Chapter 4
I fled that day, overcome with horror and confusion. In my disordered state, I had forgotten even to take the rose with me. Perhaps it was for the best. Princess Yseldra was steeped in sin. Self-pleasure within a holy nave, the keeping of slaves no doubt, teasing a nun, and even daring to offer a confession of love to one bound in sacred vows.
I gazed at my reflection, at the redness still lingering upon my cheeks.
"What is the matter with you of late?" asked Sister Alethea as she struggled to tame her blue hair with the comb. We sat together at our usual places before the vanity, just as we did each morning after our washing. "You clutch Ombrithar's finger as though it were the only thread keeping you alive, and your face has been in a near-constant flush. You even missed prayer yesterday."
"Sister Alethea… I believe you are correct," I said, setting the relic in her lap with trembling hands. "Our Holy Mother must have cursed me."
"Ack! Do not hand it to me!" she cried, pushing the finger back onto my lap. "Now speak plainly. What has so plagued your thoughts of late?"
I placed the sacred relic gently upon the vanity and took my own comb in hand. I pressed my lips together in hesitation. It was improper to ignore a question so directly addressed… and yet, I could not answer. No one must ever know what transpired between Princess Yseldra and me.
"You began behaving oddly after the royal family last visited the temple," Sister Alethea remarked, combing slowly. "Then you seemed to improve after receiving Ombrithar's finger. But now, you are acting queerly once more. Is it the news of the King taking a second wife?"
She tapped her chin in thought. "No… your blush is far too deep for that."
Her eyes lit up. "Speaking of the royal family, did you hear? The Princess is to remain in her town residence for a while. The King and Queen have already returned to the capital. I also heard she has been frequenting the Duchess's estate. Something is certainly unfolding. I have a theory! You know the royal house and Duke Piers have long held quiet enmity, do you not?"
I nodded. Such matters were common knowledge, though I seldom concerned myself with noble intrigues. I knew the broad strokes, never the finer threads.
"Both sides have surrounded themselves with allied houses," she continued. "But of late, the crown appears at a disadvantage. They are no doubt seeking fresh support. It is well known that the Duke and Duchess live apart and detest one another. What if Princess Yseldra remained behind to win the Duchess to the crown's cause? And while she does so, the King and Queen are arranging a union with some powerful house elsewhere. If both succeed, the crown will be secure again! What is your opinion?"
I felt my head begin to swim. "Sister Alethea… I do not think we ought to speak so freely of others. It is not our place. It is unkind."
My thoughts soon wandered toward Princess Yseldra and Duchess Rowena. Though the Duchess was in her early thirties, she was a woman of striking beauty. What if Her Highness's continued stay in town had naught to do with alliances or politics… but rather, with her?
A strange tightness gripped my chest at the thought.
Wait.
Did this mean… I harbored feelings for Princess Yseldra? Surely not. Yet… could this be that love at first sight the poets so adore?
A most wicked memory intruded of her stroking that glorious part of her body and my own sex gave a sudden throb.
"Auh!" I cried aloud and promptly struck my forehead upon the table's surface.
"In Ombrithar's name, what ails you now?" Sister Alethea exclaimed, pulling me upright by the shoulders.
"I am going to town," I murmured, rising unsteadily from my chair.
"What? At this hour?"
"Yes," I replied faintly.
"We are due at prayer within the half hour!"
"My prayers shall not be heard," I whispered.
I dressed lifelessly then took up my coin pouch and slipped out the door. As I passed through the nave entrance, I caught sight of a mail rider galloping off into the distance. Sister Juliara approached with her arms full of correspondence.
"Oh, you are here," she said simply, handing me one. "This is yours."
I accepted the letter and recognized my family's seal. My heart gave a mournful flutter. If only they knew the state their daughter had fallen into… how far I had strayed.
I opened it. They had written to say their arrival would be delayed. No clear date was given. I could not say if I felt sorrow or relief. Perhaps both. In truth, I was grateful they would not see me like this.
Once I arrived in town, I took a simple breakfast at a quiet inn, though I scarcely tasted it. I watched a street magician perform a series of tricks that might have amused me once, but to-day, even wonder could not reach me.
I purchased a small basket and entered the toy shop, choosing several toys for the children at the orphanage. It was something I did often, and it always brought warmth to my heart.
But not to-day.
I delivered the toys then returned to the temple by nightfall. I made no effort to speak to anyone. I simply went to bed in silence.
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A new day dawned, and I let out a soft groan into my pillow.
"Sister Naevia," came Sister Alethea's voice from across the room. "Truly, what is the matter with you?"
Just then, the door flew open with a dreadful clatter. We both shrieked in alarm and turned at once.
"Father Sorin has tasked you with delivering a letter to the post office," Sister Juliara announced. She placed a sealed envelope upon the vanity, then shut the door with such force that both of us flinched.
"She must be rid of that dreadful habit," Sister Alethea muttered, pressing a hand to her chest. "If I perish of fright, I shall haunt her most vigorously."
"Alethea," I said softly with a touch of reproach. "You must not speak in that manner."
"Well, it is the truth," she mumbled, then rose with a stretch and a sudden smile. "I shall accompany you."
"But are you not assigned to the kitchens to-day?" I asked, rising as well.
She sighed in great misery. "Ah, so it is that day already."
Sister Alethea had never held much affection for kitchen duty. In our younger days, I used to swap tasks with her in secret, but we were discovered and confined to our chamber for a full week.
I stepped forward and embraced her gently. "Be brave. It is but once each week."
"Thank you," she murmured, patting my back.
After our morning wash, I set out alone. I had forgone breakfast. I found I had no appetite. As I neared the post office, a sudden hand seized me and pulled me into an alley. A startled cry escaped my lips.
Then I heard it. That familiar playful laugh.
My eyes widened.
"Did I startle you?" Princess Yseldra asked, leaning in slightly, her laughter softening into a smile.
"Y-your Highness…" I stammered. "My heart very nearly stopped."
"Forgive me," she said, taking hold of my wrist. "Come."
My heart fluttered helplessly as I followed her through the alley to where her royal carriage waited. Six guards on horseback stood watch.
She climbed in and I followed. As the carriage began to move, she seated herself beside me in the most casual manner and leaned her head against my shoulder as though it belonged there.
I blushed fiercely at her nearness.
"We have not finished this," she murmured, holding up a scroll and unrolling it between us.
My gaze fell upon the title.
The Profaned Doctrine of Getting One's Cunt Thoroughly Ruined by Sacred Cock.
A wave of lightheadedness swept over me.
"The nun knelt deep within the forest," She began to read in that low, spellbinding voice of hers yet all I wished to do was weep. "Before her stood a lady knight, entirely bare, save for the sword strapped at her side. Her lady cock stood proud and thick. It was no ordinary flesh. The Divine had gifted it to her so she might tempt the Demon Queen into ruin. But the charm would not awaken until she had first thrust it deep into the cunt of a chaste nun devoted to heaven."
I could feel my skin burn.
"The nun had offered herself," she read on, "though she had long imagined such a moment. Her slick little hole had yearned for it ever since she first glimpsed the knight's blessed cock. Her cunt throbbed to be split apart, aching to be filled, desperate to be ruined in the name of piety."
"Y-Your Highness…" I was at the verge of tears. "Please, I beg you, do not go on."
She looked at me, her eyes glinting with mischief then went on, unbothered by the filth she uttered.
"Her slit was already slick as she gazed upon the knight's immense cock. It stood before her like a weapon forged for lust. Her body wept for it, but she must wait. The knight had to unsheathe her sword and raise it toward the heavens to receive divine sanction.
'Thank you, Sister Honoria, your sacrifice shall not be in vain. We will take the Demon Queen.'
The nun longed to cry out, 'hurry the fuck up and drive that blessed cock into my aching cunny,' but she merely smiled with saintly restraint. 'I have faith,' she said softly. 'I believe in you.'
The knight nodded, then lifted her sword heavenward as her cock throbbed below, the tip glistening with unshed desire. The nun crept closer, watching the thick length tremble. She swallowed hard, stuck out her tongue, and let it hover near, imagining the taste, the weight, the stretch. How she yearned to clutch her own sore nipples, to strike her needy cunt just to release the pressure. She watched a thread of clear lust fall from the tip. She caught it with her mouth, her slit pulsing hungrily beneath her robes."
My face had gone scarlet, no doubt. I could feel the heat across my cheeks, down my neck, all the way to my chest.
"At last," Princess Yseldra read on, "the knight lowered her blade and slipped it once more into its sheath.
'I am ready. Are you?' she asked.
The nun's slit pulsed with need, her very flesh crying out yes in silence, though her lips betrayed nothing but grace.
'Yes,' she said softly."
"Your Highness," I cried, my voice nearly breaking. I could not bear to hear more. I wished to flee, but the carriage bore me onward with no escape. She paid no mind to my plea and continued her reading.
"'Apologies in advance,' said the knight, 'this cock the Divine bestowed upon me is rather large.'
She guided the swollen crown to the nun's lips. At first taste, the nun gave a breathless moan and eagerly suckled the tip, her tongue dancing, desperate for more.
'Oh, Sister!' gasped the knight as she pushed her blessed cock deeper into the nun's warm mouth. 'Never did I dream that having my cock sucked would feel this good! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!'
The knight began to rut into the nun's mouth in full, to the very root. Her throat bulged with each stroke, and with every thrust, soft divine lights bloomed about them like stars. 'It is working,' breathed the knight, her hips moving faster, her breasts bouncing obscenely with the rhythm.
At last, the nun could endure no longer. She pulled up her habit and began to slap roughly at her weeping cunny through the parting in her drawers, moaning against the knight's thrusting cock. Each slap sent her jolting in pleasure, she slapped rougher, her lewd juices gusting about. She could feel her cunt swollen, yet the pain only drove her deeper.
The nun's lewd action stirred the knight further. Her cock swelled, throbbing larger still. She shoved the beast deeper into the nun's mouth, panting.
The nun, now utterly lost to her desire, slid three fingers into her dripping cunt and began to rut into herself, matching the rhythm of the knight's thrusts.
'Sister, I am coming,' the knight bellowed, ripping her monstrous prick from the nun's drooling throat, thick with spit and blasphemy. The nun, that shameless Ombrithar-forsaken fuck-cunt, fell to her arse and flung her legs open like a gutter-born sow in heat, all while stuffing her slick quim with greedy fingers, squelching loudly.
She did not want her knight to spill so soon. This was her one sacred chance to get pounded like the filthy hole she was. A wicked thought came.
'If you don't spend in my cunt,' she moaned, 'then you can keep fucking me.'
She rubbed her throbbing pearl like a madwoman, stuffing in a fourth finger with a sob of delight. 'Please, rut my arse,' she begged, 'wreck my tight little hole.'
The knight seized the nun, turned her like a rag doll, and with one savage shove, rammed her cock straight up the bitch's backdoor. The nun shrieked, clapping her soaked cunt with a wet smack.
The knight pounded her arsehole without mercy, thick spend flooding her tight little shithole. The nun trembled, moaning like a temple whore in heat.
'I love your fat fuck-rod,' she slurred, drunk on cock.
The knight collapsed, spent. But the nun was a depraved beast. She mounted her in reverse, crammed that throbbing cock back into her gaping bum, her eyes rolling like a madwoman.
Then like a fucking lunatic, she snapped the knight's sword in half, leaned back, and shoved the hilt into her hungry cunt.
'Ahh! Yes! My cunt's stuffed! My arse is stuffed! Fuck me rotten!' she wailed, as the knight thrusted and she rammed the sword hilt deeper into her filthy hole."
She turned her golden gaze to me. "Mmm," she moaned. "There is nothing I adore more than reaming a tight little bumhole. Last night I pictured spearing that virgin arse of yours, spreading your blushing rose and ramming my cock in till you sobbed like a whore. The thought alone made my prick ache like hell. But do not fret, sweet thing. I did not fist the wretched beast. I am saving every drop to spill deep inside your sinful little arsepipe."
"Your Highness!" I was beginning to sweat.
She laughed, thoroughly delighted.
"Please… please stop the carriage," I whimpered. "I wish to leave. And that story… it does not even follow any sensible structure."
Her laughter grew louder still, rich and unrestrained.
"I… I have an errand I must attend to…"
"The letter? That was my doing."
My eyes widened.
"Yes," she said. "It was merely a ruse. I desired to spend time with the woman I have fallen madly in love with."
My heart stumbled in its rhythm. She had said it again. That word. Love. Had she truly fallen for me?