The corridor stretches dark and cold. Moonlight filters under doors. Sisters snore softly behind thin wood. My bare feet pad silent on stone. Heart hammers. Full moon tonight. Violetta burns in my veins. That sweet violet liqueur we brew. Turns saints to sinners. I clutch my robe tight. His door looms ahead. Bishop Giampiero. Old, frail. But after one sip? Monster cock. I heard the cries. Caterina’s moans last night. Now my turn.
Fingers tremble on wood. Knock. Soft. Two raps. ‘Who?’ His voice, husky. ‘Irene, Monsignore. For what you know.’ Door cracks. Candle flickers out. His eyes glow wild. Pulls me in. Door shuts with a click. Too loud? I freeze. Listen. Nothing. He grins, teeth yellow. ‘Strip, little one.’ Hands rip my robe up. Cool air hits skin. No underthings. Goosebumps. He lights candle. Flame dances on my tits, bush. ‘Piss first. In the chamber pot. Show me.’ Shame floods hot. But pussy drips. I squat. Stream hisses golden. Splashes porcelain. He watches, stroking that beast. Thick as wrist. Veins pulse. Head purple, leaking.
The Whispered Knock
Bed creaks as I climb on. Heaves me down. Legs spread wide. ‘Call me Giampiero.’ Tongue laps my slit. Wet smacks. I bite lip. Muffle gasp. Sisters next door. One coughs. We freeze. Then his cock prods. Huge. Splits me open. Burn. Pain melts to fire. He thrusts. Grunts low. Bedframe groans. Rhythm builds. Slaps skin on skin. Whispered filth. ‘Your nun cunt grips so tight. Milk my holy prick.’ I rock hips. Clit grinds his shaft. Sweat slicks us. Candle gutters. Shadows leap on walls. Door light seeps under—someone passes? Footsteps fade. Thrill spikes. Fuck harder. His balls smack my ass. Wet squelch. I claw sheets. Cum builds. ‘Fill me, Giampiero!’ He growls. Spasms. Hot jets flood deep. I shatter. Bite pillow. Muffled scream.
He slumps. Cock slips out. Cum drools down thigh. I dress quick. Robe clings damp. Kiss his cheek. Slip out. Corridor empty. But floor creaks under me. Heart thuds loud. Pass Mother Superior’s door. Murmurs inside? Her with him before? Shadows shift. Another sister? I hold breath. Glide past. Stairs to dorm. Door shuts soft. Collapse in bed. Pussy throbs. Secret safe. Moon watches. Tomorrow, prayers. But tonight? Sin pulses hot.