A Pet Second to Nun (sentinelofdreams & Sinshyne)

[sentinelofdreams]

"Thank you." His voice mellowed down as he raised her up and hugged her. The hug was a lot closer to her body than the ones before, intended to cause arousal on both sides as his legs pressed on her crotch, his chest on her breasts as he practically lofted her up with his hug, looking up at her with such a charismatic, warm and beaming smile on his face. "My precious Julianne... You are such an obedient woman, and with your obedience shall be rewarded. A reward of a lifetime. A reward of becoming a woman." He took her hand gently and guided her on the next room after the guest dining room.

While not as lavish as either Julianne's and Immanuel's, this little guest bedroom was a far cry to her quarters and to most people in the land. A plush bed on the north-east was smaller than her own bed but large enough for both of them to make love on. A series of dimly lit candles lined the room, clearly he was prepared to be able to bed this innocent Nun ever since she arrived. There was also another coffee table full of sweets and exotic fruits for them to enjoy in the middle of their sexual encounter.

He looked behind her as the door on this room was locked shut. He chose this room clearly since it was the most private and secluded part of the Villa. There wasn't even a small window for anyone to peak inside as they fornicated. "At last... At long last, we are alone. All alone with you." The General purred as he encircled around her again, sashaying on Julianne as he studied the facial and physical features of her young body.

"You are a young, beautiful woman. Being locked up against your will in that Convenient... You should be glad I rescued you from your bondage." He sat down on a chair as he opened up his thin short slightly. A couple of buttons were unfastened for her to get a peak on the chest muscles underneath that thin fabric of his shirt.

"Don't be nervous. Don't be shy, my love." He curled a finger at her to beckon the Virgin before him. "I want you to sit on my lap. Just to test the waters. I won't bite if you don't want me to."

 

[Sinshyne]

His immediate calmness just reassured Julianne that she had made the right decision, even as nervous butterflies fluttered in her belly. But these were not the fearful, uncertain butterflies of before. There had been a certain freedom in releasing her right to a decision, in accepting the permission of the abbess to obey and give in to what he was demanding. And so when he gathered her up into his strong arms, his very male body pressing so insistently on hers, her young body flamed into life. Heat flushed through her, the secret folds between her legs grew saturated, her nipples hardened and her breasts tightened. Instinct made her want to wrap her legs around his waist and press herself against him even more, but shyness and uncertainty as to what he wanted forbade it. Instead, she slipped her fingers into his, following him to the other room.

The first sight that met her eyes was the bed. She instantly blushed and looked away from it. It was smaller than the bed in her new room, but massive compared to the tiny cot she had slept on most of her life at the convent. But even when she looked away, the image of that bed was seared on her mind. It was there that he was going to take her, and she wondered what exactly that involved. She had, of course, seen the mating of the chickens and goats at the convent. And she supposed it was somewhat like that, and had the vague impression that his stick would be put in the hole between her legs, but she had little knowledge beyond that.

Really the only thing in the room except the bed to look at was him, and her curious eyes locked on his on one of his passes around her, then skittered off to the side again and looking down at the floor as she blushed prettily. He sat down and she started to step closer to him, then stopped. Her fingers folding nervously together in front of her. Her eyes watching his fingers unfasten a few buttons. Her mouth grew dry at the thought of him completely naked. And suddenly she was terribly, terribly curious. What DID he look like naked? She had never seen a naked man.

"I cannot help it, mon Seigneur." Even though she was about to fornicate with the man, she could not think of anything to call him except that respectful, 'my Lord'. "But I will try."

And try she did to lose her nervousness. She came to him with little hesitation, perching on his lap. Her legs dangling between his spread thighs as she sat on his thigh. One small hand resting on his knee, the other wrapping around his broad shoulders. She smiled shyly at him. "I do not know what to do, the nuns never taught me of this act." It felt good to let him know how little she knew. At least he would not be shocked if she made some terrible blunder.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

The soft weight of the virgin nun caused him to tingle with such carnal excitement that Julianne could see how hard her master was resisting to pounce on her. To be able to see her plump breasts still underneath her Habit so close without any restrictions. Once sitting on his lap, Immanuel immediately began to grope and touch around her body. While her thick clothes limited how well he could feel her soft flesh underneath, he could still feel the warmth of her body underneath. His hands first began to grope at her waist, adjusting her body to have her sit closer to him, his body screaming for more contact from her. Then he boldly explores her chest area, flaming her body as he was the first man to ever be able to touch her. "Do you like that, my petite Julianne. My bouquet of lilies and roses... Julianne." His eyes looked up to her blue-green eyes wth loving passion but still had that spark of lust and want.

Then he groped her ass, squeezing it slightly to get a good handful of it. Her body was immaculately shaped, her bust a perfect sizw to grope as he took a handful of her wisdom to squeeze with delight. "Do not resist... Let your instincts take over. I've taken enough Women to know that you are enjoying this, but Julianne you have no idea how unique and beautiful you are." He pulled her in further as he gazed deep in her eyes. "You have no idea how much I want you. My manhood wants to be sheath within your walls, to take you and be mine! Because you are mine!"

Puling her face close he pressed his face onto hers as he took her lips as he gained her first kiss from him. His hands still roamed all over her as simply pressed his lips on hers. Then with a good grip in her head he deeply kissed her with his tongue exploring this woman's uncharted mouth. He would offer his saliva and breath for her to taste and inhale as he kissed Julianne slowly and passionately. Her body was so close to his body now that her Brest were squished by his chest. Teeth ground at her lips, to give teased hers as they traded spit in their long, passionate kiss. A trail of his saliva dropped down her neck as a thin line of lust infused saliva from their passionate kissing.

"Let's see if you will enjoy this as well." Then he attacked her neck, trailing kisses down her neck and on her throat. His nose sniffed her as he took her scent, a smell more precious than any perfume. His hands which were still roaming her body began to lower her Habit down a little, first widening the collar well enough so he could lower her Habit slightly so her shoulders were exposed and her cleavage barley seen. Gentle pecks and kisses were laid upon her virgin body as he claimed every inch of her for himself, exploring every inch of her body as he was the James Cook of her body.

 

[Sinshyne]

Never had she dreamed the touch of a man could be so...exhilarating. His pretty words fell on willing, eager ears. Julianne had always had a fine nature attuned to beautiful things. That nature had been smothered in the abbey, but not entirely starved. It had found it’s release in the admiration of natural things. Pretty flowers, enchanting and charming animals – especially the babies. Even the grand architectural designs of the abbey had thrilled her soul.

But compliments had been few and VERY far between. Even so those comments were limited to her obedience and work ethic. Never once, until this man, had she been complimented physically. And though it embarrassed her it also thrilled her affection starved little heart. Her big eyes focused on his, drinking in his comparisons of her to some of the most beautiful things in her world. While it may have been scoffed at by more worldly ladies, to Julianne it was an awe-inspiring comparison that left her breathless and flushed – especially as his rough but somehow gentle hands explored the soft delicate curves of her body.

Without thought, without even realizing what she was doing, her body responded as it had been created to do. Leaning into his touch, her flesh rising and falling to his hand underneath that thick barrier of her habit. The symbol of the church standing between this eager man and his young, naïve ward. She blushed furiously as he spoke of his manhood in her, her cheeks flooding with a pretty pink stain. Her eyes dipping shyly.

And then he kissed her.

At first it was a light, tender kiss. The kind of kiss she had received from her mother when they parted, if more…loving. How strange, that this man’s kiss was more loving than one from her own mother. But then it was no longer sweet and soft. It became shockingly intimate as his tongue swept across her lips. She gasped into his mouth and he took swift advantage. At first she was so shocked she froze in his lap, perched there like a frightened baby bird about to try to flutter off. But then heat stirred and she whimpered into his mouth, lost in a wave of pleasure and intimacy and an unexplainable feverish NEED. Her tongue curled hesitantly against his. Timidly experimenting.

And when his mouth encouraged her she grew bolder. Her tongue twisting against his, tasting him as he tasted her. Imitating every move of his experienced lips and tongue, learning from her tutor. The world vanished away, and the only thing that existed was this man who held her so tenderly in his arms, her petite frame nestled against him. She was utterly lost to him. When his mouth pulled away she was left breathless and bewildered, with that pretty pink flush staining her cheeks and her eyes wide, lips glistening wet and ever so slightly swollen from his kisses.

And then his devastating mouth moved lower. Instinctively her fingers wove through his hair, clutching his hungry mouth to her over-heated skin. Bare, slender creamy shoulders. The slight beginning swell of plump breasts, pale skin and shadows flickering temptingly in the candle light.

“With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace,

She clips me to her breast….”

The words of that poem had been frozen in her mind from the shock of reading them. And now as she experienced what the words spoke of, they came back to her. For the first time in her life, that empty pussy of hers spasmed on itself greedily. She whimpered, gasping out a protesting plea.

“Oh please, mon Seigneur…”

She did not know what she was pleading for. Could not explain it even if asked. She only knew she was needing something, that her body felt as if it were alive for the first time in her life. Flushed with heat, tingling and aching in all her secret places that he seemed bent on exposing.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

Her voice, her smell and her skin bewildered him. She was a perfectly sculpted woman who's beautiful image contrast the clothing of her Habit. Undressing her would be very much enjoyable now as the cleavage of hers was now in full display. "You want it... Your body wants it and now I shall give it to you my beloved Julianne..." He took her lips again and kissed her soft lips as rough and sensually as he could. A sloppy exchange of saliva and retaliation of tongue and lips was in full display as he kissed her in the most intimate way possible. There was no holding back as his to give probed and overwhelmed hers in their lovely duel of kisses and nibbles. His right hand now went towards her rump, caressing her ass without fear as his kisses occupied her mind and distracted her from his next move.

Immanuel began to kiss lower and lower on her face. Now kisses were laid on her lower neck and jugular. Looks a vampire drinking her blood, Immanuel instead licked at her moist and pale skin as his nose took in the virgin aroma of this innocent woman. "I've always wanted to bed a Nun," he cooed as he lazily sniffed her scent and lapped her neck. "All I've gotten are whores. An endless sea of depraved and degenerate women with mediocre bodies. Some downright disgusting... God forsaken creatures," he hissed as he massaged her body even more. "Now I have you and now I am in heaven. Relax unto my arms, you will love what I shall show you next, my little bouquet of flowers."

The next step of their foreplay was all too obvious since the beginning as he had been paying more and more attention to the rest of her body than her lips and face. Her shoulders now exposed he lowered her dress even more. Slowly he pulled it down to tease her and himself, the rising tension causing his heartbeat to pulseate faster and faster as he sees more of her unexplored body. Her cleavage grow larger and more in view for him until eventually she would see him gaze upon the first half of her perky you breasts before him, the rest of her breasts and her nipple still covered by her thick clothes. Then with a pair of smirking eyed looking at hers oh so mischievously he yanked down the rest of her Habit down to expose her deprived skin. Lo and behold, he had revealed her body before him. "Beautiful," was all he could say as his eyes fixed at her two mounds as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. It was the most perfect size and shape that no man could ask for more. Two hands came to touch her buxom bust, massaging it so delicate as his palms rolled over her nips to entice and harden them even more.

"You are... Even more beautiful than I first thought.... Perfection has been manifested in your body." He deemed to giggle or chuckle silently, his small chortling increased in loudness as he eventually laughed from the discovery. He was a mad man and he just discovered the most precious treasure in the world: Julianne's body. He now had a dangerous face on him now, the light casting a shadow over his eyes as she could barley see the perverted lol in those hungry, aged eyes of his. "Now I shall truly date your hunger and need, mon aimé Julianne." She would feel the hot breath on her nips, his wet bresth like moonshine sprinkling her precious and delicate body. A kiss was bestowed on her nipple as he looked up on her as he slowly and teasingly sucked her nip. A hand pressed her back to force her forwards to lean into him as he began to grin his lips and teeth on her nipple.

He yanked on her bust so gently at first but then his gentle suction and stimulation slowly became rougher as he continues to feast upon her flesh, her virgin flesh. He sucked and licked around her flesh as his mouth was now full of her. Finally once he was dated with sucking her up hr left her bust be with a loud pop. Eaves of his spit coagulated over her wet right bust as he watched his work drip down slowly. "Do you enjoy it my beloved?" He asked as he breathed a bit more since his mouth was preoccupied with her body for a fee minuites. "There is more of that where thst came from."

Then Immanuel took her body and lifted her with his strong arms, veteran and calloused hands caressed her back and legs as she lifted her so easily. With his hands full kf the naive nun he walked towards the bed where he would take her and laid her there. Then with the light over him he began to remove the thin shirt off his body as the light would reveal his now naked body before the young woman. She would see the markings of his abs on his stomach, a clear sign that he was no armchair general and does things by hinself if needed. More faint marks on his skin were signs of the wears of war such as scratches and cuts now faded in to scars that marked his broad chest. He spotted his own little manly nubs, nipples of a man smaller than a woman's but they still perked just right off his toned skin.

He dove over her, his weight now over the young lady ad his chest pressed and compressed hers, nipples scraping together as Immanuel feverishly kissed and licked her lips to dominate this woman, to claim her as his. "Say my name, Julianne... I want you to say it near my ears." To wait for her response and keep her excited and him busy he crawled down to assault her breasts again. Her now flushed body was now under attack as his tongue licked up and down the channel between her breasts. He then lifted up her Habit to expose her soft legs for him to caress. A hand slithered up her legs like a snake as he caressed her thighs and waist. His palm hovered over her groin covered up by her bloomers, palmong over her crotch to excite this virgin even more as the other hand teasingly played with her nipple as he feasted in her body.

 

[Sinshyne]

She did want it, no question. She was still not entirely sure WHAT she wanted, but she wanted it. Her body was on fire, tingling, aching. But his words confused her. Why would he want to bed a nun? Did he want her only because she was a nun? Because she was not really a nun, though she had been dedicated to being so. She would not have been eligible to take the vows for another two years. The idea of him being with whores was a repulsive one, she had been taught to think of them as evil, lustful creatures. But wasn’t she going to be one now? Now that she was giving her virginity away to a man she was not married yet? She started to stiffen, started to second guess her decision. But his kisses and touches made it hard to think, and the stiffening resistance of her body only displayed itself for a moment before she was overwhelmed by pleasure sensation again.



Julianne had rarely been fully naked before, the nuns had taught her to bathe herself with her clothes on. But certain parts had been bared to the washrag before. Never had she been so acutely AWARE of her nakedness. Never had her breasts ached when they had been exposed to the air before. Shocked, enflamed eyes meeting his as perky teenage tits bounced free of the restraining habit. Soft tender flesh curving upwards in defiance of gravity. Twin baby pink nipples puckered eagerly, clinging to the tips.



She gasped when he touched them. Male fingers roughened by war so tenderly caressing her. A whimper fluttered past her parted lips and she looked down. His sunbrowned fingers contrasting with her pale flesh. Then he was laughing, an odd hysterical, frightening laughter that left her tense again, staring at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

Her tension faded in a gasp when his lips replace his fingers. A strangled mewling sound greeting his mouth sucking in her nipple. Her hips jerking on his lap, as if a thread stretches from her nipples to her drenched pussy. She felt dirty in the most delicious way. His spittle dripping over her breasts, oozing warmth.

When he lifted her she threw her arms around his broad shoulders, her legs wrapping around his lean hips. Clinging to him as he carried her effortlessly to the bed. Letting him go reluctantly when he pressed her back into the soft, decadent mattress. She felt more naked, more exposed when he stood back from her. So aware of her naked breasts glimmering in the candlelight, aware of her aching loins still hidden under the thick habit. Somehow, having that habit still on her made her feel even MORE exposed. She blushed as she looked up at him, wanting to hide her face in the bedding but also terribly curious.

How often had she been scolded for her spirited curiosity? Told to accept what was, to not want more. But he permitted her to watch as he stripped. Warmth flushing through her half naked body as his hard body was revealed. Scars, old wounds, muscles flexing. It was fascinating. So different from the gentle curves of her own body. Her fingers ached to reach out, to touch those scars. To feel the roughness of the puckered skin under her fingertips. And when he all but leapt on her she did just that. Sliding her fingers along the puckered ridge of a scar on his chest. Her mouth going dry at the startling intimacy of the touch.

But then her hands were brushed away, his hot naked flesh searing her breasts. His lips at hers. And she responded quickly, breathlessly. “Mon Immanuel”. Her voice a husky, sensual whisper. Instinctively laying claim to him in the way of a woman. “Mon cher Immanuel.”

It was so different when he laid siege to her breasts again. His mouth hot and hungry, his weight pinning her to the bed. Heavy and solid. It made her feel more feminine, more vulnerable. She squirmed and writhed as his mouth tugged on her teats, whimpering when his fingers pulled the habit up her long, sleek legs. Blushing furiously when her pussy was revealed to his hungry eyes. A shocking, bare little cunt. Sweet creamy flesh glistening wet, not a hair in sight. She did not think it unusual, she had no idea that most women did not keep their pussies hairless. But after two infections when she was twelve, a doctor had recommended it.

She jumped when his fingers touched her there. Moaning, reaching up and grabbing his arms. “Oh, Immanuel!” Her vice shaking, quivering with confused lust.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

Without hesitating Immanuel moved to look down at her bare pussy. He was shocked to see it so hairless before him. He had expected to shave the Nun clean but to his delighted surprise has it done for him. He looked down at her hidden treasure, a beautiful sight from a beautiful lady, now about to become a woman from his touch. "Mon Cher Julianne... I must say." Words seem to struggle out of his mouth ad he gawked over her shaved vagina. "It's beautiful, your beautiful. Everything about you has not disappointed me at all, my beloved Julianne." He gazed closer without shame at her pussy, aware of her shy demeanour but force her legs spread wide before him ad he inspected her snatch. Spotless and elegant, wet and warm to his touch. Everything about her pussy was pristine and perfect, untouched and unclaimed.

He used two fingers to spread her labias aside, to look into her pussy further. With her inner walls beckoning, begging for him to take his penis and shove it in, Immanuel knew he chose the perfect playmate. "Have you ever touched yourself at all, Julianne? A shame to have hidden this treasure before a rightful man to whom to marry. But none of that matters now." He continued to look down at her spread entrance. "I want you to know all too well that you are mine, Julianne. No man would ever dare even lay a finger at you or even tske a strand of your hair for you are mine to please and love me, understand?" He looked at her again, laying over her body as he took her chin and studied her face. He smiled warmly at her. "That's a good girl. My beloved good girl Julianne."

The General continued to harass and tease her breasts roughly now as his suck and bite marks would be placed at her breasts and stomach. His old and rough body pinned the teenager down and still as he kissed her roughly to the point of her puckered lips being slightly swollen from kissing. His hands were still firmly placed on her groin, groping and touching without any sense of privacy at her as he explored as he pleased. Her stomach and breasts would be smeared by his saliva as the man roughly kissed at her but his antics aren't done just yet.

While kissing her his two fingers gets continued to pump and pierce through her Vagina though not enough to reach her core where her Hymen lay guard at her chastity. His feast accompanied his slow thrusting fingers in an attempt to loosen her up a bit before entrance. However, having had experience bedding women especially virgins meant he knew a perfect way to make the first entrance easier for her. So the man stood up and stood before her on the bed, his crotch at eye level as he looked down at her with a wicked grin.

"I suppose it is only fairI show you my private treasure to you as well, lover." He huskily said as he edged nearer towards the young girl. She would see a large bulge outlining his smooth, thin pants that he wore. If the light shone just right the thin fabric would barley show her what was underneath: A strong, hard manly shaft ready to pounce into her. She wouldn't wonder what it would look like for long as he began to remove his pants slowly as to not make any sudden movements. He pulled the garment down and his shaft would spring out proudly at her direction. He was well endowed in the cock part as his hard, veiny shaft complemented his large bulp which was bright pink red with arousal. The tip would b slightly oozing with a white substance that she has yet to know what was.

"Now as your loving teacher I want you to follow closely my commands." He said as he grabbed his cock and gently stroked at her image. "I wish for you to kneel down and lick it. Put it in your mouth, lick or suck, whichever you may enjoy. I can assure you that my manhood is clean and I am free of any sickness. Just know that this is for your own good, love. To lick it would be your first step to womanhood, and to make its entrance easier and less painful."

 

[Sinshyne]

Her cheeks were as pink as the beautifully glistening fuckmeat between her legs.

Julianne’s uncertain eyes watching him, the uncertainty fading to pleased delight at his obvious pleasure in her. He found her pretty, perhaps even beautiful. That was clear from the awe in his eyes, the huskiness in his voice. And the knowledge he found her beautiful absolutely thrilled her.

“Oh no, mon Seig…umm….I mean Immanuel.” She flushed, her denial quick and immediate. “Never! It is forbidden!”

It was also a lie. A lie to cover up such a desperate sin. She had touched herself a few times. Never to fruition. And always stealthily, and only when the lightly sleeping nun that shared her small room was sick, and therefore a heavier sleeper. It had been such a pleasant feeling, her fingers toying with that achingly soft flesh between her legs. And she had always wanted to touch further, but had never dared beyond a few furtive touches in the dark night.

She could not bring herself to confess, though she had no idea her lie was betrayed by a sudden guilty shift in her eyes, the quick nervous catch of her breath. Her cheeks would have flushed if they were not already stained scarlet.

She smiled as he spoke so firmly. So possessively. “Oui, Immanuel. I understand.” Bless her naïve little heart, she did not understand at all really, except he wanted her for himself. She did not truly understand how he was claiming her, establishing his claim. But some deep feminine thing inside her grasped what he was doing and responded to it. Curving that achingly soft, nubile flesh into his mouth and hands. Her lips making delicious little whimpering and mewling sounds as he explored her naked skin. The flesh prickling to his touch, her pussy growing ever hotter and wetter. She gasped into his mouth when he kissed her, clinging to him as she kissed him back. Her fingers itching to touch him and explore him, but entirely too uncertain to do so without permission.

His fingers hurt at first, but they also felt…delicious. So she spread those sleek soft thighs wider and welcomed the intrusion of his fingers. Sticky fluid oozing over his fingers. And by the time he stood up and away from her, she was enjoying the attentions of his fingers so much she actually pouted up at him when he took them away. Her lips reddened and swollen from his kisses, her body glistening and exquisitely bared and flushed with pleasure. The band of black woolen cloth across her belly and the veil with her hair half tumbling from it were the only remaining signs of the pretty young devotee of earlier. Now, she was an innocent seductress.

“Oui, I want to see it.”


It was no conscious act, that wicked candy pink tongue flickering against her lips after she said it. No, that was from the inner slut she had no idea existed. An age-old instinct that reared to life for the first time now, when she lay naked on a stranger’s bed. She crawled to her knees to see him better. Crouched there on the bed sublimely naked, with soft bright gold locks dripping from the veil that lay askew her head, tumbling over her shoulders in a sensual riot. Plump pink lips glistened as she stared wide-eyed at the throbbing shaft displayed for her. It was oddly both ugly and beautiful in a way she found hard to express. But she was instantly in love with it. Something of it called to her and she responded by instinctively reaching out for it. Her fingers halfway to it before she yanked them back, flushing in embarrassment at her boldness.

But then he invited her….no commanded her to touch him. With her mouth even. But her fingers were first. Soft, a delicate touch. Oh so carefully brushing against his hardness. Coaxing his body closer to her, petting him. She was utterly fascinated by the strangeness of it. Completely forgetting the world around them, lost in her first cock. He was so wonderfully soft, like silky velvet. Yet underneath an iron core that refused to yield to her careful prodding. But his orders were not forgotten, and she bent low before him, lifting him to her mouth.

Her tongue curled around the tip experimentally. Barely brushing against his hot flesh before quickly retreating. But there was no awful taste so her tongue returned again. Growing bolder as to slid against his skin. Her breath hot and sweet on him as she began her exploration. Wiggling under the flared head of his cock. Flicking at the flexing slit warily, tasting the precum oozing from it. She rolled the pearly substance on her tongue, a charming frown furrowing her innocent brow as she tested it. Evidently she found it acceptable, because she lapped up another pearly drop dropping from him. Then she began exploring further. Her tongue dragging up and down the pulsing veined ridges. Dipping into the valleys. Growing more and more excited, leaving fervent tiny kisses along his length.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

The General laid back, watching over the novice slut under him as she began to do her work. He began to other head gently, coaxing her into licking and sucking him off like the good whore he wanted her to become. Since he laid his eyes over her he wanted her for himself. No one was to get in between either of them. "Now Julianne... For you to be a good woman in service of her lover you must also be a great blower as well. But know this lover, that your innocence in this carnal act is my greatest enjoyment. So be the innocent woman you are for now. You got disappointing me one bit." She heard him moan silently when he kissed his shaft, his moan a little exaggerated to get her more interested in her first blowjob. Not that she was awful at what she does but to give her confidence.

A few more minutes and her gentle coaxing and touches made him even more flush and excited. Julianne would notice how his already erect and hard shaft was even harder and redder now, heat increasing from her touches and attention to his sword of love. "That's right, my dear Julianne. My innocent Nun Julianne. Pay more attention in the head and thy scrotum, my sacks," he grabbed his shaft as he redirected her towards his large balls, the smell of his manly musk overtaking her when she finally dove to lick and coax them. More precum would leak out of his shaft, orgasm being held back tightly by the experienced man but it was more than evident how well she was exciting him.

"Now... Now my beloved, you can call me by my name anytime but know that I am still your teacher, in love and at work alike," He reaffirmed his position as his guardian still even when the older man was treating the woman he swore to protect and teach like a brothel whore. His rough hands went towards her head and pushed away her disheveled veil, exposing fully her golden locks for him to grasp. Still he held back and his initial touches on her head were still gentle. His hands took a handful of her blonde hair and grasped gently, enjoying the softness of her youthful hair. "My dear Julianne, you have no idea... No idea how much I enjoy this. Being my lover... How naive of me to think your mother was more beautiful than the French Alps, now your eyes alone glitter brighter than the blue sea, God Almighty!" The excitement was overspilling litterealy out of him as his precum seeped out more from mere droplets to a steady thin stream.

Now the General was even become more aggressive with his playmate as he now forces her head to be shoved down deeper into his cock. He stood up over the chair he sat as he forces her down from the excitement and buildup he is feeling. The sloppy sounds of his shaft shoving in and out of her throat and the fluid dripping around her mouth excited them each other from the erotic sounds as Immanuel fucked the throat of the pretty Nun before him. As his excitement grew so did his cock and the pressure building inside his shaft and in just a few moments Julianne would experience the wonderful sight of a man ejaculating over her body. He pulled out of her mouth quickly then took over the last moments by stroking his penis on her breasts. With a loud roar that she would be able to clearly hear Immanuel came on her virgin body. Her heaving breasts would take the brunt of his orgasm but the seed would drop down to her stomach as well. He face would also be struck by his cum, some of his seed splattering over her folded habit and veil, debasing them in a delicious, erotic act of sacrilege. All in the act of lust.

Breathing heavily, he laid back on his chair spread before her without shame. His cock still spurting out some cum and and some of it falling on the floor, others smeared in his thighs. "Good job my innocent Nun. I commend you in forgiving all my sins I pent up," he said breathlessly with a grin. "Now I want you to lay down on the bed for step two of your journey to becoming a woman."