Dark Nun Adopts An Orphan

>You're a starving orphan by the roadside, watching apathetically as a hoard of monsters roll into your previously order occupied town
>When kings fight peasants die. But you're even lower than a peasant, so you're only worldly concern is how much food you can scrap, and how few ribs you can break when you get the shit kicked out of you for getting caught.
>It is a little worrisome though, they say monsters are stronger than a man
>Perhaps the beatings will get worse
>Every one passes you by, not bothering to look into the gloom of the deep alleyway to spot your shriveled, dirty figure
>Until a large carriage rolls by, flocked by armored knights and some oh so soft looking priestesses
>Not a one notices you, but for some reason the carriage stops before the opening of the alley, and out steps the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen, even despite the spaded tail gently waving behind her enormous rump
>She casts her bewitching gaze into the dark and her eyes fall upon you, making your heart clench
>She steps into the dark, and you react instinctively, scrambling back further into the gloom.
>Nothing good ever comes of being noticed
>You go to make a run for it when she points to you, and the shadows twist and curl, turning into shackles that bind you into place
>She continues the slow walk, her heels clapping against the stone pavement each one seeming to make your heart race faster and faster
>Finally she's before you, so close you can smell her, clean, sweet and comforting - a far cry from your own scent
>She casts her eyes over your emaciated form and smiles bitterly before reaching out to pull you into her embrace.
>The shadowy chains melt, returning to you your freedom, but in this woman's soft embrace, the last thing you want to do is run
>"It's okay my child. I'm here now. I won't let you hurt again. You won't have to hide in the dark again."
>Her words drip into your ears like warm honey filling your hears with sweetness, and your body with warmth
>She nestles your head against her breasts, and doesn't seem to care as you stain her cloth with tears and dirt
>Everything was a bit of a blur after that. Such compassion sucker punched you harder than that one baker you used to always steal from. You were understandably a bit emotionally overwrought.
>You remember her carrying you into her carriage, sitting you on her lap and then, not much after.
>You awaken to some muffled voiced and a subconscious tingle
>It's a rare sensation but not one you'd never felt before. Magic.
>Blearily you stir, and look around do find yourself still inside the carriage. It's stopped now and when you look up at the woman cradling you in her embrace you find her staring outside attentively, a little tense.
>"What's happening?" Your voice is weak and broken, barely a whisper. In fact you're sure you didn't even speak the last part of 'happening' but merely thought it. She smiles all the same and looks down at you, running her fingers through your filthy hair
>"Just doing some renovations, child." There's a muffled shout and a deep rumble, which makes the woman beam. "It seems to be a success. Come, this will be your home now. Our home."
>She takes your hand and gently leads you out of the carriage. The sunlight is harsh, but you adjust quickly, looking around to see a large group of paladins guarding a group of priestesses at the end of a ritual. Every one is smiling, and there's a faint white glow about the church.
>It shatters, melting up into the air to be replaced with a deep purple that shrouds over the building, giving it and the land an entirely different atmosphere, making it seem almost soothing.
>The woman places her hand on your shoulder and you turn to look up at her
>"Go inside, and follow this man," She points a graceful finger towards a nearby knight who straightens up upon hearing her, "I'll be with you shortly."
>She walks off and you stand a little awkwardly as the large knight saunters up to you
>"So. You're the little one she chose." He lifts the visor and looks over you with a gentle gaze before giving a soft smile, "Interesting. Very interesting. Follow me."
>You nod, and follow him into the building where he guides you through a few rooms, before coming to a stop before one. "Hm, everything seems to be prepared. Strip down, you can leave your clothes here." He hesitates for a moment, before shooting you a lecherous grin, "Do you best."
>With those cryptic parting words he leaves you to your privacy
>You're a little overwhelmed but you obediently follow his words, peeling the rags off your body before tentatively opening the door before you
>It's a steamy and tiled room and in the center of it is a large and foamy pool - the source of all the steam.
>You'd never seen one of course but you'd heard of it. This must be a bath. Putting two and two together, it's obvious that they intend for you to get in, and so you do so, hissing sharply as your toe touches the foamy hot waters
>It's almost scalding, hotter than anything you'd felt before, the hottest thing a pool of water that'd been left out in the sun for a day.
>You gradually adjust and slip into the water. There are steps to one side of the pool and depth at the other. You'd never learnt to swim and so you just stand awkwardly in hot chest high water, unsure of what to do, but feeling very relaxed
>A little while later you hear the sound of a door opening, and you turn to be struck dumb by the naked figure of the woman you'd brought you here.
>Her body is curvy, obscenely so, and its that much more obvious now that she stands before you without any clothes on. Gone are her habit and cowl, her long silky blonde hair resting over her shoulders, large breasts and down her back. Twin long ears part some of the soft trusses, and despite the hair falling down her chest, it does little to cover her huge breasts.
>Two light pink, puffy inverted nipples are visible behind the strands of hair, and your eyes naturally begin to drift down her body, from her flat almost toned belly, to her slim waist, wide hips and thick thighs.
>A little wave crashes into you as she slips into the water and smiles down into your eyes
>"Have you never had a bath like this before?" You shake your head no, and she takes your hand, guiding you to the steps.
>She takes a seat first and pulls you down to sit before her. "Come, we'll have to get you nice and clean before we put you in some fresh clothes." She leans forwards, making your heart thunder in your chest as her soft breasts spill up against your back and over your shoulders. One of her arms wraps about your chest and the other she holds out before you, a curved block appearing, floating above her hand
>Her hair tickles your skin as she puts her lips to your ear, "This is soap. The water is full of it, but this is what you use to clean yourself with."
>She dips the block into the water and then puts it against your skin, rubbing it over your chest and leaving foamy trails in its wake.
>You don't say anything, strangely tense as you sit there and let her rub her hands all over your body
>Any thoughts that form don't last long, either carried away on the sweet sounds and smells of her breath by your ear and the strange heat that rises its way up to your face
>She lifts your arms up and runs the soap along every inch of skin, before pushing your forward lightly to let the soap run along your back
>The source of the tension doesn't come clear until the bar of soap makes its way down your belly and to your inner thighs
>Her light giggle makes it clear she knows what she's doing as she skirts about the area, slowly getting closer
>You're rock solid by the time her fingers brush up against you and you take in a sharp gasp
>"Oh?" Her fingers dance lightly along the underside, "What's this?" they slowly curl about your girth, taking your erection in a gentle grip that begins to glide up and down your length.
>Her free hand traces a ling up your chest and throat, before a finger lands on your chin and pushes it up, tipping your head back. She leans in further, and gives your jaw a little kiss
>"It looks like I've made you a little 'excited'."
>You give her a small nod and she giggles, "I'm so sorry. Here, let me give you a hand."
>The wordplay isn't lost on you as her grip tightens around your prick, but between the feel of her soft hands pumping at you and the mind melting sensation of her tongue at your ear you don't get too long to think on it.
>With one hand wrapped around your cock and another tracing about your chest, her lips and tongue at your ear and her tail slinking out to coil about your balls and give them an affectionate squeeze, it's only a pitifully short moment before you stain the soapy waters.
>You roughly swallow, your mouth dry, and whisper an apology
>"It's all right. It's okay to feel good. And it's not over. But now it's your turn to clean me."
>She spreads her legs wider and leans back leisurely, presenting her body before you
>You grab at the soap that had been floating, abandoned in the water, and look over the dark priestess, your breath growing a little ragged
>Carefully, you reach down and place the soap against her soft stomach, careful that your fingers don't brush her, as if she were some perfect porcelain vase
>That idea doesn't last too long. She grabs your hand and smiles at you, "You now what? There's enough soap in the water. It's best if you use your hands."
>You nod a little dumbly, your heart thundering in your ears as you reach out and touch her belly. It's soft but there's a hardness underneath, signs of a somewhat athletic lifestyle.
>You look up at her face, judging her expression s you slowly slide your hands up her body, but she does nothing but tip her head back with a happy smile, even as your singers sink into, and lift up her large breasts
>In fact her smile grows wider.
>You don't notice your own arousal as you focus on groping her breasts and circling around her inverted nipples with your thumbs - not until the tip of your cock presses against her belly anyhow
>You jolt but she only shoots you a mischievous look "Don't get ahead of yourself, that's to 'cleaning' and rubbing up into somewhere else."
>You nod, and focus your attentions back onto her breasts, slipping a finger into her nipple, and giving the hidden bud a rub, making the woman gasp.
>Satisfied, you momentarily take your attentions from her breast, and rub your hands over the rest of her upper body, from her armpits to her biceps and forearms
>You run your fingers past her wrist, missing the faint blush the comes to her cheeks as your fingers intertwine with hers before receding back down her arms towards her breasts. You give them another squeeze before sending your hands down her belly towards her thighs
>She spreads her legs further and rolls her hips forward lightly. The soap obscured the view slightly, but you can still make out her puffy, hairless vulva
>You put a stop on your impatience to touch and fondle, and instead do what she did, focusing on her thighs first, and then her inner thighs before sliding your hands lower, mapping out every inch of tight springy muscle.
>Finally, you bring your hands gliding back up her inner thighs, not teasing her this time, and instead running your fingers along the slit, watching her reactions a little apprehensively
>Her reactions are good. She bites her lip, pushes her hips against your hand and moans, but she doesn't really react until your fingers reach the top, and brush across her clit
>She jolts, her soft tit-flesh wobbling pleasantly as she lets out a gasp
>Smiling, you go to run your fingers down her entrance again, seeking to prod and intrude when she tips her head forward to look at you, grabbing your hand
>"Uh uh, it's time for you to use something else."
>Her words don't connect immediately, so she pulls you onto her with surprising force, sending your face crashing into her soft bosom.
>You go to rise when she holds you in place, wrapping her arms about you and hooking a leg over your hips
>"Stay child, let me guide you," Accompanying her words is the strange sensation of having her tail coil about the base of your cock. It squeezes to firmly it's almost painful and a pressured heat builds at the tip, making you fancy that the only way to relieve it is to plunge yourself into her welcoming depths
>You listen to her obediently though, and wait patiently as she uses her tail to line the tip of your cock up against her folds
>She presses on your butt with your foot, and breathes out a soft "Now, child." before you push in
>As sensations go this one is a little hard to describe in a word. Heavenly? Devilish? There's a moment of token resistance before her pussy parts to welcome the large and twitching head of your cock, but it's a strange welcome, something akin to an insistent merchant, welcoming you into their store, pulling at you so you enter faster, deeper, with no intention of easily letting you go
>That is until they realize you've no coin to give them. But you're plenty capable of stuffing her coffers fit to burst
>Contraction after contraction push and pull at the tip of your cock, simultaneously aiding and impeding penetration while serving only to milk and encourage the length of your shaft.
>It's a slow thrust, one that leaves you breathless - or more accurately holding yours for far too long
>It's no until there's a rumbling, vibrating purr from the nun's bosom that your tension eases and you take in a fresh lungful
>Her pussy twitches and quivers about your cock, reveling in the pleasure, and her tail tightens in tandem, perhaps a silver lining preventing you from blowing too soon, seeing as how the coursing tide isn't too far off the breakwater.
>"Mmm, now out, slowly."
>You nod, pulling her into as tight a hug a she gives you, and move your hips back
>The reluctance of her womanhood is as pleasurable as it's eagerness, sending tingles up your spine and making your cock bounce with each exquisite fold that brushes a sensitive spot
>It takes a shocking amount of perseverance to nit just slam back in, but you make it until your crown threatens to pop free of her clinging lips before her leg prevents you from pulling out any further
>You don't even need to hear what she says next, just as slowly pushing back in, until the tip presses up against the entrance to her womb
>"N-ahhh~, good, very good. Just like that..." You memorize the rhythm, and it comes as familiar to you as tying a knot, searing into your muscle memory, the small part of your brain that still has the luxury of thought musing on how nice it would be if this were to become just as frequent
>Like the gentle waves lapping at your thighs as you plunge through the hot waters and stirr her pussy, your pace becomes a constant sensation, allowing you to focus on other things
>Things like the two large and of so soft mounds of dreams and happiness your face is currently buried in
>You life your head up far enough to wrap your lips about one of her nipples, tongue mimicking the actions of your finger from earlier, dipping into the inverted puffiness to toy at the hidden budd
>She moans loudly, and her walls squeeze about your girth as you do so, as blatant a sign as any to redouble your efforts at this game of hide and lick.
>Soon your efforts are rewarded as you suck her hardened nipple into your mouth, the sudden outpouring shocking you so bad you nearly choke
>But before you can move your head away, her fingers thread their way through your hair, stroking against your scalp gently, but holding you in place with the firmness of iron
>"Shhh, drink, child. You're so starved a big meal might actually harm you. Drink until your shrunken stomach no longer aches."
>You nod your head, as well as you clumsily can with her hand holding you in place and your lips wrapped about puffy nipple
>If the warmth of the bath water, and the warmth of her womanhood hadn't suffused you enough, now the warmth of her milk settling comfortably in your stomach makes you feel like wax in an oven
>In fact you'd gladly melt away, if you didn't need all that spine, hip and muscle to continue thrusting through her depths
>Her tail releases the base of your cock, and her other leg joins its sister in locking your hips in place the now-free appendage instead coiling about your balls and kneading them encouragingly
>At some point that you weren't even consciously aware of, your pack picked up, the waves between the two of you growing choppy as you smack your hips against hers
>She doesn't say anything about the change of pace
>After all you can't really consider the half gasped, half moaned whines of "Yes" "Good child" and "more" to be speaking
>You just rely on her jiggling, contracting and shuddering body language to guide your efforts
>Until she lets out a sharp cry and tenses, wrapping about you crushingly and sending you so much hot sweaty body language that you overload in information and stop thrusting momentarily to see what happened to her
>But she doesn't respond immediately and it wouldn't matter if she did, the sudden clenching and milking of her walls overloading you in another way, the hot white sensation clouding your mind and tossing you well over the brink you'd spend to long slowly approaching
>You'd thrust in one last time if her leglock didn't ensure you were balls deep already and so the only thing left to your throbbing cock is to cum, her tail squeezing rhythmically about your balls as load after load crash up the length of your cumvein before bursting out the slit knocking hard against the entrance to her womb
>You fill her belly with thick spurts of cum, a perverted mirroring of your own stomach, full and satsfied for what feels like the first time in your life
>The rest of her milk leaks down her chest to smear against yours as you take advantage of your unoccupied mouth to suck in a lungfull of air
>It doesn't last long though before her soft lips crash into your cracked ones and her little warm tongue slips about your own
>Your balls force out the last of your load, her wanton womb not letting loose a drop of it and soon the rest of you melts like the aformentioned wax, cock no longer needing to stay rock solid, having admirably performed its duty.
>In fact if it weren't for her tight grip on you, you might well have simply slipped off her soapy body into the water, to slip away into nothingness, utterly content.
>She holds you in place though, and laughs lightly at your expression, "Come child, lets finish cleaning up. There's plenty of time later to get even messier, but we've some things to give you."
>You nod obediently and pull out, rising to stand in the water with shaky legs.
>This makes your still semi-erect manhood rise out of the water though, and the woman's eyes latch on with a bewitching gleam
>"Just a moment." She smiles as she leans forward and takes the half-hardon in her hand fingers wrapping about the base while her lips kiss the tip, slowly sliding it into her mouth for her tongue to roam about, cleaning it of the sticky mess the two of you contributed to.
>She finally takes it out of her mouth with a pop, just as you begin to grow harder, and she grins as you somewhat disappointed look .
>"Later, perhaps. I told you we've things to do."
>"Okay" your voice comes out smoother than before. Still soft as a whisper, but no longer so cracked and dry. She smiles at this, and leads you through washing your hair before the two of you get out of the water.
>You look at your own wrinkled fingers as she towels you off, and marvel at the fresh, crisp and clean clothes she says are yours.
>You make a solemn vow to look after and care for them, but the dark priestess only laughs at the look of determination on your face, telling you that you'll soon have a full wardrobe of clothes.
>She then leads you through a few rooms and introduces you to a few people, before sitting you down for a time to ask you about your life, man of your answers leading to a faint reddening of her eyes
>She gives you a long hug before filling out some paperwork, but by the end of it you're so tired you're nodding off.
>You don't stir until something warm and sweet is brought under your nose and your attention is focused on a slice of soft and warm cloud-like cake, which you eat with gusto, and chase down with a warm mug of familiar tasting milk.
>By the end of it there's little in the world that could keep you up and so she brings you to your new room, coincidentally hers, and she lays you in your new bed, coincidentally also hers, and tells you about all the things you've got ahead of you tomorrow
>You drift off listening to her gentle voice, falling into a deep and restful sleep, registering at some point the softness of her body as she slips in behind you and holds you, but even that is only fleeting
>You can only hope that it's not so fleeting that you wake up the next morning on the familiar cold stones of the alleyway.