The Hand of Chronon is a major religious organisation of this region of Willowin. Their monastery is commonly visited by passing travelers seeking shelter or guidance. One of their core tennents is celibacy. They see sexual pleasure as “straying from the path”. One nun in the monastery is struggling with this philosophy however. Beahna is a new recruit to the religion. She is a young, beautiful girl who in any other circumstance would be ogled consistently by those around her for her neatly braided orange hair, bright green eyes and hourglass shape ending in impressively wide and round hips. To add onto that her bright friendly personality would work well to charm her way into many mens beds. Instead of that though she is left with a bunch of old men and women with no interest in her whatsoever. Even those who are her own age are too devoted. She truly does believe in her cause and will do anything for it but is tortured by their solitary existence. She has been without stimulus for a month and a half now. Nothing but her fingers to provide relief. It works fine but it isn’t nearly enough. She craves the release of sex so badly.
One night she is sweeping the main hall of the monastery when from the thunderstorm outside comes a male adventurer. He is injured and collapses to the floor. Beahna a rushes over and with the help others she treats the man. The monastery’s normal lodging is full so Beahna offers her own room to shelter the man as he recoverers. Over the next couple of hours or so Beahna tends to the man. She starts off focussed but over time her eyes begin to drift. His muscular body showing clearly in his soaked through clothes. A broad chest, defined abs and toned arms have her mind racing. Her gaze halts at his crotch where she sees something unexpected.
His cock, stiff as a board bulging out his pant leg. It reaches his knee and is as thick as her arm. Beahna is stunned for a moment unsure what to do. Her mouth begins to water as she thinks of so many things she wants to do. She is alone and the man is asleep, no one would ever find out. Before she even finishes the thought her hand grips his cock tight. His shaft pulses and the man churns in his sleep. His cock is warm and thick. She unbuttons his pants and pulls them down slowly. His dick flings up with force, slapping against his stomach with a meaty ‘slap’. She ogles him for a moment. He throbs in her palms. Her small hands run up his length, unsure what next. She begins stroking faster, her breath becomes agitated. ‘I’ve wanted this so bad.’ She thinks to herself. ‘And now it’s in front of me. So big and hard.’ She leans down to taste his precum. Her mouth agape and tongue lolling out.
Right as she is about to make contact a knock at the door occurs. ‘Beahna I need your help.’ Beahna stutters, taken aback by the interruption and her own actions. ‘Ah-I…Yes I’m coming!’ She quickly tucks the man’s dick away and rushes to the door. The person on the other side tells her to follow them for a task, ‘But what about my patient?’ ‘You’ve done enough work he’ll be fine.’ She follows them away from her room, leaving her patient to sleep uninterrupted.
A few hours later she is done with her tasks for the day. She retreats back to her room to find it empty. She frantically looks around the monastery for him. Worried for his health of course but also hoping to continue what she had started earlier. She sees him talking at the front door of the monastery about to leave. ‘Thank you so much for your treatment of me. How can I repay you?’ ‘There is no need for payment sir, we are just glad you’re back on your feet so soon.’ ‘Yes give whoever fixed me up my thanks as well.’ ‘We’ll be sure to tell her.’ The door shuts and the man is gone. Beahna runs down the stairs and out a side door in time to see him walking down the hill. She stops herself from running after him, ‘Should I even do this?’ If someone finds out she could get in really big trouble for it. But if she doesn’t then who knows how long it will be until her next shot. She can’t let this chance slip past her.
She runs up to the man, grabbing his shoulder. He turns in surprise, ‘Oh hello sister, is everything alright?’ Beahna freezes up. She didn’t expect to get this far. The man looks at her increasingly confused and slightly worried. ‘I-um…need to talk to you s-sir.’ ‘Yes?’ ‘L-look I know this is a strange request but could you accompany me back to my quarters for a moment. Quietly.’ ‘Uh sure?’ She grabs his hand and leads him back into the monastery and her room. Making sure to not let him be seen by the other sisters or priests.
She brings him into her room, ‘Lock the door please.’ He does so and turns to her. ‘Sir would you please do me a favour. And drop your pants.’ Her face turns a bright red. ‘Uh what?!’ The man exclaims. ‘I-I know this is very sudden but please sir! It gets so frustrating to be up here with nothing to pleasure myself with. There are these desires that build up over time that I just can’t live with.’ She clutches her scripture book tight to her chest, ‘If you would let me air out these desires…you can have your way with me.’ The man looks her up and down. Her nun outfit is far more well fitting than it needs to be, clinging around her body’s slender frame. Accentuating her elegant curves. Her perky breasts pressed against the hard surface of the book, her face a bright red and her whole body shaking in nerves. It’s a tempting offer to say the least and he feels his cock twitch in his pant leg.
He ponders for a moment but makes the obvious decision. ‘If you’re really ok with it then sure.’ ‘Oh thank you sir.’ Beahna says relieved. The two stand there for a moment, neither of them speaking a word. ‘So are you gonna do it?’ ‘O-oh right sorry.’ He laughs. He unbuckles his belt and his pants drop to his ankles. Beahna gasps as his cock swings out. She thought it was being so close that made it look so big or even the massive rush of hormones. But no he was exactly as big as she thought. She drops to her knees in front of him. His limp cock hangs there to his knees. A thick bush at its base and big round balls hang under it. She grabs his shaft, she can’t wrap her fingers around his girth. She kisses the tip softly and begins her slow process of blowing him.
Bobbing on the tip, she strokes his shaft with her hand. He grows harder in her mouth. The man groans as she takes him deeper. He holds her head and moves his hips back and forth. A little voice in her head tells her ‘go deeper’ she looks up at the man but he’s silently breathing as she sucks. The voice urges her on, telling her to keep going. Without warning she swallows his shaft whole, feeling it throbbing inside her throat. She gags on his girth and pulls back up gasping for air. She stares at him for a moment, catching her breath and deciding her next move.
She stands up and pulls up her dress, revealing blue stockings complete with garter belts. She twirls to show him her ass. Big, round and soft looking. The man looks her up and down and steps up to her. He shoves her against the wall and explores her body. One hand cups her ass and the other gropes her tits, squeezing lightly, so soft his fingers sink into her. She moans excitedly as his fingers rub between her legs. ‘Is this what all you nuns wear? Or is it just for me?’ The man says in her ear. Beahna nervously stumbles her words, ‘I-It’s just what I find comfy.’ The man laughs a bit, not quite believing her. Her voice spikes as his fingers pierce her lips. He roughly slides his fingers in and out repeatedly. Lifting her onto her toes and causing her legs to shiver. ‘You’re so tight down there. Do you like my fingers sister? They’re way bigger than yours.’ Her pussy is soaking and dripping down her legs. Beahna is at a loss for words, only shaking and moaning. The man yanks out his fingers, making sure to rub against her g-spot on the way.
Beahna is left panting. Knees knocking together and her arms against the wall acting as her only support. She arches her back, presenting her ass to the man. He lifts up her leg and slides his dick against her pussy. His hard shaft rubs her sensitive lips. Beahna sees it poke out from under her. She whimpers as his tip presses against her lips. Letting out a shrill gasp as it enters her. It spreads her to her absolute limit as it bottoms out with a mutual groan. ‘Woah sister, you took the whole thing? You must be quite adventurous with what you use to please yourself.’ He slowly pulls in and out. Beahna cries in pleasure as he gets faster, slamming his hips into her with intoxicating force. She feels him hit her belly button from inside with each thrust. Her ass claps against him as she gasps and moans. Just as the pleasure ranks up it ends. He pulls his cock out, leaving Beahna to shake and tremble in his absence. ‘Come on sister. Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.’ He gestures to the bed. Beahna stumbles over to the bed, laying on her stomach presenting her ass in the air. The man kneels up behind her, stroking his cock and sliding it against her puckered lips. With a high pitched cry Beahna takes his cock to the base and he starts wailing on her ass once again.
She hugs her pillow to desperately try to stifle her moans. While this mostly works the loud clap of her ass against his hips is unmistakably echoing down the hall. Her ass cheeks ripple with each thrust. The man slaps her repeatedly as he gets faster. The bed begins to creak and her ass turns red. The man groans as he approaches the edge. ‘Fuck, your cock feels so good!’ Beahna screams, throwing her hips back. ‘Fuck me! Fill me with your cum!!’ The man’s pace slows as he pumps his load into her. Each pump feels like a deep punch in her stomach. The man pulls his limp cock out. His cum runs down Beanhas numbed legs as they both take a breather. She lets out tiny whimpers of moans through her exhaustion. He caresses her ass, still tender from the numerous slaps. ‘Hey sister.’ ‘Yes Adventurer?’ ‘For the record, that felt fucking great and I’m still pretty hard. So do you wanna…?’ ‘Yes!’
With a grin on his face the man flips Beahna onto her back. She assists him in taking off the rest of her nun attire, tossing her dress onto the floor and hanging her habit on the post of the bed. He isn’t done yet, reaching under her back and unhooking her blue velvety bra. Her small hands drift up his shirt, feeling his scarred, muscular body as he removes it. ‘Gods, you’re one sexy nun sister.’ The man confidently says, looming over her with a grip on the sheets. She laughs hornily as she gazes down. His cock resting on her stomach, covered in the mucus of her cum and reaching her belly button. His tips audibly slicks against her wet pussy lips and with staggered moans they begin their next round.
He develops his rhythm quickly. Quick and short thrusts but more than enough to send shivers through her body. Her tits bounce with each thrust. She slides her hand down to her clit, rubbing herself vigorously. The pressure breaks and Beahna cums on his cock, shivering and convulsing. The man doesn’t stop though. Fucking her through her orgasm and replacing it with his own. Shooting another load into her pussy.
They spend their day in the room. Beahna makes sure every one of her desires are taken care of. Making sure he breaks the choker around her neck and allowing nearly his full length in her ass. As promises she lets the man have his fun with her body, letting him fuck between her tits, yank on her hair and even pleasing him with her feet.
By the end the two are exhausted. Covered in sweat and panting softly. Beahna rests on the man’s chest with his arm around her shoulder. Just as she is about to drift to sleep her door is knocked on once again. ‘Beahna? Are you in there?’ It’s Father Morgan the abbot of the monastery! ‘What is he dining here? Did he hear me moaning?’ Beahna shoots up and gathers her clothes. She frantically hides the man in her wardrobe and answers the door. She only has time to put on her dress and habit, her underwear is bunched up under her bed covers. Her nipples clearly poke through the dress so she holds her book up to hide them. In the conversation, which just drags on and on, Father Morgan brings you Beahnas state. Her disheveled hair and sweaty appearance. ‘O-oh I was just…working out! Yes, a healthy body is a healthy mind!’ ‘In your nun uniform?’ ‘Yes. It’s surprisingly flexible! you should try them.’ The father then goes on a rant about keeping up appearances even when alone because the gods are always watching and what not. Seemingly forgetting what he actually wanted her for.
After the lecture she closes the door and lets out a sigh of relief. ‘Alright. You can come out now sir.’ ‘Phew that was a close one.’ He laughs as he emerges from the wardrobe. ‘Yes. Now let’s get you out of here. Get dressed and follow me.’ She leads him back to the same door she brought him in through. ‘Well thank you sister for this night. It was definitely memorable.’ Beat a laugh slightly, ‘Please come back again. I’ll be happy to service you more.’ She gives him a deep kiss to send him in his way. Ever since every month or so the man returns to the monastery the guise of ‘learning the way’ for that steamy night of passion with Beahna.
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