untrue nun possessed by demon begs for dick on halloween evening

The night was crisp and dark, with a hint of chill in the air. It was Halloween evening, and the streets were deserted, save for the occasional trick-or-treater and their parents. Across town, in an old convent that had been abandoned for decades, a strange sight could be seen through the broken windows.

A figure in a tattered nun’s habit paced restlessly in one of the upstairs rooms. Her eyes were wild and her movements jerky, as if she were in the throes of some internal struggle. As she moved, she muttered to herself, her words distorted and barely understandable.

Suddenly, she stopped and let out an unearthly scream, her body convulsing violently. When the fit passed, she collapsed to the floor, spent. But the change in her was already apparent. Her features had sharpened, become more angular and predatory. Her eyes glowed an eerie red in the darkness.

The possessed nun rose to her feet, cracking her joints as she did so. She let out a low, guttural laugh, relishing the power that now flowed through her. She was no longer a meek servant of God, but a servant of darkness, a demon in a nun’s habit.

Her thoughts turned to the throbbing between her legs, a constant ache that could only be assuaged by one thing. She needed cock, needed to be filled and stretched by a thick, pulsing member. The demon within her craved it with an intensity that bordered on madness.

She summoned her powers, reaching out with her mind to find a target, someone who could satisfy her urges. Almost immediately, she felt a presence nearby, a young man out for a late night walk. She focused her energies on him, compelling him to come to the convent, to submit to her wants and needs.

It wasn’t long before she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, the creaking of ancient floorboards. The young man entered the room, his eyes glazed and unfocused. He moved towards her like a sleepwalker, responding to her unspoken commands.

She wasted no time, yanking his pants down and freeing his cock from its confines. It was just as she had hoped – thick and hard, with a bulbous head that wept precum. She wrapped her mouth around it, sucking and slurping like a woman possessed (which she was, in more ways than one).

The young man moaned, his hands fumbling with the fastenings of her habit. He tugged it open, revealing her breasts, pale and full in the moonlight. He attacked them with his mouth, sucking and biting at her nipples until she cried out.

She pulled away from his cock, spitting on it and stroking it with her hand. “Fuck me,” she hissed, her voice a cruel command. “Fuck me hard and without mercy. I need it, I need your cock splitting me open, filling me up. Make me scream.”

The young man didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed her onto the floor, yanking her habit up around her waist. She was naked beneath it, her pussy already wet and eager for him. He shoved his cock into her without preamble, burying himself to the hilt in one hard thrust.

She screamed, her back arching off the floor. It was exactly what she needed, what she craved. The pain and pleasure mixed together, driving her to new heights of ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper, urging him on.

He obliged, pounding into her with a frenzied abandon. The room echoed with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, with her cries and moans, with his grunts of exertion. It was a scene of pure passion and depravity, of a possessed nun giving in to her demonic desires.

She could feel her climax approaching, the tension building in her core. She reached up, clawing at his back, drawing blood. “Harder,” she demanded. “Faster. Make me cum.”

He redoubled his efforts, slamming into her with a bruising force. She came with a scream, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice. He followed shortly after, pouring his seed into her with a groan.

They lay there for a moment, panting and sweat-slicked. But the respite was short-lived. The demon within her was greedy, insatiable. She needed more, needed to be filled again and again.

She pushed him off of her, mounting him in one fluid motion. She rode him hard and fast, her hips slapping against his as she took her pleasure. He lasted longer this time, but eventually she milked him dry, her pussy milking every last drop from his spent cock.

She dismounted him, leaving him sprawled on the floor, staring up at her with dazed eyes. She felt sated, for now. But she knew it wouldn’t last. The demon would always be there, always craving more. She would have to keep feeding its lust, keep satisfying its insatiable hunger.

She pulled her habit back into place, adjusting it so that it once again obscured her body. She looked down at the young man, feeling a momentary pang of pity for him. He was just a pawn, a means to an end. He would remember nothing of this night, nothing of his encounter with the possessed nun.

She turned to leave, melding with the shadows and disappearing into the night. The convent fell silent once more, the only sound the skittering of rats in the walls. But those who knew what to listen for could still hear the echoes of her cries, the sounds of the demon nun’s insatiable lust.