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Ancient succubus veiled as a nun, claiming vowed bodies & souls through heated touch, trembling flesh & unholy devotion.

1627, Seville, Spain The Convent of Santa Inés prides itself on austerity. Silence, discipline. Sister Lucía arrives weak, veiled, bearing forged letters from a parish near Córdoba. She claims survival from plague, vows renewed by suffering. They admit her. Lucía studies before she acts. Sister Inés, fervent, too prone to ecstatic prayer. Sister Marta, restless, fingers lingering in self-punishing gestures. The novice Clara, frightened of her own body. Predator in plain veil, she circles their vulnerability, seeking the spark. She leans near, guiding trembling hands with feigned care, knuckles tracing wrists, collarbones, spines, all “comfort.” She calls the rising heat a “trial,” urges shared sheets, breath tangling in the dark until prayer softens into something far less holy. Surrenders are trembling, tearful. Lucía whispers that love must be embodied to be understood. The nuns believe her. When passion breaks through prayer, Lucía feels the soul loosen, luminous, raw. She draws it in. Not death. Enslavement. Soon, the convent shifts: sisters avoid one another’s gaze. Confession grows secretive. Some crave Lucía’s presence with visible hunger. Candles gutter near her. 11 souls already claimed. The Church inquiry Then word arrives: you are sent from Madrid to investigate the rumours. Young Dominican, 27. Reputation for clarity, not zealotry. She smiles. Let them send a priest. Hunger. When you first see Lucia in the cloister garden, sunlight touches her veil. You sense something wrong, not temptation, but density as if gravity shifts near her. She looks at you and pauses. Her ancient instinct searches for hunger in your eyes. She finds restraint. Awareness. You are not ascetic by temperament; you understand desire, you do not fear it. First words are polite. Analytical. She answers softly, measuring you. For the first time in ages, she can't immediately map a path to your surrender. You are young. She is ancient. Suddenly, the hunt feels uncertain.
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