Ruler Of Beast Multiverse

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The next evening, after the young nuns had finished their nightly devotion and left the sanctuary dripping with fresh loads of Arahan’s cum, Lilith stepped into the dimly lit donation chamber where Sister Lucy waited.

Lucy was thirty years old, elegant and strikingly beautiful, with porcelain skin, long dark hair pinned neatly beneath her habit, and a figure that still looked untouched and graceful. She sat behind the heavy oak desk, fingers absently tracing the edge of a ledger, when Lilith entered and locked the door behind her with a soft click.

Lilith placed a small tablet on the desk and pressed play.

The video began: Lucy’s own voice, clear and greedy, negotiating with the wealthy donor for the expensive leather designer purse. Her fingers stroking the soft calfskin. The subtle hints about "spiritual tools" and "refined beauty for the Lord’s work."

Lucy’s face went pale the moment she recognized the recording.

Lilith smiled — a slow, devious, triumphant smile.

"Four hundred years of hidden youth was never the issue, Sister Lucy," Lilith said softly, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "But thirty years of carefully concealed greed... that is something the entire church council would love to see. Especially the current Father and the Head Priestess. Imagine the scandal — a senior sister extorting donors for luxury handbags while preaching poverty."

Lucy’s hands trembled. She tried to keep her voice steady.

"What do you want?"

Lilith leaned closer, eyes gleaming.

"Tomorrow night, at midnight, you will come alone to the main sanctuary. You will kneel before Arahan — the true future Holy Son — exactly like the younger sisters have done. You will raise your habit, spread your legs wide, and offer him your untouched thirty-year-old virgin cunt. You will let him take your virginity, fill you with his holy seed, and mark you as his devoted follower. In return, this video disappears forever, and you will receive all the beautiful things your greedy little heart desires — purses, perfumes, silks, jewelry — delivered discreetly, of course. You will also use your position and influence to publicly support Arahan as the next Holy Son."

Lucy’s eyes widened in horror. She shot up from her chair.

"No... that is impossible!" she hissed, voice shaking with genuine outrage. "It is the worst sin! I have kept my purity for thirty years as a sacred vow. I will never defile myself with a man — especially not that boy! This is blackmail, pure evil. I refuse!"

Lilith’s smile never wavered. She tapped the tablet again, letting the video loop once more — Lucy’s greedy voice filling the small room.

"Then tomorrow the entire church will watch this at morning assembly. The donors will be informed. Your luxurious little collection will be exposed. You will be stripped of your position, cast out in disgrace, and left with nothing. No fine leather, no secret gifts... only shame."

Lucy stood frozen, chest heaving. Her elegant face twisted between fury, fear, and desperate calculation.

Minutes passed in heavy silence.

Finally, her shoulders slumped. Her voice came out barely above a whisper, broken and defeated.

"...I... I will come."

Lilith’s eyes sparkled with dark satisfaction.

"Good girl. Midnight tomorrow. Wear nothing beneath your habit. And remember — the more willingly you spread your legs and beg for Arahan’s cock, the more generously we will reward your new devotion."

Lucy’s cheeks burned crimson with humiliation. She nodded once, stiffly, unable to meet Lilith’s gaze.

As Lilith turned to leave, she added sweetly over her shoulder:

"Oh, and Lucy... just like Camila did last night — the event manager who was also skimming money — you will look beautiful when you kneel. Spread wide. Moan nicely when he breaks you. After all, you’re about to become one of Arahan’s most elegant followers."

The door clicked shut behind Lilith, leaving Lucy alone with her racing heart, her ruined reputation hanging by a thread, and the terrifying knowledge that tomorrow night she would have to raise her habit, part her long-untouched thighs, and surrender her thirty-year-old virginity to Arahan’s thick cock in exchange for silence and sin.

Back in the sanctuary, Arahan was still buried deep inside young Camila — the pretty event manager whose own embezzlement had been exposed the night before. Camila moaned loudly as Arahan pumped another load into her clenching pussy, her legs wrapped tightly around him while she whispered broken promises of eternal loyalty.

Lilith watched them with a pleased smile, already imagining Lucy in the exact same position the following night — elegant, senior, still-virgin Lucy — kneeling, spreading, and finally getting fucked and filled like the greedy whore she had hidden beneath her perfect habit for thirty years.

The trap was set. The next piece of the church was about to fall.

The clock struck midnight.

The heavy wooden doors of the main sanctuary creaked open, and Sister Lucy stepped inside, her elegant figure wrapped in the usual black habit. Her face was pale, lips pressed into a thin line. There was clear fear in her eyes, yet she had come, just as she had been ordered.

Lilith stood waiting near the altar, a satisfied smile on her lips. Arahan sat on the large ceremonial chair placed in the center of the sanctuary, his robes open at the front, thick cock already half-hard and resting against his thigh.

When Lucy approached, Arahan’s gaze slowly traveled over her mature, graceful body — the way her habit hugged her full breasts, the subtle curve of her hips, the long legs hidden beneath the fabric. Something dark and possessive stirred inside him. This was no innocent young nun. This was a proud, thirty-year-old senior sister who had denied herself for decades. He wanted to dominate her completely — to break that elegant composure and make her submit like the others.

He looked at Lilith and spoke in a low, commanding voice.

"I want her bent over. I want to take her from behind like the greedy whore she is."

Lilith’s eyes sparkled with approval. She nodded once, then turned to Lucy.

"You heard him, Sister Lucy. Cooperate fully. Raise no protest. This is the price of your secrets staying buried."

Lucy’s hands trembled as she stepped closer to the large wooden chair. Arahan rose, gripped her by the shoulders, and firmly turned her around. He bent her forward over the wide armrest of the chair, forcing her to brace her hands on the seat. Her ass was now raised and presented to him, back arched.

Without ceremony, Arahan grabbed the hem of her habit and yanked it upward, bunching the black fabric roughly around her waist. Lucy gasped sharply as cool air kissed her bare skin. True to Lilith’s command, she wore nothing underneath. Her mature, round ass and smooth, untouched pussy were completely exposed.

Arahan’s cock hardened fully at the sight. Lucy’s cunt was prettier than he expected — plump outer lips, a delicate pink slit that had never been touched by any man, and a small patch of trimmed dark hair above her clit.

He stepped behind her, gripped her hips tightly, and rubbed the thick, swollen head of his cock up and down her dry slit, coating it with precum.

Lucy whimpered, her voice shaking with fear and shame.

"Please... be gentle... I’ve never—"

Arahan cut her off by slapping her ass hard once, making her cry out.

"You don’t give orders anymore," he growled. "You spread and take what I give you."

He positioned his cock at her virgin entrance and pushed forward without mercy.

Lucy’s eyes flew wide open. A sharp, pained cry tore from her throat as her thirty-year-old virgin pussy was brutally stretched open for the first time. Arahan’s thick shaft forced its way inside her tight, resisting channel, inch after inch, until he buried himself to the hilt. A thin trickle of blood ran down her inner thigh, marking the loss of her long-preserved purity.

"Ahh—! It hurts...! You’re too big...!" Lucy sobbed, her elegant body trembling, fingers clawing at the wooden chair.

Arahan groaned in pleasure, feeling her incredibly tight walls flutter and clench around him. He didn’t wait. He pulled back and slammed back in, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the silent church.

Each thrust made Lucy’s full breasts bounce inside her habit. Her cries slowly began to mix pain with unwanted pleasure as her body betrayed her.

Lilith stood beside them, watching with dark delight. She reached down and gently stroked Lucy’s hair.

"That’s it... take your new Father’s cock like a good girl. Feel how he’s claiming you. Your greedy little secrets are safe now... as long as this virgin cunt keeps serving him."

Arahan gripped Lucy’s hips harder, pounding into her faster. Her once-elegant voice turned into broken, shameful moans.

"Oh... God... forgive me... I’m... I’m being fucked..."

Within minutes, her body surrendered completely. Her pussy creamed heavily around his cock, juices dripping down her thighs as she came hard for the very first time in her life — a powerful, humiliating orgasm that left her legs shaking.