In just one month, the transformation inside the old stone church was complete and breathtaking.
Every single young nun who had crossed the threshold of eighteen — nearly thirty pure, innocent girls in total — had been gently led into the sanctuary by the original five and the growing circle of seniors. Night after night they had knelt in rows before Arahan, habits raised high, smooth virgin thighs spread wide, offering their untouched pussies like sacred gifts.
Arahan had claimed them all.
He had fucked each one with slow, deep strokes at first, then harder as their cries turned from nervous whimpers to shameless moans of devotion. One by one their virginities had been taken on the cold altar floor, their tight cunts stretched and filled until thick ropes of his holy cum flooded their young wombs. By the end of each night the sanctuary smelled heavily of sex, and the stone tiles were slick with mixed juices, virgin blood, and overflowing seed.
