The nuns Verona and Agnes spun in front of each other. They pulled up their cassocks and, giggling, looked at what was opening before innocent, in general, views. Young girls did not consider it a sin - just think, their slender legs are tightened in thin black stockings and shod in high-heeled shoes; Well, think, they are now very unequivocal panties. On one - as transparent as stockings that do not hide appetizing slits between the buttocks, and dimly outlining the folds in the lower abdomen, and on the second - a small shred of fabric that covers only the pussy itself, with thin ties high on feminine hips. The entire pubis with a thin brush of neatly trimmed hairs remained defiantly open.

- You are a child of sin! - Verona giggled, looking at her friend's ass.

- And you - child of vice! - Agnes laughed in response, and stretched out her hand to the crotch of Verona turned, pretending to grab her.

Verona screamed and jumped aside, laughing hard in turn. The girls did not yet know sin, and all their fun was completely innocent and thoughtless. Vague desires occasionally tormented the flesh, but were inexpressible and weak. At least, it did not occur to any of the nuns to associate these longings with the needs of succulent, flowering, resilient bodies.

Somewhere in the distance, the door slammed. The girls looked at each other, sprinkled, pressed their palms to full lips, and then hastily straightened their robes, straightened their hats, covering the head, neck, shoulders and leaving open only the oval of the face.

The nuns rushed to their knees, portraying earnest prayer.

The door to the chapel opened. The elderly abbess, who had entered, looked sternly at the nuns, pursed her lips disapprovingly, noticing a blush on her plump cheeks.

- Sisters! Our monastery was visited by Cardinal DeMon. He wants to spend this night in prayers and detachment from vile deeds. His Eminence ordered you to be summoned to make you holy.

- Uh ... uh ... But we are not ready, sister! - Verona exclaimed, turning pale with horror.

Agnes was a little calmer:

“My sister and I will go into the room, give our feelings for humility, and arrive at His Eminence.”

But the mentor was adamant:

- You had time to detach from the earthly. Cardinal is waiting for you.

The nuns died of horror. It seemed to them that the cardinal would precisely determine what a bottomless sin was under pious robes ... But the abbess was even worse than admitting to confess. However, there is nothing to do, and, stepping on socks so that the abbess would not hear the heels knocking on the stone, the nuns swam to the door.

Girls have never been so deep underground. Even during the descent to the lower tier of the basement, they looked at each other in surprise: the higher towards the sky, the more pious the prayer. Why did the cardinal decide to retire so deeply underground?

However, when the thick oak door closed behind them, the girls fully appreciated the coziness of the dimly lit room. A few thick candles hardly dispelled the darkness, and the high ceiling arches were lost in the creeping darkness. Cozy burned corner fireplace, made in the form of a Gothic cathedral. A pleasant reddish light and lulling warmth came from him. In the center, next to the two biggest candles was a huge wide sofa. The cardinal settled down on it, closing his eyes wearily.

When the nuns rushed to the Cardinal on their knees, shouting "Your Eminence!" And kissed his hands, he slowly opened his eyes and made a sign to rise.

A couple of times a hunchbacked nose wrinkled faintly a couple of times, as if sniffing something, then the cardinal made an incomprehensible gesture in the direction of the door and said:

- That's what, sisters, we need to do something ...

For 15 minutes, the nuns lit new candles, threw some fragrant powders into the fireplace, alternately read obscure phrases from an old book, simply stopped at the indicated place, drew strange figures on the floor. At that time the Cardinal whispered something to himself, as if he was praying. He looked pious and absent, until Agnes, who had just taken another symbol, suddenly exclaimed:

- We seem to have a pentagram!

Cardinal's face became concentrated:

- Complete the pattern, sister!

- But ...

- Complete the pattern! - yelled the cardinal.

His face swam, the red clothes also began to change in a strange way, as if to stick to the body.

Frightened by the shout, Agnes hurriedly brushed chalk on the floor. The room also floated, without changing its outlines, the space was covered with ripples, circles spread from the fireplace, as if they threw a stone into the water. However, the nuns frozen in horror did not look in that direction. All their attention was riveted on the cardinal.

The facial features, the contours of the body began to rapidly transform. And soon in the middle of the room there was a real devil, and without clothes. The red soutane has disappeared, turning into almost the same red skin. The legs of the cardinal below the knee were the legs of a goat with red hair, ending, as it should be, with cherry hooves. The cardinal's cap was transformed into horns cm 10 long, and the tail was tossed from side to side. The most terrible was the awe-inspiring red dick hanging between the red bellied eggs. The devil looked distantly like a cardinal, but the expression on his face was terrible, especially when the monster smiled.

The nuns screamed at once and rushed to the door. The door didn't even move. Then the girls began to scream, so much so that the devil even winced. However, apparently, no one heard the screams.

Agnes cried, sliding down the door to the floor, Verona bit her hands so as not to howl with horror, when a scattering of flickering dust rose in the middle of the pentagram. Spun a whirlwind. Blindingly iridescent stars thickened. There was a pop, and a slender figure appeared to the surprised eyes of the nuns. Both immediately whined from new fears - though the creature appeared to resemble a naked girl, it was clearly otherworldly. Demoness! Black skin, oily glittering in candlelight, small horns, tail, tossing from side to side and beating on slender legs. However, it was necessary to recognize that the appearance of the demoness was not repulsive. Her body was fragile at first. Long legs, ending with graceful hooves, slim waist, emphasizing feminine hips, elastic breasts with defiantly pink nipples, strikingly distinguished by black roundness.

Demoness, barely manifested, rushed to the demon's neck. And not just rushed, but jumped on him, clasping his hips with wide open legs. The demon's red palm covered the almost black buttock and squeezed it. Girls with a certain degree of empathy watched as massive cherry claws bit into glossy skin, almost breaking through it. However, the demoness did not pay attention to the fact that the devil was pawing her with his five-size with almost all of her ass. She wriggled on her broad chest and excitedly, with half-shades, whispered:

- Dear ... Finally you remembered me ... I missed you so much ...

Body movements and hot whispers of the demoness did not slow down to affect the state of the demon. His impressive member began to straighten, swelling and repeatedly increasing in size.

The eyes of the nuns opened wide in amazement, and their mouths opened wide when they saw what club the red appendix had turned into. They have not yet seen the usual member, but here before their disbelieving glances turned out to be something incredibly large, twined with veins and resembling a knobby thick stick.

Meanwhile, the red member of the devil rested a huge head in the crotch demoness. That speech has become almost incoherent. Her ass was spinning and swinging even more.Agnes and Verona it seemed that demonessa wants to implant on a huge member. Despite the fear and unbelievability ...