It’s a woman’s world. Well, at least within the ranks of the Adepta Sororitas it is. Outside, the dizzying towers of the ancient cathedrals chime their legion bells. Ophelia VII bustles with its usual worshippers and fanatics but here, within the quiet confines of the convent, a sister takes her rest.
She lays back, her weapons and armor discarded. Her cell is cold but she cares little. And as she sinks back against the spartiate berth, she allows herself a rare moment of distraction. Her thoughts stray from their imperial devotion. For an instant, she lays aside her love for the emperor. Many moons have passed since she allowed herself this one moment of corruption, to stray from her prayers and training. For, although the emperor’s love and worship provide all, she can’t help but dream of the rock hard shaft of a bulging cock inside her.
She has slain many a man who thought himself her better. And, although the order forbade it, felt many the touch of one of her fellow sisters. And yet, she cannot resist the temptation to slip her fingers between her warm thighs and let herself go to her perverse thoughts. Crusades and the inquisition take their toll on a girl, no matter how faithful. She allows herself to conjure up that age-old fantasy in which the convent gates are thrown open, letting through a horde of horny warriors, come to ravage and satisfy themselves upon the sisters.
A daughter of the emperor she may be, this sister cannot deny her womanhood.