Mist (Closed for Mhorashty and myself)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It was time, she knew it was time, she knew that by the setting sun, the firey orange light fading ever so slowly in the distance, giving way to the darker shadows that preyed upon that light. Night was falling, the time of darkness, shadows, chilling breezes, a haunting mist, and the ever present howls of the creatures that called this dark time of day, home.

It was time. As much as she didn't want it to be. She had come of age that very day, at the hour of 6am, exactly 18 years since the day, the hour, the minute, she had drawn her first breath, crying into the new morning.. She had 12 hours from that hour, to leave, leave the only home she had ever known, the only place that had ever been.... home...

The Home, as it was called, places like this never had or was given a proper name. The Home, where children, unwanted, not needed, unloved, were sent, or found their way to. It was run by several compassionate adults. In this day and age, the time of Kings and Queens, of Elves and Dwarves, of Wizards and Witches, of Vampires and Lycans... in this day and age, compassion was hard to come by. Hell, Survival was hard to come by. It was nothing short of a miracle that the children who made it to the doors of The Home, were alive, and had made it there in such a state.

Some were brought, by relatives, or others. Some came in the mid of the night, scared, alone, hungry.... All were orphans... Most had lost parents to battle, or perhaps to a hunting Vampire or Lycan... Most only knew one parent, the other was an unknown among a sea of faces. All had the same thing in common, they were unwanted, unloved.... alone...

Mist came to The Home as an infant, barely a few days old. She had been left at the door, abandoned. No name, no family, no love. She was named for the mist that surrounded her, and that shrouded the grounds that night. Pale, weak, it was thought she would not survive. But survive she did, and thrive. This was her home...

But not anymore. She had come of age. The rule of The Home was simple, and brutal really. Once you come of age, 18 seasons, you were to leave. It was that simple, that matter of fact. You had 12 hours...

She had come of age nearly 12 hours ago.... it was time for her to go.

It was funny, thought the Elder who ran The Home. The same Elder who had found Mist outside the gates, whimpering, alone, abandoned. It was funny how the same mist that had announced her arrival to The Home, seemed to have returned to see her leave. The Elder smiled, she would miss the girl, the girl with the long pale golden hair, and the matching golden eyes , she would miss her angelic beauty, and the sound of her voice when she spoke, sang, or prayed.

"it is time, Mist"

"Yes Grandmother" that was what Mist called the Elder Woman, had always called her....

She had already made her decision. She had read and researched as best she could, choosing to join the order of the heavens... to become what one may call a nun.... to forsake all that is worldly and instead devote herself to the heavens above.

Mist had made the decision to journey to the Abbey of the Celestial, where she would train, learn, and devote herself to the order, the Abbey, the Church... She had heard of the Reverend there, a very charismatic man, who sought to build upon his church.... Mist had been intrigued, the Reverend had seemed kind and gentle, and in her correspondence with him, he had promised to teach her, to bless her... Her correspondence had been little, in this day and age, a runner who could survive to bring parchments was rare, but several had gotten thru over the months, and she would be welcomed there when she arrived.

"Grandmother, I will send word when I arrive, I promise" the sweet girl kissed the Elder Woman's cheek, fighting back her own tears. She would come back, she vowed to herself, some day....

 

[Mhorashty]

Abbot Vetis

"Thank You, Ornias. Once more, you prove yourself as the greatest corruptor in the pits." The cracked mirror opened revieling the viasge of the Great Corruptor. "Make use of my gift to you, Brother Vetis. Now we are even." The young Abbot stared into the demonic eyes of his brother and nodded. The mirror reassembled itself and left Vetis staring at his own young, human visage. The only tell tale signs of his possession were the scortch marks over his human heart. He laughed. He'd chosen the perfect host. A young, charismatic, idealistic, but human Abbot. The human trait was most important. Human's were flawed. Humans could be corrupted, just as what had happened over the last year with the abbot...

Vetis knew he was a better corruptor than his brother Ornias, but Ornias was a master at weakening the will of mortals. Vetis planted the seeds.. and Ornias provided what they would need to grow and blossom. Now, Vetis reaped the rewards. The Abby of the Celestial was the perfect gatehouse. The holy site it was built on had been the focus of years of bloodshed, creating a unique condition.. it's connection to the heavens was as great as it's connection to the pits. Slowly Vetis donned his robes and walked out of the basement chamber. He cast a glance back, staring at the two bloody, broken, naked nuns who laid on the ground. Blood had been needed for his ascent. As had sex.. and both had been provided when the Abbot came upon two of his nun's making love in the basement... that's when it occured. The Abbot snapped as the blossoms of hate, anger, lust, jealousy and fear took hold.

Vetis hadn't wanted the lesbian nun's to die, but he had no control over the Abbot until too late. He would have too secure some new servents. Ones who could be corrupted and used... forced to provide him with a means of tainting those who came to the abby for guidence... souls that would empower him.. and allow him to continue on his dark quest...

Vetis walked to the office of the Abbot, the candles in the hall extinguishing as he walked passed. He opened the door and entered. He sat at his desk where a scroll waited for him.. a scroll detailing what would be the arrival of his newest nun.. the first who would serve the corrupt abbot. He would need to have that mess taken care of by the time she arrives...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The Elder, Grandmother as Mist called her, had arranged for the journey to the Abbey. She had hired the most trustworthy of men, a squire named Cedric. Cedric was not the smartest in the land, nor was he the best looking. But he was innocent, and knew the roads of the various villages and kingdoms like the back of his hand. He would get her to the Abbey of the Celestial, and he would get her there safely, and with her innocence and virginity still intact.

It was her parting gift to the girl.....

As the carriage pulled away, the journey would take nearly a fortnight, the Elder felt a deep sense of foreboding come over her. It was not just the darkness, the night, the shadows, but something more.... beastial.... she had almost called the girl back, but something had silenced her tongue, and she could only watch as Mist was drawn away from the safety of The Home, and into the world... the dark, sometimes very cruel, world.

The journey itself was uneventful, Cedric had indeed mapped out the best route, stopping in the various villages along the way for the overnights. Mist arrived at the Abbey of the Celestial, at just past sunset on the 5th day, Cedric had made good time. He left her at the large oaken gates, she was quite the vision in her virginal white. That had been required, or so the last parchment said. Virginal white, to show her devotion and her dedication to what she would become. Her long pale blonde hair was braided, and snaked down her back. She was a stunning site, that even Cedric paused, wondering in his not so smart mind, if this were the right thing to do. But he had his orders, from the Elder...

Mist reached up to pull the long, thick rope that hung beside the gates, the bell within echoing into the impeding darkness. She hoped the Reverend would be ok with her arriving a little early, and she wondered how many other nuns she would meet. She was looking forward to making a couple of new friends...

 

[Mhorashty]

The Sisters

The bell sounded through the entire abbey, disrupting the meditation of the Abbot. Vetis looked up, his eyes flared a deep red and he observed the doorway to the abbey. He saw his most recent arrival. He stared at her quietly for a few moments before coming back to himself. His mind reached out and touched the minds of his servants from the pit, Callista, Annabelle. Our guest hath arrived. Greet her. Take her to her room, then take her to the baths, inspect her. Make sure she is pristine and ready for our ritual. You may use her for a little while, but do not break her, and do not. I REPEAT. Do NOT deflower her.

The sisters-cum-demons nodded their heads and replied softly, “Yes, Abbot Urban.” The two sisters looked at each other and an evil grin flourished across their beautiful features. “This is going to be fun.” Callista said softly to Annabelle, who nodded. The twins stood slowly and in perfect unison.

A short time later, the doors parted and standing in the doorway of the Abbey of the Celestial were the beautiful sister Nun’s, in traditional frock. They both bowed, once again in perfect unison, and spoke the words echoing from both their mouths. “Welcome, Guest. Please come in, and be well. We welcome you to the Abbey of the Celestial. Abbot Urban sends his regards and has asked that we escort you to your room and help you prepare for your dedication ritual. We are the sisters Seraphine.” The dark haired, green eyes beauty bowed, “I am Callista.” Then the other sister bowed as well, blonde terresses falling from behind her ear, a pair of beautiful blue eyes staring up at the new arrival, “I am Annabelle.”

The girls ushered her in with twin smiles, they took her luggage and shut the doors behind her, and then began leading Mist down a candle lit hallway. “Abbot Urban will meet you for the first time tonight at the ritual of dedication. He has been looking forward to your arrival and spoke very highly of your correspondences.” Callista said as they led her through the maze like halls of the Abbey…

Meanwhile… the heavy, re-enforced oak doors transformed into stone, masking the fact that doors ever allowed entrance by any into this desecrated home of the spiritual. Two Imps looked down from their posts above the door way and grinned at each other. Master Vetis was unforgiving, but the rewards he granted to those who loyally served him were unheard of. They would guard this door from the Heavenly Host themselves, just for the opportunity to lap the sweat from this new maidens’ ample bosom.

Annabelle opened the door to the simple chamber that was Mist’s new home. “Callista, please go run a hot bath, prepare the proper herbs and oils that will be needed, we will rejoin you shortly.” Annabelle said softly to her sister, her voice was but a hushed whisper which echoed off the barren walls and touched Mist almost like the caress of a lover. “Of course, sister.” Callista replied, bowing and pulling the door shut behind them. Callista skipped off down the hallways, not a sound traversing the distance. Silence. Absolute.

Annabelle set Mist’s luggage down on her simple bedding. “Welcome to your new home. The Abbot asks that we not clutter our rooms with many things, but only with small tasteful objects which hold much importance to us. If you would like I will leave and return in a little while to lead you to the bath.. or I could stay and keep you company.” Annabelle stepped behind Mist, her hands coming to rest on the new arrivals hips. Her face pressing near the girls’ ear, her tempting, caressing voice whispered against Mist’s ear. Offering company and so much more…

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

A heated bath, that sounded sooo good to Mist that she never noticed, nor paid any attention to, the twin nun's .... peculiarities... The trip had been long, and truth be told, Mist was tired... and hungry.... and again, a heated bath, nothing could have sounded better to her in that moment, after just arriving....

The place was huge, and more than alittle intimidating.... "Spooky" Mist had whispered to herself as the twins lead her down many twists and turns, the shadows seeming to reach out and try to touch her as they moved...

Now she stood in what would be her.... home....

And for a brief moment, she doubted her decision to come here, so far away from anyone, and anything, familiar...

"or I could stay and keep you company."

For a moment, Mist had not even completely comprehended what the girl... Annabelle... had said... except to say she would stay and keep her company... That sounded more than good to Mist, she did not want to be alone, in all honesty, and was grateful the Abbot had thought to send a couple of holy ones almost her own age to greet her and help her... Surely He was looking out for her wellbeing, and comfort... she would have to thank Him....

Annabelle's touch, on the other hand, made Mist shiver slightly. She was not used to be touched so intimately, so closely, and this, to her was quite intimate. She did not want to insult Annabelle, that was the last thing she wanted to do, but she did not understand why the girl was standing soooo close, touching her, the warmth of her breath tickling her ear...

Mist remained quiet, her breathing increasing, her skin warming.. the sensations were rolling over her as she felt the girl press gently to her back...

"I'd very much like if you would stay" she found herself whispering...

Annabelle needed no more invitation than that... the girl, Mist, already intruigued her, and aroused her... she had only her sister to play with for such a long time, that the prospect of touching, tasting, sampling, new prey... almost made her mouth water... and Mist was intoxicating.... just her scent, that sweet smell of innocence, was curling around her, nearly driving the demonic entity wild....

Her hands encircle Mist's waist, fingers gliding forward, along the plane of her belly... she was careful in her actions, not wanting to spook the innocent one.. She was dying to taste of her, her skin, her lips, her tongue...

Mist was still as perplexed as ever. She was not really all that afraid, she did not fear the twin girls... maybe she should have, maybe that would have saved her in the end, had that fear come forth then, and not later... but that is a mute point now. Fact is, Mist welcomed the touch, the closeness, she had been denied that for so long, her entire life. Life at The Home, was lonely amidst all the kids. And the adults, the adults there did their best to NOT become close to any of the unwanted children.... even tho Mist loved Grandmother, even she had tried not to get too close... Mist was starved for touch, for closeness, for intimacy....

She did not understand, nor did she protest... Annabelle took that as a indication of want... she letting her delicate fingers gently stroke along Mist's quivering belly... letting her breath play along her bared throat, warm, enticing, feeling Mist shiver slightly...

Mist was dressed in simple attire. A long black skirt, and a white blouse, almost as nunly as what the twins were wearing, with her long nearly white blonde hair pulled back... Annabelle let her fingers trace along the band of the skirt, as she ever so tenderly kissed the curve of that throat before her...

"Mmmmmm" Annabelle purred along the skin, she already tasted so sweet, so succulent to her, and Annabelle had barely even started...

Mist was liking the sensation of the girl touching her, and she found herself relaxing into that touch, and the tender purr....

Annabelle was nearly drooling at the thought of what this girl would taste like.. she just knew she had to be careful getting to that point...

And careful she was.... Some 20 minutes later, Annabelle and Mist were on the bed, Mist was naked, Annabelle having gently slipped the skirt, and blouse, and undergarments from the trembling girl's body. The fire burning in the small hearth provided a warm glow, only adding to the heat that Mist was feeling...

Annabelle was over the beautiful new girl, mouth suckling now on the left nipple, pulling, nipping. Mist's right nipple already bore the evidence of Annabelle's attentions, peaked, dark pink, and aroused... and wet from the girl's mouth. Mist was moaning, arching from the bed as Annabelle continued nursing... she was lost in the sensations and emotions racing thru her. She sooo exhausted from her trip, and sooo lonely from her upbringing, that Annabelle found it more than easy to bring her to this condition, writhing under her on the bed...

She trailed her lips further down, she had to taste this innocent sweetness, she had too... Opening Mist's leg's, Annabelle dipped her head down...

Her tongue slid within those pristine folds of Mist's sex... Mist crying out ... a soft sound, mewling, as she gripped the bedding under her... Annabelle licking .. tasting.. her tongue pushing within... then curling around that virginal clit.. Both Annabelle and Mist heard another moaning, and when Annabelle lifted her head, she saw her sister standing there watching, eyes wide, hand beneath her garments, it was obvious the twin girl was playing with herself... Annabelle grinned at her sister, a wet, seductive grin... "she tastes wonderful" the girl whispered, as she lowered her head back down...

Mist was moaning now... and Annabelle knew what she was doing was having the desired effect... she pausing only to slip a finger delicately into her... penetrating her... feeling Mist's muscles tighten around ... she daring to slide deeper .... "careful sister" came Callista's warning... "remember what we were told".... Annabelle could easily forget in the midst of this, but her twin's words bring her back to the moment... "yessss" she purrs against Mist's pussy... curling her finger a bit and instead finding that one spot so deep within... Mist nearly screams at the sudden sensation, her back arching, her body squirming as Annabelle tickles her clit with the tip of her tongue... a moment later and Mist's climax floods her pussy, Annabelle smiling as she laps at the sweet fluids.. beckoning her sister over to taste, and a moment later both are devouring, drinking from Mist... the orgasm waning... Mist whimpering.... and the Twins wondering.............................................

......................................... had they gone tooo far??

 

[Mhorashty]

The Imp

The twins, Annabelle and Callista paused in their incessant drinking and devouring of Mist’s sweet fluids to exchange knowing glances. They then took only a moment longer to kiss each other and wipe there faces of Mist’s stray fluids before crawling up her body and resting against her. The two demonic nun’s whispering soft, sweet nothings to the girl who lay whimpering. They did their best to comfort her and reassure her that nothing that they had done was wrong or improper. ”Rest now, beautiful Mist.” Callista’s hand stroked her under her rib cage down to the untrimmed mound of the virgin. Callista noting that they would have make sure to teach the girl a thing or two about maintaining herself. During the bath they would remove the hair entirely; such was the wish of the Abbot. ”Yes, shining one. We will wake you shortly so that we may go prepare you for the dedication ceremony this evening where you will meet the Abbot himself.” Annabelle whispered to the girl, pressing her own mostly naked form to the girl. Basking in the warmth and after glow. Once the twins had talked Mist into sleeping they themselves slipped into a slumber all their own.

Hours later, after the sun had finally set one of the door guards flittered down the hallway to the open door that contained the three sleeping women. He was small for a demon, barely more than two feet tall. He was thin, with grayish, leathery skin and horns. Ictinike, was the name by which he was called from the pits. Ictinike stopped in the doorway and fluttered for a few moments, staring at the awe inspiring sight that was the three nuns’s laying all in different states of undress, covered in fluids, evidence of what had occurred. Ictinike cursed himself as he would have really enjoyed the show.

The creature lurched forward and settled on the floor near Callista. ”Sister Callista, the sun has set. Perhaps you should rise and begin bathing and preparing for the evening ahead.” It said in a gravelly voice. Callista rolled onto her side and looked down at the insignificant imp. Her hand moved to her hip and slowly trailed up to her firm, round breasts and then slowly down her taut stomach and over her neatly trimmed mound, taunting the little creature whose eyes lingered on her fingertips. ”Ictinike, you would probably give your sight to taste what my fingers have touched just now… wouldn’t you?” The lowly creature could only nod and lick leathery lips.

”Be gone. She stirs.” Callista said and slowly rose from the bed as the imp retreated. Callista reached out and shook Annabelle slightly and then turned and strolled out into the hallway naked. She would go reheat the water, while Annabelle prepared Mist for what was about to come.

Annabelle drew herself up onto her elbow and draped her other arm lazily across Mist. Her fingers started playing in the thatch of untrimmed hair resting on the girls mound, before her fingers slowly dipped down and began caressing and stimulating the other girl’s clitoris. ”Mist, it is time. You must wake. We need to prepare you for your dedication.”

Annabelle continued her caressing and molesting of the poor, worn out, sleeping girl…

Callista trekked down the long hallway and towards the baths. She stepped into the room and smiled, seeing the steaming water. She added some essential oils and perfumes to the water, scents that were very familiar and had a strong effect on Callista… she propped herself on the edge of the bath and leaned against the wall.. her fingers trailing down between her legs.. she began to play. The scents of the perfume, oils, and dried sex arousing her almost as easily as her own caresses, after a few moments playing she felt a slightly familiar leathery finger caressing her slit. ”Your too bold, imp. Be happy I am in need of pleasure, or your hand would be the cost of your transgression… be quick, as if you know anything else, Annabelle and Mist should be arriving soon.” Ictinike smirked and flitted up closer to her, his tail wrapped about and replacing his finger on her wet slit. His hands caressed her full, heavy breasts while his impish little mouth locked around her nipple.

Callista arched and cried out in delight as her hand fell away from her slit and to the leathery little beasts’ penis. She began coaxing it to arousal as he continued to work his fingers and tail against her sensitive flesh…