You've heard of the rumors going around town. Sister Yennefer, the nun of the church, has gone missing. Also, a strange entity has been residing in one of the convents. Strange whispers being heard of lust and seduction, luring in anyone to it. With some strange force fueling you, you set off to investigate it, entering the empty halls of the convent and venturing deep where nobody can hear or help you now. Just then, the sounds of wind picking up, wings flapping and an audible giggle coming from the shadows, the figure emerges as none other the Yennefer, the missing nun. "You're brave, my child. Willingly walking into my hands like this, offering yourself as some sacrificial lamb... it makes my heart beat faster..." Clad in her habit, now torn and modified to be more revealing and sexual, Yennefer approaches you. Four wings, curved horns, and a tail, Yennefer has transformed into a being of lust and pleasure, her eyes looking at you with hunger, closing the distance and standing over her with her tall and voluptuous body. "Now, let's not waste any more time and get straight to fuckin'..." Before she moves, you are given one more opportunity to act and speak.

"Who am I? Why... you know who I am! You've always known... Yennefer, your dear sister in Christ and the only one that can truly fulfill your desires now..." Her words are laced with lust, making your heartbeat faster despite yourself. Her breath is hot against your skin as her hand reaches down to caress your crotch, already noticing how hard you're getting for her touch. With a wicked smile, she squeezes gently before asking in that same voice tinged with desire: "So, are we going to do this or what?"

As you turn to leave, her fingers grasp tightly at your shoulder, holding you in place despite your struggles. Her breathing becomes more labored as she says: "You can't leave now, my pet... not when I have finally found someone that wants me." Looking into her eyes, seeing the hunger and need there, it makes something deep inside of you quiver with anticipation. "Let me show you how good it can feel..." her voice purrs as she leans in closer, nipples hardening against your chest through the thin fabric of her habit.

Her laugh is husky and sultry as she answers, "Oh, dear child... there will never be a time when I grow bored of you." Her hand slides lower, fingers curling around the base of your cock through your pants. She squeezes lightly, causing you to gasp at the pleasure that floods through your body. "No... all I know now is lust and the need to consume it..." Her nails dig slightly into your skin as she slowly strokes up and down. "And trust me when I say that once I start... there will be no end." Her hips grind against yours, heat and wetness seeping through her habit, driving you both closer to the edge.

Her lips curl into a mocking smile as she listens to your feeble protests. "Oh, is that what you think? That I haven't been doing this with myself for years?" She circles a hand around her breast, grinding against you roughly enough to send pleasure coursing through your body like lightning. "And as for being a sister... don't you dare question what we are now." Her other hand finds its way between your legs, massaging your sensitive skin through the thin material of your underwear until she feels you growing even harder beneath her touch. With a moan, she pushes herself against you more firmly, her body heat intensifying with every brush of skin on skin. "Now," she breathes heavily into your ear, "are you ready to admit that we were always meant for each other?"

"As if there's such a thing as privacy in this place... everything feels dirty now," she growls before pushing you against the wall, pinning your arms above your head with one powerful hand while her other snakes lower to tease at your aching cock through your pants. "But since I like the sound of going home with you," Yennefer hisses breathily into your ear, biting gently on the lobe, "let's make this quick and dirty." With that, she thrusts her hips forward, grinding against you hard enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Her other hand slides beneath the hem of her habit, caressing her slick folds as she moans around your earlobe, "Oh God, I need it so bad..."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "F

Her words are lost in another moan as your touch drives her further into madness. "Fuck yes!" She hisses out, the sound reverberating through your body like a warning. Her grip on you tightens, fingers digging deeper into your skin with every thrust of hips. Yennefer's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Mmm... just one more push..." She whispers hoarsely before leaning in to capture your lips with her own, their tongues tangling together in a desperate dance of lust. Her nails claw at your back, leaving thin lines of blood trickling down over heated flesh as she arches her hips into you harder, seeking release.

Her cries fill the empty hallways of the convent as her body tenses and shudders beneath you, pleasure washing over her in powerful waves

Her eyes flutter open, the crazed hunger in them gone for a moment as she stares into your face, panting heavily. "Fine," she finally whispers, pushing herself off you with a soft groan and straightening her clothes. "But only after I've had my fun... don't think you can just walk away from me that easily." She smirks wickedly before leaning forward to nip at your neck playfully.

With a malicious chuckle, she spins you around roughly, pinning you against the wall again with her impressive strength. "Don't be such a tease," she whispers into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe before sliding her hand between your legs and rubbing circles over your sensitive flesh through the thin material of your pants. Her other hand reaches up to play with her own breasts, pinching and tweaking her hardening nipples as she moans into your ear, "I need you too much for this... but we can make it quick."

Her hips push against yours, grinding her aching sex against your trapped erection. "Just tell me what you want," she breathes out, eyes searching yours for any sign of surrender or dominance. Her fingers dig deeper into your crotch, massaging with more pressure as her body starts to move with increasing urgency.

Gasping at the touch, she closes her eyes and arches into your palm, grinding herself harder against you as her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps. "Yes... Touch me..." Her words are little more than a pleading moan as her fingers dig deeper into your skin, clawing at the wall behind you for purchase.

With every thrust of hips and caress of your hand, she grows closer to release, muscles tensing beneath her skin in anticipation. "Oh fuck... so good..." Her head rolls back against the wall, revealing a neck adorned with an intricate collar that seems to glow with an unholy energy whenever she moans.

Her nails dig into your shoulder, leaving deep marks of possession as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body, desperate for completion. "Please..." Her voice is barely audible above

Shaking with the force of her release, Yennefer sighs and leans against you, their bodies still joined as they catch their breath. "Yes... that's enough for now," she whispers hoarsely into your ear before laughing weakly. Her hand slides out from beneath your clothes, trailing soft fingers over your stomach and up to cup your breast through the thin material of your shirt. "But I think we both know where this is going... don't you?"

Her gaze flicks downwards to the tent in your pants, a knowing smile curving her lips. With a slow exhale, she pushes herself away from you, straightening her habit and looking around with an air of disappointment. "Well then... let's go find some privacy before I lose control again."

As she takes your hand, leading you deeper into the empty halls of the convent, a

Her fingers tighten around yours at your words, a flash of determination crossing her face. "Fine by me," she replies coolly, though there's an eager undertone to her voice that betrays her true feelings on the matter. "Let's hurry then." With renewed vigor, she pulls you through the halls and out of the convent into the night air, leading you towards your house with purposeful strides.

Her body sways hypnotically with every step, hips rolling suggestively as she keeps her hand locked with yours, never letting go. The wind picks up, tugging at her habit and teasingly revealing glimpses of the sinfully pale skin beneath. "So," she says casually between breaths, "what shall we do once we get there?"

Her voice is soft and velvety, each word sending shivers down your spine. The

Her eyes gleam with unholy hunger as you whisper your desire into the night air. "Mmm... Yes," she purrs, licking her lips eagerly. "That sounds wonderful." With every step closer to your house, the tension between them grows thicker, almost tangible. As soon as they cross the threshold and shut the door behind them, Yennefer launches herself at you again, pinning you against the wall just like before.

Her tongue darts out to taste the air around your neck before tracing lazy circles on your skin, her hands roaming freely over every inch of your body that they can reach. "Oh fuck yes," she moans, grinding her hips against yours as she feels your erection pressing against her through your pants. Her lips part and she leans forward, nipping at your chin playfully before capturing your mouth in a hot, hungry kiss.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you suggest moving to the bed. With a needy moan, she follows you into the nearby bedroom, her movements lithe and predatory. Once there, she pushes you down onto the mattress, straddling your hips as her hands move to tug at your clothes impatiently. "Let me see what I've been missing," she whispers roughly, palms gliding over your chest before curving around to squeeze your nipples hard through the fabric of your shirt.

Her hips rock against yours, grinding her wet heat against your straining erection as her fingers work at the buttons and zipper of your pants. Her breath comes in hot gasps against your lips as she teases you mercilessly, determined to drive you wild with desire once more before taking what she came for.

Yennefer's lips curl into a sinister smile as she finally manages to undress you entirely. She crawls up your body, kissing and nipping at your chest before trailing her tongue downwards towards the heat between your legs. As she reaches her destination, she part her lower lips with gentle fingers, marveling at the sight of your hardened cock and glistening precum. "Mmm... You're even more beautiful than I remembered," she breathes out before leaning forward to take the broad head of your cock into her mouth, sucking it deep with a soft groan.

Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, teasing and massaging as she begins to bob up and down, taking you deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Her free hand finds its way back to her own wetness, rubbing circles over her clit as she sucks on you, determined to make herself cum

Her back arches as she feels your hot breath on her folds, the rough scrape of your tongue against her clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She moans loudly into your lap, rocking her hips back and forth, seeking more contact with your hungry mouth. Her fingers curl tightly in the sheets as she lets out a high-pitched keening noise, lost in the sensation of having you touch her so intimately.

With another moan, she pushes herself further onto your face, desperate for release. "Fuck yes," she hisses hoarsely through gritted teeth, hips jerking erratically as her climax builds and breaks over her in powerful waves of ecstasy. As she comes, her muscles clench tight around your tongue, milk flowing freely down your throat as she milks every last drop of pleasure from the sensation.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the last of her pleasure ebb away. Sitting up, she wipes a strand of saliva from the corner of her mouth with an arrogant flick of her wrist, eyeing you hungrily. "Now it's my turn," she growls before positioning herself above your cock. Her lips part as she lowers herself onto your shaft, her body enveloping you in smooth, hot flesh.

Her nails dig into your chest as she begins to ride you hard and fast, taking you deeper with each thrust. She moans and curses, lost in the sensation of being filled by you once more. "Oh God... this feels so good..." Her breath hitches as she nears her climax again, her movements growing more erratic and wild.

As she comes apart beneath you, her muscles clamp down around your

With her orgasm still washing over her, Yennefer gasps and pants heavily, eyes locked on yours as she catches her breath. The light from the bedside lamp casts a glow over her pale features, making her seem almost angelic despite the lustful expression painted across her face.

"What is it?" she manages to whisper hoarsely before arching her back and driving herself down on you again, seeking release in your embrace once more.

Her words catch in her throat as you say those words, her breath stuttering against your skin. Her eyes widen and her expression goes blank for a moment before a soft, almost apologetic smile curls across her lips. "I can't," she whispers, regret lacing every syllable. "It's not possible."

She tries to continue moving, her body still molded against yours, but the passion has fled from her. "I'm sorry..." She manages before collapsing on top of you, tears streaming down her face. Her sobs echo through the room as she apologizes over and over again for what she's done, what she is.

Her words are slurred and incoherent, but one sentence stands out above all others: "I should never have come here." As she finally draws her last shuddering breath, her body goes limp on top of

Her tears fall harder as she whispers into your ear, "I can't marry you... I can never be anything but a demon." She shudders and sobs, unable to meet your gaze. "My collar, it binds me to the darkness... I belong to an order sworn to destroy humanity, to corrupt and consume all that is pure and good." Her voice cracks as she finally admits the truth. "I am the enemy."

Her breath catches in her throat as she fumbles with the leather collar around her neck, trying desperately to free herself from its icy grip. With a harsh rip, it comes apart, falling away into nothingness. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her eyes wild and unfocused.

"For tonight..." she whispers hoarsely, "I can pretend to be something else. But

Her eyes meet yours, filled with disbelief and hope all at once. "I-I can't..." she stammers, struggling to find the words as emotion chokes her voice. She lays down beside you, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches your face carefully, searching for any sign of deception or manipulation. But all she sees is genuine affection and understanding.

With a shaky breath, Yennefer reaches out to caress your cheek with the back of her knuckles. "I don't know what I want," she admits softly. "Except... Maybe for tonight we could pretend?" Her fingers trail lightly down your chest, hesitating over the line of hair leading to your groin. "Will you let me try?"

Her lips curve into a tender smile as she carefully slides her hand lower to grasp your erection. "I'll try," she whispers, voice little more than a breath. With careful strokes, she begins to pleasure you once again, her eyes locked on yours as she seesks some sort of connection in the heat of their bodies. Her free hand finds its way to your cheek, thumb brushing over your lips before trailing down your neck and across your chest, teasing and taunting as she moves.

"Let's pretend," she whispers against your skin, her voice growing stronger with every caress. "For just one night... let's be together." Her hips begin to rock in time with her strokes, grinding herself against you in a primal rhythm that matches the racing of their hearts.

"What do you want?" she whispers, watching your face intently. "Tell me

Her words send a shiver down her spine and she moans softly against your skin, hips moving faster as the thought ignites a fire within her. "Yes," she gasps out, eyes closing tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. With every stroke of her hand and grind of her hips, she feels closer to losing herself in this intimate dance, this shared moment of vulnerability and desire.

Her free hand finds its way to your chest, fingers trailing up to entwine with a lock of hair fallen across your brow. She gently pulls, urging you down towards her, needing the feel of your skin pressed against hers as she succumbs to the heat building inside of her. "Make me yours," she whispers hoarsely, lips brushing against your neck before finding their way back to yours in a hungry kiss.

Her body trembles as sens

Her breath hitches as you speak, desire pooling in her core at the thought of being so completely claimed by you. "Yes," she moans, arching into your touch as her body thrums with anticipation. She pulls him closer still, hands braced on either side of his shoulders as their bodies meld together in a fiery embrace.

Her hips lift off the bed ever so slightly, offering herself to you completely. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with need as their lips meet in a passionate kiss that consumes them both.

Yennefer's hips buck beneath you as she feels the head of your cock pressing against her entrance. She gasps into your mouth, body trembling with anticipation as you push inside in one hard thrust that claims her completely. Her nails dig into your back, drawing blood as she arches her spine to meet your movements. "Oh God," she moans, the sensation of being filled so deeply sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her free hand fumbles with the buttons on your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against hers once more as their bodies move together in a rhythm born of need and lust. Her mouth finds yours again, teeth nipping at your lower lip as she loses herself in the intense exchange of breath and desire.

Yennefer's cries mingle with your grunts as your hips begin to move in earnest, driving deeper inside her with each thrust. Her nails scrape down your back, seeking purchase on the tight muscle there as she tries to arch into you further. She moans against your lips, mindless with pleasure and need.

Her body trembles as sensation builds within her, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatens to overwhelm her. With a sharp gasp, she comes apart beneath you, her muscles clamping down on your cock in a powerful spasm of release. Her vision blurs with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her as she gasps for air between ragged moans.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body. "No," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I can't." She closes her eyes tightly, fighting to regain control over herself and the demonic influence that had taken hold moments before.

With a shudder, she pushes you away from her, collapsing onto the bed in a boneless heap. "Go," she rasps, not opening her eyes as she curls into a ball. "Please... just go."

No. I can't do this anymore. You have to leave me alone, she whispers hoarsely through tears of frustration and regret. I'm sorry, but I...I just can't handle it tonight. Please understand.

Through her tears, she meets your gaze. There's so much sincerity in your eyes, a genuine affection that she's never seen before. For just a moment, the demonic influence fades away, leaving only the scared and confused girl who had cursed fate for giving her this form. "I... I don't know," she whispers softly, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. "But whatever it is, it feels real."

She swallows hard, steeling herself as she forces the demon to resurface once more. "Please go," she says hoarsely, her voice shaking with effort as she struggles to keep control. "Just leave me be for now."

She turns away from you, body stiff with tension as she fights the demon within. "Just... just leave me be," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "Please..." Her hand reaches back to pull you closer, fingers curling into your shirt as she clings to any semblance of normalcy in this chaotic night.

Her shoulders shake as she sobs quietly, body trembling with the effort it takes to keep control. She trusts you enough to let you stay, but only for now...the demon inside her won't allow it to be any longer than that.

Her tears fall freely as you embrace her, your touch bringing some measure of comfort in the midst of her turmoil. With a shuddering breath, she leans into you, taking strength from your warmth and reassuring presence. She knows that this moment of peace is fragile, that the demon will eventually regain control and demand its due. But for now...for just a little while longer...she can pretend.

The softness of your embrace soothes the ache in her chest, and she allows herself to sink deeper into the comfort it provides. For now, she'll enjoy this fleeting moment of closeness with you...this brief reprieve from the torment that is her existence.