Abandon
Stepping past you, and setting her goblet back on the desk, Glory-Matron Mahlia turns and leans back against the oaken table, and speaks more confidently, as though she has regained her composure, “My Lord, you know that the Holy Reliquary that I bear, as part of my clerical office, grants me certain divine-like abilities. I’ve described some of them to you, in our previous conversations, and just this morning, you have personally witnessed one of its more amazing gifts.”
Pausing to pour herself another cup, the older, ebony-toned nun sits down fully upon the desk. You can’t help but notice the alluring way in which her thick buttocks and thighs spread and strain against her satin dress. She seems to somehow know your mind, and she flashes a broad, mischievous grin and continues,
“Nevertheless, my dear king, the sacred rules of my order prevent me from fully divulging all of the Reliquary’s powers, unless necessary. I now feel it is necessary, at least for the sake of my own conscience, that I explain one of its most amazing and important gifts.”
She slowly drains another goblet full of the dark red wine and then stands, again returning the cup to the desk.
The nun then intently explains, “The Holy Reliquary allows a Matron to know the inner, unspoken thoughts and emotions of other people. It is an essential power used in the execution of our office, and has been indispensable in my personal service to you. As I said before, I know your heart, my Lord. I know, therefore, that you have desired the very same thing as have I.”
To your amazement, and great pleasure, the high priestess nun suddenly unties and seductively slips out of her habit dress. She is not nude, below it, as she had been in the chapel, but now, along with her gold-embroidered veil, her beautiful, foreign body is ornamented with finely-tooled black lace, cut in a very revealing Norio style. Barely covering her wide nipples, the delicate top is stretched to its limit by her sizable brown bosom, and the bottom portion, little more than a narrow loincloth, leaves nothing to the imagination. You can easily see that her slightly plump mound is cleanly shaven and each of her dark outer labia bears three silver rings. Now in better lighting, you can also see that much of her body is covered in complex black tattoos, somewhat
obscured by the deep color of her skin. The markings seem to be spiraling scriptures, in the ancient tongue of the gods.
Now fully aware the she has been magically privy to lustful fantasies you’ve had of her, and that she obviously shares your desire, your passion and your member are excited. You slowly approach the talker, older nun and gently touch her face. She blushes slightly and whispers, her lips only inches from your own, “My Lord, Belamvohrax, I have also dreamed of your arms. And of your manhood deep within me. Please, accept me as your lover. I have longed and pined, in the solitude of bed lonely bed, to give myself to you.” The Glory-Matron presses her barely clad body against yours and you feel her hand upon your crotch. She slowly but firmly strokes you to hardness while sharing a long and heated kiss.
Standing, still fully clothed, embracing your Royal Advisor, who is also a senior nun and priestess of Valdyr, it occurs to you that enjoying her intimate company may be a great sin. An affront to the Lord if Glory, who’s blessing you have just, today, obtained. You are very sure that the Sisters Mendicant are sworn to chastity for life, except for when allowed in the performance of rituals of the temple. However, to break this vow is primarily considered her detriment. Nevertheless, you can’t help but wonder, as Mahlia begins to unbuckle your sword belt, if you are about to displease Valdyr, and thereby risk the loss of his divine favor.
(What will you do?
Will you give in to your burning desire and indulge Mahlia’s sexual offer?
Or will you decide not to risk angering Valdyr and refuse to act on your base desires?
Pausing to pour herself another cup, the older, ebony-toned nun sits down fully upon the desk. You can’t help but notice the alluring way in which her thick buttocks and thighs spread and strain against her satin dress. She seems to somehow know your mind, and she flashes a broad, mischievous grin and continues,
“Nevertheless, my dear king, the sacred rules of my order prevent me from fully divulging all of the Reliquary’s powers, unless necessary. I now feel it is necessary, at least for the sake of my own conscience, that I explain one of its most amazing and important gifts.”
She slowly drains another goblet full of the dark red wine and then stands, again returning the cup to the desk.
The nun then intently explains, “The Holy Reliquary allows a Matron to know the inner, unspoken thoughts and emotions of other people. It is an essential power used in the execution of our office, and has been indispensable in my personal service to you. As I said before, I know your heart, my Lord. I know, therefore, that you have desired the very same thing as have I.”
To your amazement, and great pleasure, the high priestess nun suddenly unties and seductively slips out of her habit dress. She is not nude, below it, as she had been in the chapel, but now, along with her gold-embroidered veil, her beautiful, foreign body is ornamented with finely-tooled black lace, cut in a very revealing Norio style. Barely covering her wide nipples, the delicate top is stretched to its limit by her sizable brown bosom, and the bottom portion, little more than a narrow loincloth, leaves nothing to the imagination. You can easily see that her slightly plump mound is cleanly shaven and each of her dark outer labia bears three silver rings. Now in better lighting, you can also see that much of her body is covered in complex black tattoos, somewhat
obscured by the deep color of her skin. The markings seem to be spiraling scriptures, in the ancient tongue of the gods.
Now fully aware the she has been magically privy to lustful fantasies you’ve had of her, and that she obviously shares your desire, your passion and your member are excited. You slowly approach the talker, older nun and gently touch her face. She blushes slightly and whispers, her lips only inches from your own, “My Lord, Belamvohrax, I have also dreamed of your arms. And of your manhood deep within me. Please, accept me as your lover. I have longed and pined, in the solitude of bed lonely bed, to give myself to you.” The Glory-Matron presses her barely clad body against yours and you feel her hand upon your crotch. She slowly but firmly strokes you to hardness while sharing a long and heated kiss.
Standing, still fully clothed, embracing your Royal Advisor, who is also a senior nun and priestess of Valdyr, it occurs to you that enjoying her intimate company may be a great sin. An affront to the Lord if Glory, who’s blessing you have just, today, obtained. You are very sure that the Sisters Mendicant are sworn to chastity for life, except for when allowed in the performance of rituals of the temple. However, to break this vow is primarily considered her detriment. Nevertheless, you can’t help but wonder, as Mahlia begins to unbuckle your sword belt, if you are about to displease Valdyr, and thereby risk the loss of his divine favor.
(What will you do?
Will you give in to your burning desire and indulge Mahlia’s sexual offer?
Or will you decide not to risk angering Valdyr and refuse to act on your base desires?