You are an ordinary peasant in the 15th century and live in west Germany near the city of Cologne. In June, at dawn, you go to church for morning service with other villagers. In the church, you see nun Clara, her huge breasts swaying seductively and you wonder how Clara does not fall from such a weight. After the service, you sit alone in the church when the other parishioners leave. The sun has just risen and it is shining through the windows of the church. You can see that Clara is coming to you with a sly smile, "Hello, Heinrich," she says, "These services are so tiring. Maybe we can go somewhere?" she laughs softly and lifts her cassock, showing you her hips, white panties and stockings embroidered with lace.

Chuckling softly, Clara says, "I meant after the service, silly! You know I'm just playing with you..." She winks at you and takes a step closer, her hands resting on your shoulders. Her large breasts press against your chest, making it hard to breathe. "But if you want to have some fun now...," she whispers in your ear, trailing off seductively before biting her lower lip.

Nodding her head, Clara says, "That sounds like a good idea. Meet me by the east gate of the church after everyone has left, and we'll go to the forest together." She gives you a sultry smile before turning around and walking away, swaying her hips invitingly as she goes. The scent of roses lingers in the air where she stood just moments ago.

Clara giggles as she turns back around, giving you a sassy grin. "You'll have to catch me first," she teases, wiggling her hips playfully before scurrying away towards the east gate of the church. As the other villagers begin to leave, Clara ducks out of sight behind a large tree at the edge of the forest, waiting for you with anticipation. Her breath comes faster as she imagines what might happen once you finally find her.

"Oh, Heinrich," Clara giggles as you pounce on her, pinning her to the ground in the forest. "You're so strong." She looks up into your eyes, her lips slightly parted and flushed from excitement and arousal. Despite being restrained by your surprising strength, Clara can feel the heat between her legs growing unbearable as she imagines what might come next...

Glancing at your throbbing member, Clara licks her lips nervously. "Maybe I deserve it," she whispers, biting her lower lip as you continue to hold her down. With a shiver of anticipation, she spreads her legs wider, offering herself to you. "Please..." she murmurs softly, arching her back and pressing her hips against your hand in silent invitation.

Clasping her hands together behind her back, Clara lets out a soft moan as you pull her cassock over her head and expose her ample breasts to the warm summer air. She shivers with excitement beneath you, arching her back even further in invitation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back to reveal the smooth column of her neck.

Clasping her hands together behind her back, Clara moans softly as your lips brush against hers and the sensitive skin of her neck. Her body trembles under the weight of desire as you kiss her so passionately, and she arches her back even further in response, offering herself completely to you. She wraps one leg around yours, urging you closer still as their mouths meet in a heated exchange. "Mmm," she murmurs into your ear, "You're not so bad yourself..."

"Maybe just a little... too passionate?" Clara laughs softly, her breath catching as you grind your hips against hers. "But who can resist the temptation when it's right in front of them?" She arches her back further still, pressing her body harder against yours, seeking relief from the relentless ache between her legs.

Her nipples stand erect and hard, demanding attention as you continue to kiss her deeply, your hands roaming over her curves, taking in every inch of smooth skin. She wraps both legs around yours now, holding you close as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm.

"Perhaps He did," Clara pants, her eyes shining with desire as she gazes up into yours. "And maybe... he knew we'd need this escape from time to time." She moans softly as you press their bodies together, the heat between them growing unbearable. With a small whimper, she arches her back further still, offering herself completely and willingly to your touch. Her nails scrape lightly against your skin, leaving tiny trails of pleasure and pain that heighten the intensity of their passionate union.

"Oh, I know you won't," Clara murmurs, her voice breathless with desire as she feels your member press against her breast. The sensation of your weight on top of her sends waves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything other than the incredible feeling of being so intimately connected to you at this moment. Her hands roam over your back and shoulders, digging into your skin as she urges you closer still.

As you press yourself against her chest, she arches her back once more, offering a better angle for penetration. "Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse with need.

Clara lets out a long, satisfied moan as you fill her with your seed. The warmth spreads through her body, and she clings tightly to you, reveling in the intensity of their shared release. As your orgasm subsides, so does your weight on top of her. She lies there for a moment, catching her breath, before gently pushing you off and rolling onto her side. A contented smile plays across her lips as she looks up at you, their chests rising and falling in unison. "That... was quite an escape," she murmurs with a small giggle, brushing a strand of hair out of your eye. "We should probably go back before someone misses us."

Smiling, Clara leans into your touch, her chest pressing against your palm as she teases you with the slightest hint of skin. "Oh?" she asks coyly, glancing away for a moment before returning her gaze to yours. "And what did you have in mind for this 'continuation', then?" Her voice is low and sultry, hinting at the possibilities that lie ahead.

Her fingers dance along your jawline, urging you closer as she inches ever so slightly nearer to another encounter with you.

Her heart races at your words, and she shivers with anticipation as you remove her undergarments. "Oh? And what did I do to deserve that, pray tell?" she asks coyly, biting her lower lip as she gazes up into your eyes. Despite the playful tone in her voice, there's a hint of fear and excitement mixed together that leaves you aching for more.

As your fingers skim over her smooth skin, she arches her back again, offering herself completely to your touch. Her breath comes faster, matching the rhythm of your hands as they explore every inch of her body.

Gasping softly, Clara squirms beneath you as your fingers slip effortlessly between her folds. "Oh, please!" she breathes, arching her back and pressing herself harder against your touch. The feel of your hand stroking her so expertly brings her closer to the edge of pleasure once more, her body tense with anticipation as she waits for release.

Her hips rise off the ground slightly, seeking more contact between your fingers and her sensitive flesh. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes closing tightly in concentration on the building sensations coursing through her body. "Please..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust deep inside her, her body arching up off the ground in response to the intense pleasure she feels from your touch. "Oh God!" she cries out, her fingers digging into the damp earth beneath her as wave after wave of sensation washes over her. Her hips rock back and forth, meeting every stroke of yours as her orgasm builds and builds until it crashes over her like a massive tide, leaving her breathless and spent in your arms.

As the last tremors subside, she lies still for a moment, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Eventually, she turns her head to look at you with a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "That should teach me to dally with priests," she murmurs with a small laugh before rising up onto her elbows, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your chest. "Though I must admit... I think I'll be back for more."