Charlotte woke with a gasp, her heart beating erratically in her chest and her breaths ragged and shallow. She was covered in a cold sweat and she was shaking all over. This was the fifth time this week and every time the dreams were more intense than the last. She lay in the darkness of her room, thinking about her dreams and wondering what was causing them. Each time she woke the dreams seemed to fade, leaving behind only fragments of images that left her weak and aching with an indescribable need deep inside her. She turned onto her side and closed her eyes and eventually she fell asleep.
The next day Charlotte was busy with her chores in the convent, leaving her with no time to think about her dreams. In the evening as she was leaving the chapel, Sister Ann, caught up to her outside.
"Charlotte, are you ok?", she asked, studying her with concern in her eyes.
"Of course, Sister Ann, I'm fine", Charlotte replied.
"You seem a little tired lately. Are you getting enough sleep?"
"It's nothing, just bad dreams. I'll be fine", Charlotte smiled reassuringly, not wanting to worry the nun.
"Very well but if you need to talk about it, don't hesitate to come find me", Sister Ann patted her arm as she walked away.
Charlotte had been a baby when she was abandoned on the steps of the convent and the nuns had raised her like she was their own. Turning eighteen five days ago, Scarlett had lived inside the convent all her life and had never set foot outside its walls. She had beautiful green eyes and silky black hair reaching to her waist. Her pale skin was smooth and clear and although slender in built, she had a voluptuous figure.
Walking back to her room, a figure dressed in a habit came rushing towards her, "Charlotte! I have something for you"
It was Sister Lucille, one of the younger nuns, who had been posted here three years ago but she had become one of Charlotte's closest friends. Now she held out her hand to give Charlotte a chocolate bar as they both smiled mischievously at each other. Making their way to a wooden bench in the garden, they sat down and shared the chocolate bar.
"Thank you Sister Lucille, that was delicious", Charlotte smiled contentedly and leaned back to look up at the sky.
"It was, I've been saving it all day", Sister Lucille sighed.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while before Charlotte, turned to Lucille and asked, "Have you ever been outside of.....you know?"
"You mean outside of the convent? Sure, I wasn't born in the convent, I lived a normal, secular life before I joined", Lucille answered.
"What was it like?"
"Well it's different, you know, like everything moves so quickly and people are always so busy so sometimes it can be pretty lonely "
"Busy doing what?", Charlotte questioned.
"Busy working, busy raising their children, busy making money, just....busy....."
"Do you ever want to go back?"
"Sometimes but.....I'm happier here. Why do you ask?", Lucille looks at her curiously.
"No reason, just curious. I better get to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow ", Charlotte quickly gets to her feet and heads to her room.
Later that night as Charlotte is lying in bed, thinking about her conversation with Lucille, she wonders if she might be able to go outside the convent walls. Just to see what it looks like and why so many people prefer it to this life. Maybe she could ask Lucille, they are friends after all, the more she thinks about it, she makes up her mind to speak to her.
Some time later after Charlotte has fallen into a deep sleep, she begins to dream. Her eyelids flutter and beads of perspiration form on her brow and across her top lip while thin rivulets of sweat run down her neck into her nightgown. She moans softly and turns her head while her body writhes slowly under the covers. Her hands are at her sides, clutching at the sheets and pulling them down, leaving her chest exposed. From the light shining through the window, her taut nipples are clearly visible through the thin cotton of her nightgown. She moans again and lifts her knees, parting her legs and pushing her feet against the mattress. Her breathing is heavy and loud in the small room as her movements become more fervent.
Suddenly she jolts awake and sits up in her bed, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her mind is reeling from her dream, with disjointed images of skin moving against skin and the sounds of something wet and slippery. She can still hear the sounds of moaning and groaning in her ears and the memory causes her to blush. She sits up and looks around the room before lying back down, her eyes wide awake and staring up into the darkness.
It's the sixth night this week and the dream seemed more vivid......more real as if it was actually happening to her. She pulled the covers up over her chest, realizing how tight her nipples were as they rubbed against her nightgown. There was a warm wetness between her thighs that she tried to ignore as she rolled onto her side and squeezed her legs together. The now familiar ache washed over her in waves until eventually subsiding.
Having grown up in the convent Charlotte had never been taught about men and women and the things that happened between them. There were men who came to the convent to deliver supplies and carry out maintenance but she had very little interaction with them. Even the priests who came from time to time hardly spoke to her unless it was in greeting. But after the dreams had started, she found her thoughts straying to the opposite gender more and more.
She couldn't understand why she kept seeing things that she didn't know about in her dreams. Maybe she could ask someone, find out if this was a normal part of growing up and if it would eventually pass. She thought about talking to Mother Superior but just the sight of the old nun's piercing gaze changed her mind. What if this wasn't normal? Would she be punished? Could she really trust confiding in someone who might later reveal her secret?
Charlotte lay in bed thinking for a long time before she finally fell asleep again but by then the sky had begun to grow lighter and the birds were singing outside.
The next day, Charlotte is in the kitchen helping to prepare lunch when the delivery truck arrives, bringing their supplies from town."Charlotte, can you get that please?", calls Sister Margaret, as she continues kneading dough.Wiping her hands on her apron, Charlotte goes to the kitchen door and stands there watching, Edward, the delivery boy, unloading the crates. Coming towards the door with a crate in his hands, Edward sees her, his face lighting up with a smile."Hi Charlotte, how's it going?""Not too bad. Let me give you a hand with those", she replies, going to take the crate from him.As Edward hands her the crate, their fingers brush against each other and a sudden jolt of electricity runs through her fingers and up her arms. Charlotte stumbles back away from him almost falling backwards but quickly regains her balance. Edward reaches out to try and steady her but she flinches away from him, afraid of touching hi
Charlotte glances shyly at the nun and looks away, unable to meet her gaze. She swallows hard as her hands fidget nervously in her lap."It's ok Charlotte, I'm here to help. There's no need to be afraid, trust me", Lucille's voice is soft and encouraging, as she tries to put Charlotte at ease.Looking down at her hands clenched together in her lap and taking a deep breath, in a low voice Charlotte recounts her dreams."I see myself, in my dreams, doing things with someone else.......I can feel.....I'm being touched......all over......in places I've never been touched. Their hands.......and mouth....are touching me.....everywhere.......and it feels......so good......I........don't want it to stop. But worse than that, I..........I want more.....so much more", Charlotte whispers these last words as her head remains bowed, unable to look up at the nun."What places are they touching? You have to be specific", Lucille prods, her eyes darkeni
Charlotte brought Lucille to orgasm five times that night and into the early hours of the morning, she was insatiable. She used both her fingers and mouth while the final time she straddled one of Lucille's legs between her thighs and rubbing her moist and swollen clit against hers, brought them both to an earth-shattering climax. Each time she sucked the red mist from between her thighs and each time Lucille became weaker, as though her very life force was being sucked from her body. But Charlotte was rejuvenated and filled with a raw power that roared through her veins, heightening her senses and sating the hunger.Early that morning, just before the sun began to ascend the horizon, Charlotte dressed and quietly left the nun's room unaware of the figure hidden in the shadows in the corridor outside. She hurried down the halls, until she reached her room, opening the door she went inside and collapsed onto her bed before falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.
She kissed Ender deeply and passionately, exploring his mouth with her tongue as she pushed her hands under his coat and stroked his chest through his shirt. She could feel his hard muscles through his shirt and she leaned closer, pressing her breasts against him as a strong current surged through her body and transferred to him. Reaching down to his trousers, she stroked his cock through the fabric, groaning as she felt its size.As soon as she woke, she had smelt his masculine scent and her body had responded, her arousal so strong she could barely stand being in the confined cell with him. His scent was different from Edward's, richer and more masculine, reeking of raw, savage lust. The more she talked to him, the more her body craved him, the moisture leaking from between her thighs.Grabbing her wrists, Ender pushed her away from him, sending her stumbling back against the bars of the cell as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. His ey
The next morning Charlotte is taken to the dining room for breakfast and finds herself alone with Samael. He eyes her hungrily across the table as she tries to concentrate on her food."Sweet Charlotte, you really are a feast for my eyes", Samael says in that seductive voice of his. It feels like he's caressing her body with every syllable and she shivers involuntarily. She finishes her food but still hungry, she looks at the food still on the table and wonders if she should help herself."Please help yourself, I find a woman with a healthy appetite deliciously attractive", Samael smiles as if reading her mind.Not wanting to waste the opportunity and unable to ignore her complaining stomach, Charlotte quickly helps herself to another serving. Samael watches her eat and a sly smile forms on his lips, his blue eyes glinting with desire. Just then, Ender strolls in wearing nothing but a black pair of pants, his chest bare and his silver hair tous
Charlotte looks down at the ring on her finger and then back up at Ender, her eyes wide with confusion."What is it?", Ender asks, his eyes studying her."It........it's......gone", she answers."What's gone?""The hunger", she whispers, "I can't feel it anymore""So you don't wanna fuck me anymore?", he grins at her.Charlotte shoots him an irritated glare, looking back at the ring before she slides it off her finger and immediately the hunger returns, more intense than before. She gasps and doubles over, her hands on her stomach as Ender grabs her shoulders to stop her falling to the floor and picking her up in his arms, he carries her across the room and lays her down on his bed. Sitting beside her on the bed, Ender picks up her hand and slides the ring back on before looking at her."There are easier ways to get in my bed, you know", he smirks.Charlotte blushes and turns her face away, hoping that h
Ender picks up each of Charlotte's legs and places them on each side of the bath tub, spreading her thighs under water as he slips another finger inside her. His other hand continues to massage her breasts and tease her nipples while he moves his hand under water to stroke her swollen clit. The sounds from her mouth are getting louder and she grinds her clit against his finger as she feels her orgasm building. Ender rubs her clit faster adding a bit more pressure as he feels her hips lift up from the tub and her body rock against him as she cums.Breathing heavily, her face covered in sweat, Charlotte leans against him and closes her eyes as he gently lowers her legs into the tub. He puts his arms around her, holding her against him until he hears her heart beating normally again.Some time later, Charlotte is lying in Ender's bed, wearing a silk robe that he put on her, a small smile plays on her lips as she remembers how gentle he was with her. She can't help t
Ender is woken from sleep by something warm and soft against his thighs, slowly opening his eyes, he looks down to see Charlotte between his legs. She smiles provocatively at him as she straddles him and rubs her vulva against his cock which quickly becomes erect. He can feel her juices coating his erection as she rocks herself to and fro, stroking her inner lips and clit against his cock. Holding her hips, Ender pushes her down his shaft and lifts her up before placing his cock at her entrance and pulling her onto him as he thrusts up into her.Charlotte cries out, the intense pleasure of his cock plunging deep inside her and completely filling her up hastening her orgasm. Placing her hands on his chest, she rocks her hips against him as she rubs her clit against the base of his cock while he teases her nipples. As Ender continues thrusting deep inside her, Charlotte throws her head back, closing her eyes as she bucks and shudders with the intensity of her orgasm while