first scene.

[2020-10-17 17:57] *[X] The squire sighed as he thought that he could be doing other things than attending services at this out of the way burg. His knightly master was visiting the town mayor about some issue, but probably seeing if the mayor's youngest daughter was up for shining his flesh spear. [X] on the other hand, was to attend to matters of the spirit. The priest droned on about sacrifice and other rot, the squire tuning him out as he thought about slaking his thirst on a tavern wench. Yet, there was certainly this oddly pretty thing shooting him subtle glances here and then between readings, stirring up some very unholy thoughts in the knight in training. As the priest finished off his sermon, [X] made a come hither notion to the young nun to see what lay behind the veiled glances shot feather like over the old pews.

[2020-10-17 18:09] Cira: Soft conversation and the occasional, gentle laugh fills the church in the priest's wake; yet, Cira finds himself wholly enamoured by the stranger. Not the familiar faces sat in the pews. There's just something about them that causes Cira's heart to race; has the faintest hint of pink dusting itself across his cheeks. Could this be...love at first sight? Or does curiosity have him excited. No matter the reason, Cira decides to waste no time on playing coy. With an -- unconscious -- sway to his hips, he taps his dainty way over to their side, and alights in the pew. The space between them yawns wide enough to suggest cool propriety...but his gaze, almost hungry upon this person, says anything but. "Greetings, friend." Dulcet tones resonate, ever-inviting, "I can't say I have ever laid eyes on you before...are you new? "

[2020-10-17 18:15] [X] The air smelled stale from age and spicy from incense, but seemed to sweeten as the young sister approached him. She had a blush to her that made [X]'s loins clench and his heart skip along a bit faster as blasphemous urges began to scratch at his brain. Gods, the way she looked at him, it was like she was ready to lift her skirts and let him defile her in the House of Asphira. He scooted just bit closer as another service started, the priest attended to by another sister. The people changed but more of them were sitting towards the front, leaving the young nun and squire more to themselves in the back. The squire replied quietly, "Just passing though with my master, [Y]. The mayor wanted something looked at by he, and I am here to pass the time. But if you might forgive my impure thoughts, I have the impression you want use those angelic lips for more than singing hymns."

[2020-10-17 18:25] Cira: A few of the inches which separate them are shaved away as Cira, also, shifts over. This too, is done almost without thought; he is following the sudden urge to get closer.

Golden hues flicker to the people ahead of them, separated only by pews and air, and he knows: if someone were to simply turn around and see him leaning in -- because he is now leaning, caught in some strange impulse -- to someone so unfamiliar, why...he would probably get in a lot of trouble. They both would.

So why can't he stop himself? His next words are senseless, but carry the same honey they did before:

"You may be correct, stranger," and since he's never been elegant -- or delicate in his mannerisms and wants, really -- he chances laying his hand upon their thigh... ...and withdraws it by a half-inch, nibbling on his bottom lip. Perhaps that was too much, too quickly...

[2020-10-17 18:35] [X] [X] really liked the fact this young sister looked so very holy and pure, and only made his dirty, base needs all the more savory. The sister seems game, yet skittish, and lessons with his master taught him to take the lead when it came to the things he wanted. [X]'s laid his hand over the nun's and brought it rather bluntly to his groin. He turned his head to match those gold irises with his flat black gaze that seemed to steal light as the squire whispered luridly, vividly, "Then maybe we should indulge in this life that the gods gave us to the fullest; for we only live as a single breath upon the mouths of angels and aeons do we not? Come speak to me with that pretty tongue of yours upon my mortal pillar and whisper things to keep me on the straight and hard." His other hand sneakily traced fingers up the nun's back, kneading certain spots here and there as if directing a horse to canter freely.

[2020-10-17 18:48] Cira: Ah, the newcomer fancies himself a poet. Though the words are frillier than the scripture, and have Cira sighing, they don't detract from anything that matters. The stranger's face only grows in appeal as Cira nears it, and their voice wraps itself about him like a welcomed chain. Irresistibility, given sound. And their touch...it draws a gasp from Cira, his spine arches ever-so slightly; a bloom of warmth springs up, pools at his hips -- lower. Another little glance is thrown to the small crowd, then his pale hand fumbles to get their pant's button loosed. He's close enough to try and plant a sweet kiss upon this man's own lips too -- this man whose name he doesn't even know. Cira dimly notes the humour in this.

[2020-10-17 18:56] [X] had the benefits of a classical education as [Y] often likes to show off his squire's literacy and other non martial skills a party trick. Personally, he rather have the impromptu one on one fights with other squires as that took the least amount of personal time. [X] meets those pretty lips quickly, wantonly before pulling back and giving the nun quite the image of the squire licking his lips in a most self satisfied manner. Under the sweet sister's hand, an impressive lump is forming. The opening created by the free button showed a promising inch of shaft staining for air. [X] made little circles in the small of the nun's back saying quietly and casually, "Do not be alarmed by its appearance or size, sweet sister. If it seems magnificent to you, then it is simply a measure of the faith that in you inspire in me." Half hearted songs filled the church, the faithful prying their off key droning would allow them into heaven, and squire quirking a smile smile as his heaven was already his proverbial and literal hand.

[2020-10-17 18:56] [X]: in his*

[2020-10-17 19:07] Cira: That kiss was far, far too short for Cira. He's pouting. He's wanting to lean over again and snatch another -- enjoy something wetter and deeper this time -- but all complaints settle elsewhere when he pulls their cock out. It's hot, heavy and,

"Big," he half-whispers, with the usual lack of eloquence. "Your face is quite deceiving, stranger. I like it." His dainty digits and soft palm glide up and down the man's cock, just as he's read was proper in his books, and Cira lowers himself to the floor. On his knees, but for the first time, it isn't in prayer. He peers up at the stranger, attempting to hold their gaze...but their dick is a little too distracting. He barely hears the ongoing hymns, or anything other than his heart-beat in his ears. Cira presses a kiss upon the head, not yet shoving it in his mouth. But oh, he wants to...

[2020-10-17 19:15] [X]'s was chosen by his master for his looks, and that little bit of 'something' he saw in the girlish looking teen. [Y] was the penultimate practical joker and fact that his feminine faced squire was packing a giant slaying lance was only one hell of bonus. [X] was dressed in finery befitting a squire in training, and such only framed the absolutely thick pillar that seemed to arch into the young girl's hands. He had to keep from lifting his hips to get the friction going, but he was in temple during service after all. [X] petted top of the nun's head, carefully not dislodge the outfit too much, but that cock twitched as heated breath touched it, precum oozing thickly and spilling down as [X] said quietly, urgently, "I'd say you have ten maybe fifteen minutes to enjoy as much you like before they are done with Hymnals and Contritions." [X]'s mind already running riot from how... unseemly this arousing act would considered should they be caught.

[2020-10-17 19:27] Cira: When was the last time his mouth has watered this much? Cira could not tell you, only that the man's cock has his desire at a molten-bright pitch. His butterfly kisses trail from leaking slit to fat base, and he unfurls his tongue to lick from base to head with a wet slurp. He's really, truly unsure if this is how you handle someone's else's dick -- but he drags his tongue across every bulging vein, every trailing stream of pre, kissing and suckling as he pleases, until his pink lips are a glossy, sticky mess. Below, his hips wriggle. He tugs the hem of his vestments up over pale, milky thigh with a single hand, then wraps it around his own cock. The touch of his warm hand has him moan, and this moan is promptly stifled by taking the stranger into his -- wanting -- mouth. He busies himself with lapping and sucking at the head. Hymnals and Contritions? A time limit? These are non-facts. Barely paid attention to. The hand that isn't stroking himself wraps around the base of the stranger's cock, to hold it in place while he sucks him off.

[2020-10-17 19:37] [X] 'Yes.. this holy flower has been in the temple much too long,' [X] thought to himself as he read the expression on the nun's face. The ministrations only caused more lubricant to spill copiously from the tip as if to reward the supplicant for such ardor. Fingers tightened to fists as a hot tongue made the pulsing pillar glisten. She was unskilled yes, but eager in the way that brought to mind a person that was excited about a thing but had only ever read them in books. He found that surprising, for sure someone as comely as the young nun was being basted by the local clergy? Such thoughts began to grow fuzzy as the adrenaline and testosterone kicked while his tool became subject to the wet and hot heat of the sister's mouth. Oh, yesss... keep your promises of hereafter for now, just let him enjoy these tawdy earthly pleasures. A hand slipped to the back of the sister's head, urging the cadence of her licking and sucking to hasten as the reedy, yet quavering voices of the faithful began to rise and priest pleaded for grace and forgiveness from very air. He noticed she had her hand between her legs but didn't see much upper part of her body, [X] wondering if he might attain more than just the sister's lovely lips this night.

[2020-10-17 19:49] Cira: He can't suckle at the head forever. Well, he could. Pre-cum fills his mouth like the sweetest nectar and he gulps it alllll down, thinking he could drink from this fountain forever...but, he really can't. Not while the rest of his counterpart's dick has gone largely untouched. Cira wants to feel it in his throat--no, he needs to feel it there, needs to have it heavy and whole inside of him, he has never felt so sure of anything up until now. So, he pulls back. Both of his dainty hands brace against their knees, and tries to ignore the neglected throb of his cock. Cira sucks in a deep, deep breath, then plunges forward. Plump lips strain around the shaft, as inch after inch after delicious inch is swallowed down-- ah. Too much. Cira almost takes half of his--incredible--length in, before wetly gagging. He whines and grips the pew. But, all attempts to take in more cock result in more gagging, more bursts of light-headedness, and he...slowly, reluctantly, begins to pull off. Feel free to stop him...

[2020-10-17 19:58] *[X] was impressed by the seeming virgin's vim, and got an inkling of what motivated his master whenever something new and interesting came up. Hands went right to sister's head and [X] gave into his primal urges, the songs reaching that high note most holy hymns had. Were the gods watching as he pulled the pretty face down on his groin? He gave the agreeable sister little respite as he seized control and began to use her like a common whore. [X] bit his lips, keeping eyes wide and watching for any indication the ruse was up. So far, the temple goers were directing their thoughts and attention upward, even as the rutting [X] lurched and gave those pretty lips a couple of extra pumps and just spewed a thick, hot load of semen recklessly into the sister's mouth. Thoughtfully, he didn't quite choke her directly his thickness, only expelling his lust onto her tongue with an impressive sexual fury. He let gp then, panting quietly as he let his quivering vision scan the surroundings the haze of his illicit donation.

[2020-10-17 20:16] Cira: His head is forced up and down, as if he's naught but a tool made for cock-sucking, and his desperate tapping against their thigh brooks no sympathy nor relief. Pale cheeks burn bright, and the lurid sounds of his gagging and muffled moaning seem to echo so loud. How can everyone not hear them? This should be shameful. The whole scene leading up to this was shameful. Him, Ashpira's chosen -- him, who all from street orphans to kings came to for their daily blessings -- eagerly guzzling down the cock of some man whose title he doesn't even know: a damned stranger. The fact of it all, the fact that this is happening is simply too--it's just--. Perfect. With every thrust into his heat, he feels his consciousness waver and his body tremble. When the stranger unloads into his mouth, Cira falls back. He pulls off with a sticky, wet smack, and leans back onto his hands. Drool and cum run down his chin, the latter bulges his cheeks, and he gulps. A stream cum-drool of it snakes down his neck; down slender, heaving chest; and if [X] cares to glance below, he'll notice, well... He'll see Cira's cock, standing hard at attention. He'll also see Cira's gaze upon his visage, hot and far from satiated. Cira drags his pink tongue across his upper lip, catching flecks of spunk.

[2020-10-17 20:16] *Cira *a stream of cum-drool.
[2020-10-17 20:17] *Cira ...and omit the "of it". woops

[2020-10-17 20:25] *[X] tried really hard to focus as [Y] always warned that moment after you shoot your shot was when you were at the most vulnerable. It certainly added to the spice of public fucking. But seemed the plebians were a rather devout sort and there was a shuffle as the remaining temple goers went to a table to the far right and began to animatedly go over the sermons. The old priest had excused himself after blessing the wagging tongues of the faithful to understand the mysteries ever more clearly. In the very back, [X] slender fingers went to the sister's throat as he saw that turgid cock between the nun's legs. Rather than being disgusted, his face became wicked as the cum from the sister's lips spilled on the squire's wrist. His boot slowly began move a toe carefully over that obviously needy bit of anatomy and the other man's inner thighs. "Well, well.. it seems the pretty sister has a pretty secret. How ever shall we deal with this?"

[2020-10-17 20:34] Cira: Soft thighs spread despite himself, and another little moan parts debauched lips. Cira bands slim fingers about the stranger's wrist, grip gentle yet firm, and he flickers his gaze to the left. There lay a certain box some distance away. It's crafted of dark wood, ever-familiar to the young saint, and he is all too aware it will go unused until some time after noon -- as was custom of his faith. Life can be so...convenient, sometimes. Softly comes his voice, tinged with fae-like mischief; and thick with desire: "The confessional," he drags his thumb across the soft part of their wrist, smiling. "Let us deal with it there. Come, quickly--." If accepted, Cira will rise and lead him there (after, of course, pulling his vestments down over his stiff cock). They'll step through the ornamented doors into a small, dark, personal space--though it's still too-public and too-holy for what they intend.

[2020-10-17 20:42] [X] was certainly going to have an entertaining story for his master once he was done here. Unbeknownst to many, the result of many of a squire vs squire fight in the knightly circle was humiliating bit of buggery. So while he was mildly taken aback, [X] had been mistaken more than once as girl himself, and more than once his master was challenged on the off chance that [X] would lose. Let us suffice to say that [X] did more of the charging that the receiving. He made himself presentable, stealing quietly with the outed nun. The temple goers were being very animated about the tax laid as down in scripture as archaic and in major need of balancing against today's living wage. In the cozy confines of the box, [X] was already eagerly locking hips hotly with the nun, his hand hand firmly between others legs to hitch up the temple robe. He then whispered into the other's ear, "Does it get you hot to do this with the faithful a mere loud grunt away? Did you like the taste of my cock as you gagged on it and greedily gulped down like Yuletide custard?"

[2020-10-17 20:52] Cira: The lack of distance and the ardent breath against his ear has him trembling again. A hundred, a million carnal acts play through his mind, and it is taking eighteen years of learned control to not do...what? What else could he possibly manage that would be worse, or more detrimental to his status and this sanctified place than letting some random man fuck his mouth? Cira doesn't bother to entertain the thought for long. Instead, his voice wavers, lust making it breathy and hot. He presses his lips to the shell of their ear and says: "I dislike Yuletide custards," then Cira's dainty hands go to their shoulders. They are trying to force him down. "Sit. The bench. I want to try something."

[2020-10-17 20:59] *[X] tried hard not laugh, but was turned on to find that bit of steel under silk. He didn't offer much resistance other than pressing his slender body against the possible future Saint's before his rump hit the bench. It struck him as hilarious that they didn't so much as exchange their names before he had trap nun's mouth on his cock. He smiled toothily and undid some of the laces on his shirt and breeches, just enough to give the thirsty young man a peak of his slender chest, shoulder, and one engorged little nipple. His mouth snap playfully at fingers and even sucked them if they were unfortunate to be caught. [X] leaned back, his half dressed body and rapidly rising flesh displayed almost innocently as he said, "Pity. Do you prefer the log cake instead? I wonder what 'something' entails in that pretty little head of yours? Such lovely white hair to go with those gold eyes."

[2020-10-17 21:12] Cira: Each compliment, and each second Cira spends on admiring their face, makes his flush darken. For from their emerald eyes to their inky hair, to the gentle curves of their face, they're just... "I am not fond of that either, and you...you are far too lovely," he says, as he shifts to straddle them. Cira's knees hit the bench. A thumb brushes against the revealed nipple, and Cira's other hand positions their cock at his entrance...then drifts to grip onto their shoulder. Perhaps, his thin fingers dig in too deeply. After all, this. This is--. "...and you will be my first time because of it, it seems. So." Nibbling his bottom lip, he continues. "Be, um. Be gentle. I..." oh, he's talking too much. Wasting time. And he doesn't want to wait any longer. He needs to feel this man's huge cock split him apart. Cira lowers himself onto it, grip becoming firmer. The head pops past his entrance. A sharp gasp escapes him, another tremble rolls through his body as long-lashed eyes flutter shut. Give him a moment. Or don't.

[2020-10-17 21:21] *[X] gave a soft whistle as the sister came closer, the squire's eyes argent with lust rampaging in his blood. He gave a hot groan as the tip of touched both cheeks and those slender fingers surely felt the ready throb of the deviant's shaft. [X] lets the nun savor the loss of his virginity for a lingering moment before he sized the other man's hips and pulled him down. Hard. [X] lurched forward to capture the fellow androgynous beauty's mouth to swallow any screams that might come from the sudden penetration. Deceptively strong fingers assisted that spreading fall of his holiness on the impious tower. Perhaps if [X] might spare the nun breath, he might babble in tongues as well. [X] began to roll his hips mercilessly taking the nun's virgin rear. He didn't brutally tear it, but was more of an undeniable firmness with little time to catch one's breath. Fingers sank into the sister's behind, then cupped it as it settled fitfully on his lap. [X] spared not time for pleasantries as he began thrust upwards with increasing speed. He broke the kiss and said in that hot space, "Give in and take it, sister. Let it drown you and spin you sideways. Know this. We are not making love. This the hot and nasty fucking your eyes demanded of me at the beginning of all this, even you didn't realize it then."

[2020-10-17 21:36] Cira: A glittering, thin ribbon of spittle connects their lips as they separate -- it snaps into nothing when Cira throws his head back, white waves of hair falling down about his curved shoulders. He is somehow managing to keep his wanton gasps and pleading relatively silent. Though it echoes into and fills up the miniscule space all the same. There is no mercy within these walls. Nothing graceful, nothing divine. Just the loud smack of his ass upon their thighs, the scent of sex flavouring the air, and his cock bouncing and bouncing with every rough thrust. Both of his hands are holding onto the stranger's shoulders now, digging into the fabric of their top as if it's all he has to keep himself tethered. And despite his spinning mind, Cira speaks. Or, attempts to, rather. It's hard to talk when you're trying to avoid moaning like the whore you've now become, and revealing yourself to the world just outside--. "No, ah, I, I wanted to, I--ah--." Another lurid sound bubbles up which he must suppress. Cira digs his teeth into a dainty finger, molten gold attempting to steady upon his taker...but failing, the harsh fucking causing his attention to flutter and drift. Warmth suffuses through his body like a lash. Like an ocean. A sensation never-before felt within the -- one-pure -- saint.

[2020-10-17 21:37] *Cira *once-pure.

[2020-10-17 21:48] *[X]'s eyes narrowed at the pale hollow of the sister's neck, one of [X]'s hands moving from the other man's hips to slide up that lovely back to grip the long, snowy hair. Seeing as the nun was moving on hir own, [X] cranked his head back while watching a single digit between his teeth to stand sentinel against discovery. [X] leaned forward, mashing the jiggling cock between their stomachs to give that needy member a lurid engulfment to provided some kind of direct friction on the sister's cock. He pressed his face into the other's chest, [X]'s teeth biting down into cloth and flesh as he moved one hand to encircle the nun's member and began to pump in time with the rearward invasions. He rubbed his forehead and cheek against the nun before settling back, hand on hair and shaft as the squire enjoy the show that consisted of lusty contortions of the sister's face and quiet moans.

[2020-10-17 21:59] Cira: ...This will most definitely be a bad idea, but the warmth and click of his counterpart's teeth at his flesh -- felt even through the white silk of his top -- has proven itself inviting. Cira lifts shaky hands to the high neckline of his vestments, where a small clasp is hidden. He must, momentarily, stop bouncing to fiddle with it. Like a drunk, his dainty fingers fumble to loose the clasp. When it's open, he slips his fingers into the revealed seam and tugs so the expanse of his milky skin is on display. Cira swivels his hips, just to remind himself of the delicious cock he's speared upon -- not that he really needed a reminder -- and cups his hands beneath the almost-budding pecs on his chest. His rosy, plush nipples harden further beneath the air of the confessional. It's obvious what Cira wants: touch me here.

[2020-10-17 22:07] *[X] Part of the sister's outfit glides to the ground, [X] grinning as the stiff nubs made themselves known to the air. [X] wondered if perhaps he was raised as girl on purpose, or if maybe the good sister got off on the sheer impropriety of it. The squire changed his grip then, moving to cradle the sister's back with one arm. He closed the distance with his mouth latching one nipple and other suffered the attentions of free hand. That male erectile tissue was bathed wet heat, a parody of the flesh being being parted further south. Experienced fingers pinched and rolled the other with a splendid dexterity that kept in time with the mysterious squire's rocking hips. It was a good thing that the bench was part of confessional as anything other construction might produce a damning banging or creaking, yet the rapid slap of flesh on flesh was covered the animated din of which founding father of the temple's religion was more important, the banging of hands on the table taken advantage of to launch a particularly deep and drilling thrust.

[2020-10-17 22:18] Cira: Everything he feels is suddenly too much. Cira can't keep the moan which follows his counterpart's thrust leashed back; it tears from his throat, loud enough to make up for all that was suppressed, and a massive wave of pleasure from where he's being fucked dances up his spine. His back arcs, pressing his slender figure against the other's -- his thighs clench tighter around this man, this man who tossed him into sin -- and with a twitch of his hips he, cums. For a long, sonorous moment his eyes are shut, and in the darkness all he sees is a deep, fiery gold. When he comes to white ropes of spunk are staining the man's clothing, and splattered all across his soft tummy. He's made a mess. Oops. There's no energy within him to care about it, though, and he slumps forward to wrap his arms around their shoulders. Gasping, panting, his words knit themselves from lewd sounds: "I need, oh...I need a minute. Oh, God..." Between them, his cock lags. Cira has quite the stamina, though, so if it needs to be raised again...give him a smack or something.

[2020-10-17 22:28] *[X] The visitor luridly suckled on those peaky nubs, subjecting their sensitive texture to all manner of sinful sensations. He hissed thickly as the melted pearls of the virgin's semen adorned his clothes. He'd have to run quickly to his room to avoid any difficult questions, but that for later. For now he had panting nun impaled on his spire, and he wasn't going leave without at least a second generous donation to the temple. [X] was close and his frantic desperation translated to an escalation of torrid pummeling. He spread that supple ass wide under the hitched up habit, the half clothed, and exhausted nun made to ragdoll on the functional philistine's callous soiling of his body. [X] bit back a groan, only allowing a small moan meant for the sister's ears, "I'm cumming inside your arse, sister." Hot splurts of thick semen shoot up from that rapidly jerking tool, the pulsing shaft pushed flush as he flood the other males bowels with even more royal jelly. He grunted quietly with each splurt, muffling the sound with a mouthful of the sister's shoulder. After the last dropped spilled, [X] leaned back, practically steaming and ran fingers over the hot mess of the nun's groin and proceeded to lick the holy issue with a wicked grin as he said nonchalantly, "I, for one, happen to love Yuletide custard."

[2020-10-17 22:36] Cira: Brought to the peak once again, but there's no ensuing mess; merely another sweet sensation coursing through his body. Albeit far lighter than the first. Still tingly with his orgasm, and feeling much fuller than he ever has thanks to the generous basting, Cira leans back to inspect their face. Even after fucking, he still appears flawless and the saint sighs. He knows he must appear a wrecked mess, holy clothing scattered and disarrayed, pale-silken hair sex-mussed. Eyes still dewy.

The stranger (his lover?) is given a gentle pap on the cheek, and Cira opens his mouth to say, naught a thing. There's a knock at the door. "Is someone in there...?" The voice sounds a bit worried. Cira's expression is even more worried. He is in no position to be seen--.

[2020-10-17 22:45] *[X] was already trying to come up with a classy way to pull out and maybe leave the sister with directions to his room at the tavern as he might be town with master for a few more days. He watched pleasure ripple thought the nun's body and it was very promising for future debauchery. He was contemplating maybe giving the virgin a cock wash when a knock at the door disturbed his languid post orgasm haze. [X] casually slid a finger into into the sister's mouth and toyed with that cute tongue. He answered with all the brass balls his master taught him, "That would be me, [X], squire to [Y] of the [Z]. And you are someone that is utterly disturbing my meditations. Is it the local custom to interrupt another prayers with inane questions? Please feel free to give your name that I might let my master know who interrupted my training."

[2020-10-17 22:54] Cira: Too far gone to even resist, he curls his tongue around the finger like a true-born slut, grinding down into his lover's lap. The intruder at the door blubbers something lame and steps off -- and Cira must resist the heavy urge to bounce, and reach another plane of pleasure. "I am Saint Cira," he says, words sounding somewhat messy because he can't resist the damned finger, "and this is um...my church," He goes on to share directions to a nearby tavern. It's a small, quaint place. Red roof. [X] can't miss it--most importantly, Cira keeps a small room on the top floor. Drop by and see him, if you get the chance.