Babbies first Smut [Solo Sororitas]

	The sister hurried excitedly through the corridors of the convent, racing to get back to her room, the fading sun casting long, sensual shadows on the wall as she moved. Were they capable of thought, the servitors she passed would have likely noted the aura of happiness that seemed to radiate from her, beaming out from behind her façade of serenity. There must have been some good news indeed. Turning a final corner, she found herself at her cell, where she threw herself inside and quickly closed the door behind her, locking it in place.

Finally, free from the watchful eyes of her fellow Sororitas she allowed a large grin spread over her face, a rare expression for her. “Finally”, she muttered to herself, glancing over the letter she had received jut that afternoon once again, still not quite accepting it was real. But no. It was still there, words etched in a beautiful font, flowing signatures and an ever so delicate seal. And what a message it brought. There had been too much waiting, too many days spent praying and fasting, shooting at targets and the endless, endless drilling. The time had come. Once again, she could stroll the streets of some heresy ridden planet, raining bolter fire and holy, cleansing promethium down onto those who had lost their way

	With the fantasies of hellfire raining down on her foes, the heat rose up within her. She slid out of her coarse, loose robes, twirling slowly to better dismember the nearest cultist to her. She brought one of her shapely, thin hands up to her face, fingers lightly tracing the Fleur De Lys on her cheek before moving down to her lips moistening her index finger with her tongue.


	She down further still, she cupped a breast, gently toying with the firm flesh before tightly squeezing her nipple, letting a soft sight mix with the screams and pleas around her. She laid back onto her bed, her other hand snaking up her thighs, gently caressing one second, scratching the next, her short nails still managing to leave bright red marks on her alabaster flesh, she paused for a second, fingers trailing over an old scar, before digging into it hard, the sensation causing her to breath in deeply. Her other hand began to work harder now, kneading her soft tits, rolling the flesh under her palms and teasing her proud nipples.

	Her short breaths turned into moans now as her fingers found her slit, trailing gently around the edges before moving up towards her clit, giving the sensitive skin a few long rubs, savoring the pleasure. In her minds eye rivers of flame pored from her cleansing weapons as she slid a finger inside, a little shudder rippling through her body as she began tentatively exploring her depths. After a while she brought her hand up to her mouth, tasting her depths, savoring the sweetness. She was ready. She shifted her body, legs spread wide open now, and brought her hand back down, gently squeezing her middle and ring finger inside.

	She began gently moving her hand back and forth, soft squelching sounds filling the room and once again began teasing her soft clit with her thumb. Her fingers found her most sensitive spot, causing her to pause, almost overwhelmed with the pleasure right then, but after a few short breaths she continued, faster now, working in and out as quickly as she could. With her other hand she brought one of her breasts up to her mouth, placing her nipples between her luscious, full lips and sucking for a few seconds, teasing her nipple with her tongue before bringing her teeth down hard upon it, mewling as the pain mixed with the sweet sweet pleasure from below.

	She felt she was close now, her hands moving faster than she could have deemed possible. Another finger crept inside, the contracting of the muscles around it making it more difficult to move now. But still she continued, hammering in and out, openly moaning loudly, with no thought to who could be listening. Abandoning her firm mammaries, her other hand wondered down, focusing on her clit, rubbing frenzied circles around it before giving it a painful pinch. Pleasure flooded through her body, muscles in her nether regions spamming around her. Slowly, the pleasure subsided. She brought a hand back up to her heaving breasts, idly spreading her wetness over the perfect tits as she drifted off into a deep sleep, a contented smile on her face.