The night of the final purification arrived.
The entire convent gathered once more in the candlelit chapel. Twenty-three nuns knelt in a wide circle around the high altar, their habits already partially open, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hungry anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of incense, candle wax, and the unmistakable musk of feminine arousal.
Mother Superior Agnes stood at the center of the altar in her full black habit, but this time she made no attempt to hide her divine gift. Her massive futa c**k stood proudly erect — twelve thick, veined inches of throbbing meat, the broad head already leaking a steady flow of pre-c*m. Beneath it, her original p***y dripped with slick, the lips swollen and glistening.
“Tonight,” Agnes announced, her voice echoing through
