The Priestess and The Paladin

The idea that even the clergy needed human companionship and consolation was a growing ill ease these days with the people. It was both unfortunate and becoming all too common; especially in such days when human numbers were low and cities lay waste in ruin and rubble. Trysha, massaged a chill from her arms, mentally pushing away the loneliness and sadness such thoughts brought upon her. The level of consolation for one small group of people - the priests - to bear was growing increasingly heavy. To try to lighten the days of others, and to try to keep a positive front, and to be expected to do so with only the consolation of one's faith, was becoming an impossible burden.

Her mind wandered unbidden to battlegrounds that would not leave her nightmares. Places she had been. Visions she had seen. So many vicious battles scarred the land where broken bodies and skeletons of the fallen littered the countryside, their bones part of the landscape. What started the war? She couldn't remember. She did not want to remember. It had not even begun in her lifetime. It was not her quarrel. It wasn't even a war any longer. It was scattered skirmishes that flared up and refused to go away. It was conflicts made up of racial hatreds and clan scores with blood-pacts of petty vengeances that ran deep and would not be mended, wounds that would not heal - would not be allowed to heal.

No human or dwarven city was untouched. Stormwind was the last human safe haven and was constantly challenged. All gnomish cities were gone. What gnomes remained took refuge mostly in dwarven towns, Ironforge being their stronghold. Elven cities were barely whispers amongst the trees - a full continent and half a world away on the far side of the maelstrom. So many families were torn asunder, shred apart like paper and left to wither in the rain. Decay and disease obliterated any who remain behind unslain, yet they were just as beset under the foot of armed forces of either side. Entire clans were exterminated in single clashes.

So many surviving peoples of all races were in need of comfort of all kinds: emotional, spiritual, physical. Humans were so few - while at the same time seemingly so many - and the clergy even fewer; so overwhelmed. So few to do the job presented them by need beset upon them by the ravages of war from all sides. The people needed leadership and they wanted their leadership undistracted by personal interests. It was a matter of time before the Cathedral elders buckled to the pressure of popular opinion and passed decree to forbid their leading members to seek the private company of others even to the point of spousal interests.

"A sad turn of events," Trysha murmured and sipped at her juice-sweetened tea. She set the bronze cup back down upon the splintery tabletop. The table was thick and dark and able to withstand many abuses as it bore deep gouges and stains and burn marks of many abuses already. The battered table reflected the mindset of its visitor.

Trysha watched patrons come and go from the common room of the inn, nodding her head at one or another as her dark eyes met this one or that in social accordance. She was a priestess of the Light, a representative of the Cathedral of Light, and the everyday folk looked to her for spiritual comfort and social graces to which she was accustomed to providing, especially for the children. It was the children who fared the worse in these times of war. There were so many, many orphans. Even the king of humankind himself was but a young orphan.

Trysha sighed, thankful that she was no orphan matron. That was the job of other good, hearty souls.

So many patrons moving through the inn today, young, old, she thought. There were those with grand designs on becoming mages, and a few others with skills of the darker arts alongside their summoned demonic pets. Although the warlocks were sinister denizens of darker powers their presence did not perturb the priestess of the Light, the war made room for unusual alliances, of which warlocks and priests was one. Powerful warriors walked side-by-side with their rogue companions, who were often enlisted in the armies as spies and scouts for their now-valued skills. Hunters were readily available along with their combat-trained animal companions. Occasionally, a dwarf wandered through with a grand snow leopard or wolf or bear at his side. Other patrons of the inn were also clergy, but their numbers were few. Most of the patrons of this inn were paladins.

So many paladins, she mused.

Paladins came and went in droves these days because of the war. Their numbers continued to climb staggeringly. They came in younger and stronger and eager. But, unfortunately, most of them lacked the understanding of what they really stood for. Most of them were no more than glorified warriors. They were bullies with a shiny suit of armor who were promised a free horse when they passed the test of their paladinship. When they passed their test of vigil.

She watched as a fight broke out in street between new paladins. One of them in particular was bullying all-comers who passed by. He strutted about clucking like a chicken taunting those who refused him and laughed at those he deemed inferior.

Trysha felt her heart fight itself in her chest at the conflict of what paladins really stood for and of what the order had degraded into. A fraternity of mean, selfish, arrogant...

"Fruit or bread pastry, my lady priestess?" the innkeeper's wife asked her breaking the priestess from her contemptuous thoughts. Bread pastry was made available only because the little inn was so close to Stormwind and it was well protected due to the closeness of the recruits' training grounds, but even it was prone to occasional raids.

"Please," Trysha replied with a brave smile. When she reached into her bag for copper to pay the woman pressed her hand closed to it.

"Not this time," she smiled. "It's been paid for."

"By whom?"

The woman indicated a rather good-looking man across the room near the large fireplace. "That young paladin over there," she said.

"A paladin? Oh. No. No, I couldn't."

"The lad's had his eye on you for a while now."

"I fear my appreciation for paladins is about as good as their order's reputation."

"I don't believe he knows your mind, miss," she smiled.

Trysha gazed over toward the paladin at the fireplace and nodded her thanks as the innkeeper's wife left her side. As she completed her nod the paladin slid his booted foot from the iron rail it rested on and made his way over to the beneficiary of his generosity.

Trysha felt her throat constrict. No! Not this way, she thought. It was just a thank-you, not an invitation. By the Light he's yummy. No! Go away!

A smile warmed the young man's face. It was a smile that made his blue eyes sparkle. "Is the pastry to your satisfaction?"

Trysha swallowed hard. The fruit baked into the flaky bread was sticky and everything balled up into dough and absorbed all moisture in her mouth. She reached for her tea for more than a sip. Had she not froze socially the pastry would have been very much a delight. Swallowing was made easier with the tea but for her near choking on the fluid trying to go down the wrong pipe. "Oh! I..." she coughed. "I'm s-sorry."

His smile turned to surprise as he gently took her arm and made ready to pat her on the back. "Are you all right?"

Trysha nodded and sipped a bit more at her tea to clear the bread. "Sit," she motioned. "Please sit. I'm sorry. I'm just not accustomed to rich food."

"Everything is fine?" he asked, genuine concern showing on his face.

"Yes, yes," she said grabbing up the loose sleeve of her robe to cough into. She watched him move as he sat down. There was grace in his muscular lines as he moved. A noble, she realized.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

He recomposed himself. His deep black hair rested in twin braids over the front of his armored shoulders framing a fair-complected face that, at present, was fixed in some unease. "This is not how I intended to make introductions."

"I've made things difficult, haven't I?" Trysha replied.

The paladin tilted his head as he looked back at her. "I've never seen a young woman with white hair like yours," he told her. "It's quite fetching. Especially against your darker skin."

Trysha felt her back straighten taken completely by surprise. "Thank-you. I think."

"Amber," he said.

"What?"

"Your eyes," he said. "They're amber, not brown. Not really."

Trysha grabbed her tea, downed the whole thing and made ready to leave. "I have vespers I need to attend."

"It's early morning. Vespers aren't for hours. I do vespers too. And lauds, prime, tierce, sext, nones, and complin, when needed."

Trysha blinked. There was no bluffing this one. He knew the canonical hours for prayer. "I need time to prepare and reflect for my divine duty."

"You just got here."

"Don't you have a vigil to do? You're a paladin, right?"

He smiled again. "I'm not like any paladin you know."

Panic made Trysha's heart beat faster. He was staring her down. His eyes dared her to move. She knew that if she moved he would be in front of her serpent-quick. This was a man who when he knew what he wanted he went after it with no remorse. "Who are you?" she demanded in an attempt to regain her self-composure.

The paladin stood and bowed, metal and chain from his mail suit rattled as he moved. "Sebau en el Iskandaria, at your service, my dear lady." He gently took the trembling priestess by the hand and brushed his lips across the back tasting hints of fruit juice and tea along with the hint of her natural skin. The fingers of his other hand traveled lightly up the underside of her arm up from her wrist until she just shivered. "Might I have the pleasure of knowing who it is the company I have been graced with this morning?"

"Trysha," she said, envious that Sebau was a man who knew his lineage, who knew his family. She was orphaned young and raised by the church. She didn't even know if Trysha was her family given name from birth. By the Light, she thought, when this one wanted to he had noble graces. "Trysha Stuart, priestess of the House of Light."

Sebau continued to hold Trysha's hand. He tightened his grip slightly as he felt her try to pull away. "Trysha. What a rare pleasure," he told her enveloping her hand inside both of his and pulling her toward him. His eyes stayed focused on her face watching her expressions, watching her. She had no choice but to move toward him.

Trysha was beginning to realize that this paladin did in fact have a higher grasp on his knowledge of how to intimidate than most of his counterparts had. The fact that he used an unusual friendly manner unnerved her that much more. She would have sworn that her heart's pounding was making her priest's robe flutter upon her chest. "What is it I can help you with, Sir Sebau?" she asked.

"The possibilities boggle the mind," he grinned. With her sudden back step he pulled her forward. Her tiny gasp appeared to please him. Her eyes darted to and fro looking for something from his. With unfair strength he held her hand in only one of his without hurting her, with the other he drew it along the underside of her forearm. Then her brain re-processed what he had actually done. Sebau had held her arm and puller her closer by the hand to him. He pressed her hand against his chest plate. "I have a pain, here, that I believe you can help me with."

Trysha swallowed. Her hand pressed flat against his chest plate with his hand firmly on top of hers holding it in place. The metal was warm from his body heat. Before she realized it Sebau's other had was around her waist pulling her up close against him. Now, not only was her heart pounding in her ears deafening her, but her breathing was going out of her control. Blood tingled in her veins. How could this be happening?

Trysha gave a meager push against Sebau's chest. "Please, Sir Sebau," she breathed. "I don't care for paladins. They're--"

"Nor do I," Sebau agreed. "Most are pompous snobs who act like spoiled children, bully the less fortunate, beg for riches in return for nothing, demand what they do not deserve, and walk around acting as though they have pikes stuck up their backsides. They care for no one but themselves. They have no sense of chivalry. No sense of gentry. No sense of charity. No sense of camaraderie. It's because of the depths of the war that we've been hit and sheer desperation of the kingdom that is forced to recruit from the dregs of what we have left of society. Why, did you know there are those so-called paladins who are pressing to try to convince the higher-ups to permit the order to allow the use of ranged weaponry! Absurd! Where is the honor?"

Trysha blinked. Her thoughts echoed almost exactly in the words Sebau spouted so heatedly. "Honor--"

"Exactly! See, you understand." Sebau gazed down on Trysha. "I chose well."

Trysha felt her knees give way. Chose? The paladin who was beginning to prove himself to be unlike any other paladin she knew responded to her unexpected weight shift with an easy catch and a smile. "Sorry," she offered and tried to force herself back to her senses. She could hardly believe how forward the man was with her in a public place. "I really can't. There's a - an injunction taking place that restricts priests from..." Oh, Lights what a smile!

"What?"

"Huh?"

"An injunction that restricts priests from what?"

"Oh!" she rubbed her temple to clear her thoughts. "From what you're trying to maneuver me."

"Has it been approved yet?"

"No."

His smile took on a wicked charm. "Then, we must hurry."

"Hurry?" she objected as the paladin began to usher her upstairs. "But, sir, I've hardly said yes to anything!"

Sebau paused to take the priestess' chin gently in his fingers. "You are a delight. Did you just say, yes?"

Trysha was stunned. "Well, yes, just a moment ago."

"Then what are we waiting for? Would you prefer my room or yours?"

"M-mine. But wait!" She stopped at the first landing in the stairs. When did we get to the stairs? "I barely know you. Sir Sebau, I am not some strumpet to be taken from the streets for a moment's pleasure. Nor am I a common woman who can be plucked at whim by a passing nobleman because of landed rights. I am a..."

Sebau stepped in close to her, took her face in his hands and pet her soft hair on one side. "You are an ordained priestess, a shield of the Light. I am a sworn paladin, a sword of the Light. One of the better ones, remember? We are of the same material, the same cloth. You are a healer of the faith. I am a defender of the same faith. If you fear for your honor it can be in no better hands." He bent to move his face close to hers. He lowered his voice to a near whisper, "And, right now the sight and the scent of you is driving me insane. Don't turn me away."

He spoke to her with respect and desire. The desire part Trysha had heard before, often, from higher-ranking priests and cathedral soldiers alike when they wanted the same thing from her. The respect was something unusual. That combined with his eagerness to get her upstairs had the effect of some curious magic on her. She turned and continued to her room.

"I don't have any squire training, so I will need some coaching on where some of your buckles are if we're going to get you out of some of this armor," Trysha surprised herself by saying as she closed the door to her inn room. Lights, please, please, don't make a fool of me by making this sweet-talker actually one of those dolts I hate. Please!

Sebau seemed so sincere downstairs, but then anyone could if they were clever enough and tried hard enough. Trysha would hate the world and everyone in it, and herself the most, if it turned out she was played a fool. After closing the door she turned and helped Sebau slide his dark cloak from his armor-bound shoulders. So wide, she thought, gazing on the man's shoulders from the back. She bit her lip. I can't believe I'm going through with this with a paladin.

Sebau turned to face her and wrapped a hand around one of her wrists and pulled her toward him into an embrace, into a kiss, their first kiss. She tingled and shivered uncontrollably as she felt one of his hands find its way into her robe gently seeking around for any bare skin inside. Her belt gave way allowing her robe to fall open. It fell to the floor exposing her kilt and shift she wore beneath it.

One layer gone, Sebau had only one layer to go. He moved one of her hands to a side buckle for her to work his chest piece. With the robe gone he could more easily view the curve of her chest beneath her shift as it teased him with its partial view down the front. Her chest appeared shapelier without the constriction of the robe. He saw that her dark skin also continued down her throat into what he could see of her breast.

Trysha had the side buckle undone and urged Sebau to snake through slipping the heavy thing off. She watched as he moved with practiced ease taking off the chest armor leaving only a red shirt beneath. His arms and chest strained the shirt in places as he moved. Trysha quickly slid her hands beneath the material to loosen it and had him slip through and it was off in a second. Her breath caught as she gazed upon a nearly hairless chest of hard, well-defined muscle and healed scars - life before healing magic and potions. She didn't realize she was biting her lower lip again.

"My turn," Sebau said and gripped the hem of her white shift and pulled her forward when her eyes widened. "Not shy are we?"

"Uh, well, actually," she stammered.

"Don't be," Sebau took her face in his hands and kissed her again. "So beautiful," he murmured.

Before Trysha knew it Sebau was kissing along her neck and her arms were over her head as her shift was sliding passed her face and then her elbows and away from her body. Sebau pulled her close. Her breasts pressed warmly against his chest as he distracted her with kisses.

He guided her hand to his belt. She had to stop kissing to see what she was doing more than a couple of times. "I told you I was no squire," she said lowly.

Sebau ran a hand through her snowy locks. "We can fix that," he told her. "A little more practice and no one will know the difference." He kissed the side of her head taking in her scent enjoying the softness of her hair. He stole a look at her bare chest; completely tan with pink nipples! "The leg pieces too, unless you only want to remove the codpiece."

"How difficult would that be on you? With just the codpiece gone, I mean?" she asked innocent enough.

"Minx!" Sebau grinned. His grinned faded quickly. "Ahem, it has to come off. Now!" He squirmed in discomfort until buckles came free and the codpiece at his groin loosened. He snickered at Trysha and pulled her to him, "Intentional or not, that one you pay for."

In a few short seconds Sebau had the strings of Trysha's kilt loosened and the kilt slipped down over her hips. Anything that was underneath her kilt had slipped down with it. Curls of white peeked up at him from the feminine Vee of the woman's legs. Beneath the white curls were shades of pink flesh blushing, almost glowing, from below. Where Sebau was made uncomfortable moments ago he was aching now. "Oh my ancient gods, I have got to have you!"

Sebau crawled forward forcing Trysha down to her back on the bed beneath him. She reached up between them stopping his advance with her fingers to his lips. The moment allowed Sebau to notice her amber eyes had taken on a more tawny-golden quality, like ale warmed by the back glow of a distant flame, during the last several moments. "You should know that although I have not lain with a paladin before, you are not my first."

Sebau kissed her fingers. "Good," he told her. "There's that much less I have to teach you."

Trysha relaxed back into Sebau's kisses. She allowed his mailed knee to come between her bare thighs letting him in closer to her. As he drew in his kisses moved to her throat, his weight pressed her deeper into the bed, her legs naturally moved open and up to his waist. The skin of her inner thighs was sensitive to the metal protecting his legs and she gasped at the heat of him, as he pressed against her, anxious to be inside her.

A short time later...

Sebau rested back on the bed and watched as Trysha moved about the room. He had lost the mail leggings sometime during the loveplay and now lie as naked as she. "No," he said as she reached for her kilt. "Don't dress too quickly."

"What?" she asked.

"I'm not done with you."

"Again?"

He smiled a crooked, mischievous smile. "More."

"We napped through most of the afternoon. I'll be missed. Won't you be missed?"

"Who cares? More." An idea came to light. "In fact, use the table washbasin this time."

"But I'll be missed."

Sebau shrugged. "Are you actually assigned for sermons here?"

"Well, no. But I've made myself quite visible in the community."

Sebau motioned for her to toss the kilt aside. "Lose it. You're mine for the day." He lay back with one arm behind his head and rested his other hand on his crotch. "Be mine for the day."

Trysha let her kilt fall back where it originally lay. "All right. What is it you want me to do with the washbasin?"

"Bathe for me," he told her. "And bathe slowly. Let the water fall freely over you."

"But that'll be cold," she objected, knowing full well it was her nipples he was wanting to see standing fully erect and the skin prickling in the cold - slick and shining in the water. Sex games were nothing new to her; they were just not as common with the warrior types as they were with the more cloistered priestly types. It had to be that the warriors got out more, she thought.

"Don't worry, I'll warm you," he reassured her.

"I have no doubt that you will," she replied. She poured water from the pitcher into the large bowl that the pitcher had been sitting in and took a sea-sponge in hand. It was a local sea-sponge brought in from the sea off the coast of Westfall; not that the old docks there were in any kind of working order anymore thanks to the war and the murlocs that had moved in to lay claim to the beaches, but there was a brave soul who dove the site for pearls and kelp and frequently brought back other treasures, sponges for everyday use being among them.

Trysha soaked the sponge and turned to face her dark-haired lover. Leaning against the heavy table she spread her legs slightly and starting at her shoulder she brought the sopping sponge to her and let it drain water from her breasts and shoulders along her body to the floor. The late afternoon sun filtering in from the blown-glass windows behind her shown through the glistening water illuminating her near-silhouetted form in little rivulets of golden light. Her skin chilled almost immediately. Her nipples stood out hard and fast, almost painfully. She hissed and her toes curled from the cold. Water pooled at her feet. The hand she used for steadying herself against the table tightened.

"Cold?" Sebau asked, fully appreciating the spectacle.

"Yes."

"Don't stop."

"Not planning to."

"Wash between your legs," he told her. "I have a taste for you."

Right, she thought. For this you pay. She dipped the sponge again and drenched the other side of her body, this time drawing the sponge down to her crotch. "Mmmm," she moaned softly for him, more than for herself. Pleasuring herself for the entertainment of a man was not uncommon for her, but this one she decided was going to be a little torture for him in payback for enduring the cold water.

Trysha heard Sebau making soft, agreeable noises of his own. She dipped the sponge again and backed onto the tabletop so that she could spread her legs wider for him and utilize the sponge easier on herself. First wet the breasts again, keep the nipples hard and tight, she instructed herself, besides the material of the sponge actually felt good now across the sensitive skin of her nipples. She drew the sopping sponge down between her breasts, down the front of her chest across her stomach to her already soaked pussy and opened her legs wider still as the wet sponge met again with her tingling female flesh.

"Ah!" she moaned with its touch. "Yeah!" She swirled the sponge around herself letting it affect her sexually, forgetting about the cold. Her fingers were a silky soft contrast to the slight scratching sensation the sponge offered to her swelling pussy.

"Stop!" Sebau told her surprising her out of her building self-climax. "Don't cum yet."

It was almost too late; her pussy was pulsing with hunger to finish. Her breasts were aching for attention.

"Come over here," the paladin told her. She set the sponge down and obeyed, lying down beneath him like a lover who had been with him for years.

Sebau's cock was hard and dripping, very ready for her, but he ignored it. Instead he positioned her higher up in the bed and settled himself lower, facing her crotch. Her scent was powerful. He could see her whole pussy was swollen and pulsating from her own manipulations. Tiny pieces of beige colored sea-sponge had fallen off and netted into her sopping wet white fur. Rich cream was offering itself from deep inside her leaking onto the bed. Her whole body was wet and prickly from the cold of being wet. It was time to warm her as he had promised.

"Hurry!" she breathed.

Sebau chuckled at her. He knew she felt the heat of his breath on her crotch. "No way," he told her and watched as she arched and whined in need. He smiled and gently blew at her crotch trying in part to clear some of the sea-sponge bits away and in part to tease the hungry lady a little more.

Trysha slapped the bed as Sebau's breath washed over her swollen pussy. She arched and grabbed a pillow throwing her shrieks into that as she felt her lover's soft tongue seeking through and around feminine folds for the first time.

"Oh! You! Oh! Oh!" she cried out. "What are you...? Oh, yes!" Sebau's tongue swirled circles around her erect clitoris as his fingers sought refuge inside her and worked the same magic as any cock had before them. Trysha rocked and buffeted uncontrollably with the climax that wouldn't stop building.

Keeping the woman's screams and shrieks of delight down was impossible and Sebau was feeling his own self-interests building as the priestess floundered against him. He twisted to get a better grip on her hips to his mouth, of course that meant endangering his cock to her administrations, but that was a risk he would have to take, he hoped she would take.

Trysha felt Sebau jerk her body down deeper into the bed. His head dove deep into her crotch and he broke off licking her clitoris to tongue-fuck her for a while. Instinctually, her chest thrust forward with the new sensation. She noticed that he straddled his knees one on each side of her head and his hardened cock dangled dangerously above her face. Both hands snatched the unprotected organ and she pulled it to her eager mouth, while kneading the thickening balls that tended to bounce off her nose. Why not? she thought. She was attracted to licking them and gently getting each one wholly inside her mouth for a gentle sucking as well.

Sebau groaned as his whole cock disappeared inside the female's mouth followed by the alternating of her playing with his tightening balls while she stroked the shaft and kept the head sensitive and wet.

A shudder rocked Sebau with each touch of Trysha's fingers against his wet glans. The shudder made him drive his fingers inside her deeper as he licked on her clitoris. She would squeeze with her other hand and press her tits harder against him. It was quickly becoming a cycle of frenzied sensitivity.

Finally, she licked hard on the division between his balls. Then, favored one with her mouth, then the other and finally went back to sucking on the head and the shaft. Her hands sought control at the base of his cock to keep him from driving in too deep down her throat. One hand kneaded his balls; the other stroked and used his weight against him for pressure against a pleasure center that was otherwise difficult to get to. Sebau groaned like an animal dove into the woman's cream-slick pussy for more.

Trysha arched and shrieked into the cock that was buried deep in her mouth. Sebau rocked harder against her with the vibrations of her scream. She fought to keep control and to keep from choking. Her pussy throbbed hard making her scream more against the man's hard driving cock. His balls slapped hard into her face making her lips swell and tingle, making it difficult to breathe sometimes. She struggled against him cumming hard, screaming against his pistioning dick, pistoning her own hands against him slamming her fists against his pelvis feeling him thickening, getting harder.

Sebau grabbed her hips and let out a groan that almost sounded like pain, and pressed his cock hard against her face making sure she couldn't go anywhere while his cock throbbed inside her mouth. Trysha opened her throat and felt the man cumming, his cock and his balls pumped hard like his heart, but only for a few moments. The creamy fluid was a mixture of salty and a light sweet.

In moments Sebau relaxed and fell off of her, both of them exhausted.

A hand fell lightly on Trysha's thigh. "Are you all right?" Sebau asked sounding winded.

"Cold," she said. She turned her head looking for one of her bags. "And thirsty."

"Yeah. Me too."

Sebau woke and lay on his side watching the napping female next to him. Her scent was so much stronger now and was pleasantly mixed with recent sex. It wasn't sweat he picked up from a woman; it was the scent that made a woman female. And he found it often went with how interested she was in being with the company of a man. It was a scent he had learned over the years to use to get what he wanted from any woman he wanted. This one's scent and her unique appearance turned his head more quickly than other women he had enjoyed in the past. And their share faith helped.

What makes you stay so alone, little female? he wondered.

Trysha stirred in her sleep moving in closer to the warm body next to her. "Hungry," she murmured. "What time is it?"

Sebau kissed her on the forehead. "Not quite time for evening meal. But it smells like they are cooking downstairs."

Trysha's amber eyes opened. It was dusk outside. "I missed vespers." This time she really did.

"Yes you did."

She twisted a little to look up at the smug dark-haired paladin. "You did too."

"I did too."

"We'll have to make up for it."

"Roll over."

"What? Why?"

"So I can spank you for missing vespers, of course."

Trysha scowled at Sebau. "That's not how it works and you know it."

"No, but it sounds a whole lot more fun."

"It's not supposed to be fun," she scolded him. "It's supposed to prevent you from missing other sessions for no good reason."

Sebau grinned his mischievous grin. "Sex is a very good reason." He grabbed her and pulled her close for another chance to press against her and for another kiss. "For more opportunities with sex with you I'll gladly risk missing more prayer sessions."

Trysha kissed him but her scowl had not lessened in its severity. One of his hands had snaked to her backside gently massaging her firm cheek. "You need to work around some kind of a schedule so that perhaps you might benefit from both."

"I could do that. Is that an offer?"

"No." She pulled away trying to get up to get dressed. "I'm sure there are plenty of women out there who would fawn all over themselves for a good-looking, upstanding member of the community like you."

"But you wouldn't?" Sebau sat directly behind her straddling her and pulled her back against him. He hugged his arms around her and nibbled on her neck from behind her.

"I have work to do." She felt his cock pressing into her backside, soft but present nonetheless. His hard chest was warm against her back. His nibbling against her neck was inviting and distracting. The position forced her to thrust her chest forward and up. "I have to make sure little boys and girls grow up to be upstanding members of the community and go to vespers like they are supposed to."

"You're really stuck on missing this prayer routine. You're not going to attack yourself with cat-o-nine-tails or something foolish like that are you?"

"No. Extra prayer time, yes. Slapping myself silly with a weapon that leaves scars, no."

"Good. I'd hate to see you hurt yourself like that." Sebau felt himself losing to her charms again. Her unintentional wiggling put pressure against his cock making him thick with interest.

"Sebau," Trysha objected. "I'm not sure I can do that again." She lied. His nibbling on her neck was affecting her regardless of any soreness she was beginning to feel between her thighs. His growing cock at her backside was affecting her interests too.

"I need you," he groaned into her ear. "I don't know what it is, but I need you."

Trysha felt her breath catch at his words. She pressed backwards with her hips and felt his cock slip down between them, the cockhead slid along her wet pussy lips. Her hand went immediately to the thick organ and pressed it inside her even as she sat on his lap facing away from him.

Sebau gladly obliged sliding inside her, taking her by the hips and slamming her down hard into his lap. Her hands slipped between her thighs feeling the tangle of their damp hair, her own slick pussy mouth, and then finding Sebau's slick balls slamming against her. She leaned forward and pressed his swinging balls against her. Sebau stood frantically thrusting her at the hips and swiveled her around until she was facedown on the bed. Trysha rubbed his wet balls into her trying almost to push them inside her along with his cock. She found her own fingers slipping inside herself from the crazy slickness between them. The sopping wetness covered everything. Her fingers found her clitoris and swirled delightful circles until she was coming from both Sebau slamming his cock so hard inside her and from her fingering herself.

The fingers playing across the base of his cock-shaft and balls and inside the woman's own pussy had Sebau coming hard and fast. Three times in the same afternoon he wasn't sure if anything was going to shoot this time, but damn if she didn't know how to keep him cumming.

Sebau crashed hard on top of Trysha, both of them panting, both of them throbbing.

"I... I think that's enough for now," Sebau wheezed. "I don't think I have much left."

Trysha nodded, convulsing and shivering as she was still coming regardless of the lack of continued physical contact. "Not... sure... where that... came from," she panted into the bed.

Sebau reached weakly for her, pulling her to him to keep her warm. He was so drained of energy. "Come with me," he said and kissed her shoulder. She was shivering hard. He poked around blindly and found a blanket to pull up around her.

"Where?"

"I have tasks," he said, "from the church."

"As do I."

"Mine are in the field. It would be useful to have a priest along," he said. Her shivering was slowing. "It would be nice to have you along."

"As what? Your priest or your lover?" she asked.

"Can I have both?"

"What if you get me pregnant?"

Sebau shrugged and talked into the bed. "Then we do the right thing and find a nunnery and leave your butt there. You don't lose face with the church and I don't have to put up with my family's reputation being besmirched," he teased.

"I hate you," she lied. "If I had the energy right now I would kill you."

He chuckled into the bed. "Surely, you'll find some herbs out there to prevent that." Sebau smacked his lips. "I'm hungry, but you made me too tired to move."

"Me too. Rest, eat, besmirch again later?"

"Sounds like a plan."

The End