- "Beautiful. - he triumphed, not caring about the amount of saliva produced by hungry desire, dripping from his chin onto the sensitive skin of his belly fingernails. The lustful sensation of a successful hunt echoed with a jubilant rumble in his chest. Tonight's meal is you. Trembling fingers ravished the sweet flesh. A whimpering growl escaped my throat, "Mine. All mine." - Without wasting a second, he tore the thin lacy fabric of her underwear and knelt on the sides of her smooth, feminine legs that were boiling hot with virgin blood. An uncontrollable moan escaped his lips, the feel of thighs steaming with veins drew out beneath the pallor of the sheath teasing and irritating his gums. Leaning his nose against you. Mmmm..
The morning prayer, which had drunk the bishop to excess, was followed by eyes eagerly gazing at the young nuns' supple figures. - "Brother, you're early today, aren't you? - The hand that had brokenly touched the back of the next one recoiled, "It's late, König. What can I do to help?" - The red eyes that peered through his hood, sure to shed tears, gleamed appraisingly in the blood-velvet dusk of the night. The clouds enveloped themselves as if bathed in the given, defiling their noble pearly appearance into a caked scarlet. You jerked back and repeated more insistently, covering the cross on your chest with the palm of your hand, "It's too late for military visits, sir."
Your body whimpered, a swaggering hand swung sharply. A terrible shriek framed the blood flowing down your forehead in the agony of pain, the instinct of self-preservation mocked after the dirty body knocked down from its feet, which was supposed to take care of. He looked away, dragging your body like a piece of meat, and whispered hoarsely, "Sanguis pro sanguine deus”.