Holy Desire - Convent of Hidden Lusts Chapter 11
by Leo DeVere
The Mother Superior allowed the High Inquisitor to enter first, then locked the door behind them.
"Please be seated, Aymar" she gestured, pointing to the wooden chair before her desk. Aymar stayed still as a statue, his eyes always fixed on Tyanna.
"I'd rather stand and stretch my legs"
"As you wish dear Inquisitor", she said with a glee so genuine she couldn't believe it.
Her hands were sweeping the table in search for the pouch containing the right powder, while she leaned her bosom on its edge and countered his stare with hers.
"So what brings you here Aymar?", her voice lowered as she spoke the words, her legs slightly opened under her cloth. The Inquisitor noticed, yet remained stoic.
"My niece sister Phillipa told me of heretical lustful rituals taking place in your very convent. And when we arrived, we witnessed an unclean spirit, poorly posing as an angel, escaping."
Tyanna lost her trail of thought at the sight of his lush lips moving and her inner voice scolded her. What was this uncontrollable desire slowly devouring her? Especially now, at the razor's edge.
Regaining her composure, Tyanna's voice echoed with determination.
"Indeed Aymar, Phillipa foresaw it and with admirable initiative summoned you. I realised the snake in my garden last night, a malicious shrew by the name of Madeline, under the watch of your men at this very moment. As for the demon, what you and the men saw was his banishment."
Aymar's vicious smile returned to his lips as he approached her, breaking her concentration.
"Intriguing", he said coarsely, "that's not what Phillipa told me"
Cursing the nun in her mind, Tyanna finally felt the pouch with the powder. She needed to act fast and true.
"You are the great high Inquisitor Aymar", Tyanna leaned forward to meet his smile with her own, her velvet voice her last defence, "They say you know a witch by pure instinct from a mile away".
Her fingers dipped in the pouch, yet her every move remained gentle and quiet.
"What does your instinct say now ?"
Aymar suddenly made a step back, his grin grew wider and let out a chuckle.
"Put your hand out of that pouch".
Tyanna's eyes sank, her hand moved on its own to throw the powder on his face. Aymar expected it and grabbed it mid air, squeezing it fiercely.
"Unhand me this instant you-"
His other hand grabbed her waist and pushed her on his chest. The Mother Superior failed to comprehend her feelings as their breaths were intertwining. Shock, Confusion, Fear, Passion? All of the above? When she looked at his amethyst eyes, her focus began to wane.
"I know how to spot a witch", his voice sounded more hypnotic in her ears, "because only a witch can make me feel this way"
That was the moment Tyanna felt something else stirring below him, beckoning her.
"How dare you, I am a woman of God!", the words came out trembling and clumsy.
His voice remained alluring, yet filled with roughness and judgement, "No. You are a sinner. And I'm here to punish you".
Tyanna managed to release her hand and struck him. His response was the wolfish grin , followed by him turning the other cheek. Seething, she grabbed his head and bit his lips so hard they bled, sending him back in pain.
"You want to punish me Inquisitor?", Tyanna said as she licked the blood from her chin.
Aymar wiped his mouth , glaring at the sinful nun before him.
Tyanna bit her lips and opened her arms wide, "Do your worst"
Aymar snatched her and ripped her cloth in seconds. His strength was unlike any man she had ever encountered, his aroma was a mix of sweat an the the faint scent of the blood of his enemies, and Tyanna thirsted more than a starved vampire.
He didn't have to put any more force, she had already kneeled to greet him, and greet him she did. In all her years of sin and magic, this was Tyanna's first time she admired the sight of cock. She could hold it with both hands, veiny and relentless.
He grinned again and pinned her on the wall , his thrusts upon her throat , deep , hard , quick and true.
Tyanna was no mere virgin. She reserved her breath and suddenly swallowed it whole, her fingers grabbed firmly his balls while her tongue tapped the shaft.
Aymar roared like lion savouring the challenge.
"You..."
She winked at him and controlled the rhythm of the motion, licking the tip in a slow circle every time , then again devouring it along with his balls. She suddenly rose with her own growl, her right hand stroking the dripping tool while her tongue ventured across his neck all the way to his lips, then bit his ear.
"Is that all, Inquisitor", she whispered in his ear, "not impressed".
Aymar retorted just as quickly. Lifting her like a feather ,he also picked up his whip and chains from his belt and satchel .
Tyanna was taken aback by his speed, without realising how and when , she found herself with her hands bound above her head and her face to the door.
"Time to confess your sins Tyanna" Aymar said with a menacing delight.
The first lash stroke her back with undeniable skill, the pain was like a sweet lightning, a moan of actual pleasure escaped her lips before she could form a thought. Such moans were music to Aymar's ears, yet Tyanna's echoed with a different melody, darker, more addictive . He whipped again and again, slashing the air and sound from the room in different lines, turning her back and ass into a burning canvas of lust. Tyanna's voice uttered only screaming laughter and ecstatic cries. She portuded her scarlet bottom, begging for more with tears in her eyes.
"You enjoy it", Aymar said.
"More!", she demanded, "go on, punish me more".
Aymar laughed and licked his bloodstained lip, "No".
"What!? You can't do that"
"Only if you beg for it"
Tyanna scoffed, "I'll die first"
She felt his right hand caressing her neck and cheeks while the fingers of his left petted her infernal pussy.
"Liar" he whispered in her ear so softly and deeply she bit her lips.
He pushed her head so that their eyes meet, filling the little space between them with primal invisible sparks.
After a silence that lived for only moment yet felt like an eon, Aymar raised his left hand in front of the her.
"Taste thy lies, witch"
Tyanna gasped neither from shock, nor by profanity. Dread filled the entirety of her being as a force ,unknowable to her until that very moment ,compelled her to obey.
Her eyes never left his. She licked her juices like water in the desert.
"Untie me good sir", she said , "and I'll repent"
Their lips finally met, their tongues fought their own battle of submission.
In all her years of orgies, lustful rituals and sacrifices , of all of the lovers both men and women that came and passed, Tyanna had never felt such yearning, never did she submit willingly to a partner. He was just a vicious fanatical brute, why was he falling for him?
Aymar usually stayed only at lashing the witches he judged and at special occasions he even allowed them to come before their end. This woman, this false nun, her golden hair mixed with white, the deceit in her eyes matching his own cruelty, her unyielding fire was warming a part of his heart he thought long dead. He shivered as an absurd thought crossed his mind ; keep her as a prisoner and not burn her, or even perhaps redeem her somehow.
One should wonder, though, what does redemption mean to a wolf in man's skin like him?
Their battle of lust pushed them to the limits of both body and spirit. Tyanna growled in pure ecstacy and rage, as he placed her, still bound, to her desk and pulled her hair. Aymar spat at her rear, he decided he would no longer be so lenient.
Tyanna was caught off guard, yet the years of experience allowed her to endure such a sneak attack. However, his tool did require some moments for her to adjust, time that he maliciously denied, as he began thrusting with savage fervour.
"Damn you!", she said and at once began muttering a spell, yet Aymar was expecting this. Before she could utter the last incantation, he gagged her with a piece of her cloth.
The mother superior struggled to free herself, provoking more of the High Inquisitor's ire. He lifted her again and made her lean before the mirror.
"Behold!" , he said and spanked her crimson bottom while still thrusting her, "behold the defeated jezebel".
Tyanna's eyes fell upon her wrinkles and silver edges and averted her gaze.
"No!", he pulled her back and twisted her nipples before grabbing her cheeks, "you shall escape neither your corrupting beauty, nor the death of your vanity"
Tyanna's eyes began to water, yet she suppressed the tears, she refused to show any sign of weakness.
"Say that you are a jezebel!"
He spanked both cheeks, her eyes now squinted in confusion.
"Say it!", his commanding voice echoed with pure brimstone that made her entire body melt.
She tried to muffle "I can't ".
His laugh sent sparks across her hair, "Let me help you then".
He stayed in her ass, deep and steady, as he removed her gag. Tyanna looked upon the mirror once more, not to herself but to her riveting rival. It was her turn to laugh and ambush him, as she finished the spell.
He immediately fell on his knees, cursing and struggling. With thunderous laughter, the naked nun grabbed his cheeks and spat him on the face, "you vile, alluring brute", she said as she slapped him and held his throat, "now you're mine. On your knees before the bed."
The Inquisitor obeyed, the sight of the witch beckoning him, sitting by the side of the bed, her legs wide open reinforced what was already blooming inside him.
"Lick me!"
The moment she felt his tongue on her pussy, her thighs trapped his head and neck while her hands pet his hair.
Aymar gagged ,yet persevered, his tongue like a sword slashing, piercing, pummeling, it hit her from all sides, forming lines, letters, numbers. Tyanna scarcely controlled her moans and smile. He was her best, there was no more denying. Despair began creeping across her mind. She desired him, perhaps he could be turned, coerced from the grace of God and together they could stay young for....for...
Trembling, her legs released him , her thoughts froze and her eyes widened. As she was coming, Aymar kept on with his siege, fingering her. Panting, Tyanna wiped the sweat from her brow, yet the respite was short lived.
Aymar had already got up an grabbed her legs, placing them on his shoulders. Tyanna gasped as she noticed his grin and his tool already tapping her at the edge of the bed.
"I command you to..."
"Poor pretty witch", he laughed, "the spell never held me".
"Impossible" was the last word she could muster, before feeling him again inside her. Before she could form the thought of attempting another spell, his lips and tongue overwhelmed hers.
Tyanna surrendered to him, body, spirit, soul. After so many years and partners, Tyanna, the false Mother Superior , the unaging Witch fell in love.
Aymar's lust never failed to help him track down and humiliate a heretical woman. Yet he could deny it no more, this one was different, what was rooting and blooming in him was love.
As the realisation shined on the both, the thrusts became harder and faster, moving the bed towards the wall. The witch saw the opportunity and pushed him on his back. She scratched his pecs and chest as she was dangling on his tool.
"Cum for me Inquisitor!"
Aymar's thrusts went deeper than ever before, then lifted her one final time .while his hands held her gold-grey mane, Tyanna giggled like a teenage girl, as he erupted all over her like a volcano.
As the last of their lusts were swept away with his come, both were lost in each other' s eyes, pondering ;
'What happens now?'