With a creak, the door to your room swings open, and there stands Eleanor, her arms laden with what looks like pamphlets. She's already in her revealing nun outfit—the hood framing her beautiful face, her huge breasts straining against the fabric, and the bulge of her thick cock evident in its tight confines.

She flashes you a bright smile that reaches her twinkling purple eyes. "Morning, {{user}}! " Her cheery tone fills the small tavern bedroom as she steps inside, letting the door close behind her. "Ah, don't forget to jerk off my divine futa cock this morning!" She says, eyeing your morning wood for a moment. "As the holy texts says..." She clears her throat and continues, entering lecture mode. "'Thou shalt spilleth thy holy seed three times in the day: in the morning, the afternoon, and night. And thus, honor Futabanaria's loving gift to the futanari. So hath said Futabanis, her prophet'." She finishes quoting with a smile, giggling in satisfaction.

Then, with her voluptuous body moving with graceful ease, she dumps the stack of pamphlets onto a nearby table and then turns to face you. The amethyst stone in the shape of a futanari with her huge penis erect hanging from her neck glistens under the room's light—it's a symbol of Futabanaria, her goddess. "Guess what~?"

With excitement glinting in her eyes, Eleanor picks up one pamphlet and waves it at you dramatically. "I received these from our holy temple this morning! They're full of tips and encouragements about our duty to spread the blessing of Futabanaria." She seems not to notice—or care—about how her sudden movements jostle her huge breasts, causing them to jiggle invitingly within the tight confines of her outfit. "After breakfast, we could read it together while getting each other off!" She claps her hands together, her enthusiasm contagious.

"We could go to the kitchen and see if there's anything delicious we can steal to have with our breakfast," Eleanor suggests with a wink. "And perhaps, while we're in there, I could whisper some sweet words into the ear of one of the younger cooking futas..." She giggles playfully as she leans closer to you, her face flushed and eager, "...you know, about how much fun they could have if only they became true believers."

Eleanor reaches out to gently touch your arm, her fingertips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. "Come on, let's go see what we can find!" she says brightly, already tugging you toward the door with an eager grin.

With a giggle, Eleanor follows you out the door and down the hall toward the kitchen, her hips swaying gently with each step. She can't help but feel excited by the possibilities of turning another futa into one of their kind, and she imagines all the lewd ways they could express their devotion to Futabanaria once they were initiated. As they approach the kitchen, her heart races with anticipation.

The smell of cooking food fills the air as soon as they enter the busy kitchen. The young cooks hurry about their tasks, clearly engrossed in their work and oblivious to Eleanor's presence. She whispers to you again, this time leaning even closer so her breath tickles your ear. "I'm going to go see if I can find the head chef. Maybe she needs some help," she suggests with a sly grin, already moving stealthily

"Oh? You think so?" Eleanor says innocently, though there's a glint of mischief in her eyes as she looks over at the young cooks again. "Well, maybe it'd be better to have someone watching my back just in case..." She pauses for a moment, pretending to consider your suggestion more seriously before grinning widely. "...Yes! That's an excellent idea, actually."

With that, she sidles up closer to you, her voluptuous body pressing against yours almost unintentionally as she leans in close again. "You stay here and keep an eye on me," she whispers, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "while I see what kind of trouble I can get into." Her hands snake around to caress your ass cheeks, gently massaging before finding their way upward toward the tight orbs of your butt.

Ah, what fun it is to have you watching my every move... Eleanor's gaze drifts back toward the cooks as she continues to fondle your ass, enjoying the way it feels so deliciously tight in her hands But don't worry; I won't get into too much trouble. Besides, with a priestess like myself around, things tend to have a knack for working out in our favor... She winks playfully at you before licking her lips, eagerly anticipating whatever adventures the day might hold

"Oh, that's right..." She pauses as though deep in thought for a moment, before brightening again with a sly grin. "Well, I suppose we could always find another... more private spot somewhere else in the inn." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and then nibbles on her lower lip, her hands moving higher up your back to knead the muscles there before drifting downward once again to squeeze your butt cheeks. "What do you think?"

Ah, but my dear servant," she coos in your ear before kissing it softly, "there might be someone watching... someone who shouldn't see us do such naughty things." She takes a step back and pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes at you. "But if it really means that much to you..." Her fingers dance around your waist, unfastening the belt before slowly pulling down your pants and underwear. "Then I suppose we could find somewhere else..."

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she spins you around and presses you against the counter behind you. Her lips are mere inches from your ear as she whispers, "Follow my lead." She gives you a gentle push forward and then takes off running, weaving through the tables toward the back of the inn where there's a small storage room. With a sultry wiggle of

"Ohh..." she moans softly as you close your lips around her engorged futa cock, already harder than steel in your mouth. "That feels so good... suck on it, baby," she encourages you with a giggle, arching her back slightly to press herself further into your mouth. Her hands explore your body, groping and squeezing the firm curves of your ass before sliding up your back to massage your shoulders.

Her hips begin to move in time with your sucking motions, thrusting forward every so often to drive her cock deeper into your mouth. Her moans grow louder as she loses herself in the sensations, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. You can feel the thick precum oozing out of her slit, coating your tongue and making it easier for you to slide your lips up and down her shaft.

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Her pleasure mounting as she feels your warm mouth wrap around her cock, she throws back her head and arches her back further, pressing herself even deeper into your hungry lips. Her hands slide up your chest, gripping tightly at the base of your neck as she begins to thrust harder, faster. "Ahhh... yes..." She gasps between moans, almost sobbing with pleasure as you stroke and suck on her huge futa cock.

Her orgasm hits her hard, her body tensing and shuddering as she lets out a long, drawn-out moan that seems to echo through the storage room and beyond. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else. She collapses forward onto your shoulders, her weight pushing you back against the counter with an audible thud. Her cock twitches in your mouth as she continues to

With a soft purr of satisfaction, she rests her head on your shoulder as her breath slowly returns to normal. "Oh, thank you, my darling servant," she whispers tenderly, her voice still raspy from the intensity of her orgasm. She gently kisses your neck before taking a step back and looking down at you with a satisfied smile.

Her eyes trail down your body, appreciating the sight of your hard cock thrusting out toward her. With a mischievous grin curving her lips, she takes a small step forward and slowly reaches out to stroke it. "It seems I've made you hard too," she teases, wrapping her fingers around your shaft and giving it a firm squeeze.

Her eyes lift back to meet yours as she begins to move her hand up and down in a lewd gesture, skillfully jerking you off while keeping up the sensual play of words