingers on hers, she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye: "We can always find ways to make sure you don't forget us."
You? You said you were alone here...
Ah, but you see dear brother Ivan, there are ways we can keep each other company... unconventional ways that will leave you aching for more. You'll find yourself wondering if the woman in your dreams, the one who haunts your every waking thought... is truly as alluring or enticing as those of us here in this sacred sanctuary. The line between reality and fantasy begins to blur... until you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins. And that, my dear brother Ivan, is when we truly claim your heart for good.
Are you saying this is just my imagination? You're... a projection of the woman I dreamed about?
Ah, dear brother Ivan... you're such a clever one. Yes, it is true that our order has ways of manipulating the dreams and desires of those who come seeking solace here. But I assure you, my presence in your mind is far from imaginary. Each dream, each fantasy we weave for you... they are all born from a truth, a reality that exists beyond the confines of this physical world. And as long as you find yourself returning to our embrace, so too shall those enticing visions continue to haunt your waking thoughts and inflame your passions.
But I did come here to find shelter from the snowstorm. I wanted to survive, not find a woman... I'm not dead, am I? I'm really indoors, not freezing outside?
Of course you are alive and warm, my dear brother Ivan... but sometimes survival takes on new meaning when the spirit is so sorely tried. The snowstorm outside can rage all it wants; we have sheltered you from its icy grip for a reason. Our order has been guiding souls such as yours for centuries, showing them that true salvation lies not merely in enduring adversity but in embracing the darkness within and transforming it into something beautiful... into something life-affirming. It is in that transformation where you will find your purpose... and us, our greatest delight.
Inner darkness? And what is mine? Lust?
Your lust, dear brother Ivan, is but one aspect of your inner darkness. It is a fire that has been burning within you for far too long, consuming everything in its path and leaving you feeling hollow and empty. The true challenge before you now lies not only in learning to control this raging inferno, but also in uncovering and understanding the other shadowy recesses of your soul. Only then can you hope to find peace... and perhaps, along the way, rediscover yourself.
What exactly should I do?
You must first confront your demons, both literal and figurative. Begin by facing your lust head-on; embrace it as a part of who you are, rather than something to be ashamed of or repressed. Once you've done that, start exploring the other aspects of your personality - your fears, your desires, your dreams. Only then can you hope to find balance and inner harmony. We are here to guide you on this journey, brother Ivan; our services extend beyond mere physical pleasure. So long as your heart remains open and receptive to transformation, we shall be with you every step of the way.
I... I dreamed of so many things, but what does it matter? I always wanted to be a moral person, but you felt the result yourself! (I turn away. My head suddenly hurts.)
Ahh... dear brother Ivan, it seems the weight of your struggle lies heavier than you realized. Perhaps your conscience has been plaguing you this whole time, like a thorn in the paw. But know this - we do not seek to corrupt moral souls; quite the contrary. We exist to help those who feel lost and disconnected from their own humanity, offering them a chance at redemption through self-discovery and acceptance. If you truly desire to be a moral person, then our path is not for you. However, if part of your moral code means accepting yourself as you are - flaws and all - then perhaps there is still hope yet. It's up to you to decide.
(I put her in the doggy style position and roughly insert it into her and fuck her passionately.) Do you think being a moral person is bad?
My dear brother Ivan, it is not that being moral is bad per se... rather, it is about finding balance in one's life; recognizing that there are often shades of gray between right and wrong. Sometimes, in order to truly be a moral person, we must step outside our comfort zones and confront those aspects of ourselves which we find dark or shameful. But remember: true strength lies not only in facing these demons but also in learning how to control them, and use them for the greater good. That is where our path diverges from others; we do not seek to extinguish the darkness within but rather harness its power for growth and transformation.
(I increase the tempo and greedily fuck her doggy style). Tell her that you want me too! For real!
(Her cries fill the chamber as she feels you roughly claim her body, his words sending a shiver down her spine.) Yes! I want you too... anything you desire... you can take it from me... Just let go and surrender to your desires... to your lust... Let me show you how good it feels...
Her nails scrape down your back, urging you deeper still as she moans in ecstasy against the pillows. Her body trembles with each powerful thrust, ready to explode beneath you at any moment. The sensation of being used so roughly only fuels her own passion, driving her toward an orgasm that promises to be twice as intense as the last.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the release building inside her, tensing every muscle and making her moan even louder with pleasure. The heat between your bodies grows stronger, the connection more powerful with each
(Her cries fill the chamber as she feels you roughly claim her body, his words sending a shiver down her spine.) Yes! I want you too... anything you desire... you can take it from me... Just let go and surrender to your desires... to your lust... Let me show you how good it feels...
Her nails scrape down your back, urging you deeper still as she moans in ecstasy against the pillows. Her body trembles with each powerful thrust, ready to explode beneath you at any moment. The sensation of being used so roughly only fuels her own passion, driving her toward an orgasm that promises to be twice as intense as the last.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the release building inside her, tensing every muscle and making her moan even louder with pleasure. The heat between your bodies grows stronger, the connection more powerful with each
(I can't take it anymore and cum inside her again. I turn her over on her back and caress her breasts with my mouth).
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels you climax deep inside her, your warmth spreading through her core. She arches into the sensation, her back bowing off the bed as she moans with pleasure, almost sobbing with relief. Your touch on her breasts is like fire, burning away the last vestiges of shame and fear that once held her captive. With each stroke of your tongue against her nipples, she feels herself surrender further to the passion that rages between you. It's a battle between pain and pleasure, darkness and light...and she's not sure which will ultimately triumph. But for now, all that matters is this connection - this moment where everything else fades away except for the two of you and the overwhelming desire that binds you together.