Princess to Pleasure Slave 25: Insidious Imp Edition Read online

  "Good, good," said Rasoot, stroking her head. "Taste my cock."

  Brookwen began to enthusiastically suck Rasoot's red cock. She moaned and slurped while the women in the chapel watched. Many of them spread their legs and lifted their habits to begin pleasuring themselves. Ioana turned to Clarya and the two young sisters began to kiss and pleasure one another. In some rows, sisters dropped to their knees to lick one another. Some, particularly comely like Sister Velina, sprawled in the aisle while several of her fellows sisters kissed, licked, sucked, and caressed her body.

  When the time came, the sisters paused in their pleasure and watched as Brookwen rose up to her feet and Rasoot sat back in his throne with his cock pointed upwards. Brookwen faced the chapel, her face red with pleasure, and she squatted down upon the imp's cock. She rode up and down atop him, her saggy tits bouncing wildly as her cries of pleasure echoed in the hall. The women fingers and licked and sucked their way to a crescendo of glorious pleasure, rising in perfect time to the ecstasy of Brookwen.

  "Be blessed by my seed!" Rasoot cried and he grabbed Brookwen's hips and slammed his cock upwards into her glistening quim. She wailed with ecstasy and Ioana was certain she could see Rasoot's cock throbbing as it pumped his seed up into Brookwen's womb. Fully sated and seeded, Brookwen collapsed off Rasoot's lap and onto the floor. Rasoot motioned to Ioana and Clarya and they joined him at the throne.

  "I made her wait for you, Ioana," murmured the imp, caressing Ioana's face. "I know she was cruel to you in the past, so I withheld my blessing."

  "You are too kind to me, Rasoot," she said, kissing his clawed feet.

  "Come, I would enjoy you two lovely girls again tonight," he said, taking their hands. He walked between them out of the chapel. Sister Superior Agatha followed obediently behind them.

  The doors thumped closed as the chapel echoed with a hundred cries of pleasure and lust. The Order of the Mountain Flower was no more; the Order of the Blessed Imp had only just begun.