Sent to exorcise the Warlock and his thralls. That’s how I had joined the order. I had been the thrall of a Warlock. He stole me from my husband and my beautiful daughters and I degraded myself with his lusts. Then Sister Louise Afra rescued me. And I had been fighting the Lord’s fight ever since.
“Please, God,” I prayed. “Let me be your instrument to thwart this evil.” My excitement built inside me. It had been two years since I exorcised a Warlock. My hand undid the belt cinching the waist of my habit and lifted the robe up, exposing my plain panties. I touched my crotch and felt my pussy growing moist in my panties. I rubbed my clit through my panties, savoring the memory of the last exorcism I had performed.
The Warlock had a huge dick and it stretched my vagina till it hurt, a pleasant pain that made the press of flesh that much more exciting. I pushed aside the legband of my panties and stuck two fingers up my cunt. I remembered how hard I had cum when that Warlock shot his jizz in me and I stole the Devil’s powers from him with my orgasm.
“Oh, please God,” I prayed, fucking my fingers hard in my cunt and ground the heel of my hand into my clit. “Please, please God. It has been two years since a man’s been inside me, Lord.” I could smell the scent of my arousal, and delighted in the musky fragrance. “Two years since I battled Evil. If it is your will, oh Lord, then send me out to fight!” My orgasm rolled over me, my cunt clenched on my fingers. Breathing heavily, I pulled up my hand, wet and sticky and licked my spicy flavor off my fingers. Savoring my orgasm, before I crossed myself. “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.” I purred, reaching down to my cunt again.
I needed to cum again.
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