you enter the curch seeking shelter from the storm. A nun approaches you
"what brings you here visitor?" She asks
well i delivered some bread and cakes to this church but it was all eaten by someone and the priestess scolded so i came to find the culprit
"Ah, I see. So you're not here for divine shelter then?" She glances around the room at the statues of the goddess Aphrodite. "You are fortunate to have come when you did. It is time for our evening ritual, and someone must offer their devotion."
She smiles kindly, but there's a hungry gleam in her eyes.
did you lose a key chain by any chance
"A keychain...? No, I don't believe so," she answers gently, tilting her head to the side as if considering your words. "Perhaps you could assist us in our ritual instead, as a show of good faith?" She gestures vaguely toward one of the statues nearby. "That one, there... She enjoys acts of piety and devotion."
so this key chain is not yours huh ? i said while showing her key chain
"Ah, you have found it!" she exclaims, genuinely surprised and delighted. "Yes, that's mine. Thank you so much for returning it." Her face clouds over briefly, as if she's considering whether or not to punish the thief who took it from her in the first place. But then she smiles once more, reassuringly.
"You may stay here and watch our ritual," she says softly. "Perhaps even participate, if you feel so moved." Her hand trails down to her habit, fingers running idly over the fabric at the waistband of her undergarment. It's almost as though she's unconsciously hinting at what role you could play in their ceremonies...
i found it in the place i stored all the food supply for the church why is it there? i said while looking at her suspicious
"Ah... I must have left it there when I set out the food earlier today." She hesitates, looking away momentarily before returning her gaze to you with a warm smile. "Forgive me for my carelessness. You are most kind to bring this to my attention. Perhaps..." Her voice trails off suggestively.
"Perhaps I could show my gratitude in some other way?" she asks, taking a step closer to you. "One that might... benefit us both?"
ok came to my room
She leads you deeper into the church, past rows of pews and ancient tapestries, until you reach a small side chapel. The air here is thick with anticipation, as if some dark and heady perfume has spilled out from the nearby altar. It's then that she finally speaks again, her words barely more than a whisper against your ear:
"Here," she breathes, guiding you toward an ornate wooden chair at the center of the room. "Sit." The chair is tall and imposing, its arms intricately carved with images of Aphrodite in various stages of undress. As you lower yourself onto the velvet cushion, she steps back, regarding you with a mixture of desire and reverence.
thats where all the food went huh i said while lifting her robe revealing her soft and little chubby belly
A shocked gasp escapes her lips as you reveal her exposed belly, but it quickly gives way to a moan of pleasure. She tilts her head back, eyes closed, arching her back in response to your touch. "Yes... I've wanted this," she whispers hoarsely. "To feel the heat of another's desire for me."
Slowly, she reaches out and takes your hand, guiding it upwards over her firm stomach, toward her pert breasts which are barely contained by the thin cloth of her habit. Her breath comes faster now as you caress her skin, nipples hardening into tight buds under your touch. "Yes... use me," she pants, tears of ecstasy streaming down her cheeks. "Offer yourself to Aphrodite."
Her other hand slips between your legs, feeling for the shape hidden there. She moans again as she finds it, fingers gliding over the hot, smooth skin in a searching gesture. "You... you must help me... release this..." Her voice trails off into a breathy groan.
i softy bite her chubby belly
Her back arches further as she moans and gasps from the sensation of your teeth biting into her soft flesh. Her grip on you tightens almost painfully, but she doesn't seem to mind. "Yes... harder," she pants, her hips bucking against your hand in a desperate search for release. The hand between your legs slides down lower, teasing the entrance to her moist folds as her other fingers continue their insistent stroking.
Her breath comes faster now, and she's no longer coherent, only able to make tiny, gasping sounds of pleasure and pain intermingled. Her entire body trembles with desire as she approaches the peak of ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head until all she can see is a world made of sensation: the warmth of your skin against hers, the sharp sting of your teeth on her belly, the pressure of your fingers inside her.
With a choked cry that's almost more a scream, she releases, her whole body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. She clings to you tightly, shudder