(Braiddan) Keeping Chaste (Mia Tepes)

[Braiddan]

Sunday morning, the golden rays of light pierced through the stained glass windows of the church, leaving a plethora of colors upon the floor. Brother Asher was awake long before the sun made its presence known to anyone. He was preparing with the other monks for service. Putting all the candles in place, dusting off the Father's podium, and carrying the mammoth sized tome in which the Father read from, to the podium. Before service even started, he had already been all over the church.

So the time service came around actually seemed like a break. All he had to do for the service is escort the Father to the podium waving the inscence. Despite the pungent smelling smoke, he didn't mind the job at all. Asher was the youngest monk in the monestary. He had golden blonde hair and emreld green eyes. He was pretty built for a monk as well, but the baggy brown robes concieled that.

He heard the door open, the nobles were now piling into the church. He knew it was the nobles because everyone stood aside to let them in first. Once the pews were filled, the father decided to make his entrance. Asher wallked infront of him, waving the inscence canister by it's chain as he walked. The scented smoke filled the air with a musky scent , as Ahser stood to the side of the podium.

 

[Mia Tepes]

As befit a man of his considerable status and power, Duke Aleph Tepes strode in ahead of the procession of local aristocrats. There were none who did know that he had the ear of the Dawn King, and it was also known that in his veins flowed the Royal blood which granted the monarchy its considerable power, its divine right to rule. Many were the rumours that circulated amongst the unwashed masses, and indeed the nobility, about the power that the Royals possessed. Few were accurate, but those few who carried the blood were to be feared and respected in equal measure.

With Duke Tepes walked his wife, and behind them their eldest daughter and heir to the Duke's title, Mia. A gorgeous creature, she was amongst the most desired hands for any wedding, her position second only to that of the daughters of the Dawn King. However, many more desired Mia for her body; her corsetted dress accentuated her hourglass figure and the enormous swell of her bosom. With every step she took the mountainous, milk-white flesh of her breasts quivered, threatening to spill free from the tight confines of her dress. With every step, her hips rolled like liquid. Against convention, he kept her silky black hair untied and straight, reaching down to below the round peach of her ass. Though inconvenient, it was eyecatching, and her mother - a practised seductress - encouraged Mia to draw every eye in the room. Her younger sister, Aria, followed with her. Though still blossoming, Aria possessed much of the measure of her sister's beauty; already word had spread amongst younger nobles wishing for a taste of Tepes flesh, and naturally the chance to sire a child of a woman possessing the Royal blood.

Taking their seat at the head of Cathedral, the Tepes settled down for the weekly devotions to Sol Invictus. Though they seemed properly respectful, Aria gave away their boredom and impatience with her fidgeting. Doctrine said that the Dawn King and his line possessed the will of Sol Invictus, the Unconquered Sun, but in truth few of the Royals possessed the faith common amongst the Kingdom. As such, Mia ignored the dull readings of what shouldh ave been interesting stories of golden knights and firey mage-queens smiting all those before them, and instead focussed on the monk standing by the Father with golden eyes. He was tall, at least as tall as her, which was quite impressive. He had a strong jaw and cheekbones, though she could tell he hadn't fully grown into. Despite this, he was incredibly handsome, the match for any highborn son. Ah, she could just imagine her fingers combing through his thick, golden hair. She wondered what his body might be like beneath the robes. Her lips parting, her mind moved easily to considering the length and girth of his dick, and the sensation of it plunging into her. To her left, Mia could tell her sister gazed at him, though with a more childish attraction compared to Mia's carnal desire.

She toyed with her bottom lip with one finger, her thighs shifting together.

((Sorry it took a while to reply. I also hope you don't mind me getting a little silly with setting. You did mention fantasy in your PM ))

 

[Braiddan]

Eyes, Asher tried tried to stay in a vacuous gaze forward, but that proved to be almost impossible, as he felt a burning gaze upon him. Subtly, he looked in the direction he felt the gaze coming from, and found the owner to be the Tepes daughter Mia. He swallowed loudly and averted his eyes back to the front, trying to shake off any obscene thoughts. 'Just keep staring at the door' He thought to himself. But slowly his eyes traveled back to her his mind conflicting saying. ' But it wouldn't hurt to look. It would be a sin to not appreciate this immaculate creature.'

His eyes stared directly at her, studying every amount of bare flesh that was shown on the woman. As his fellow monks always said, he made a bad monk. Which was understandable, he was adopted by the temple when he was very young, he wasn't willingly a monk at all.

 

[Mia Tepes]

Mia suppressed a giggle as she saw the handsome monk try to avoid staring, only to fail. Locking eyes with him in the most smouldering look she could muster, she slipped the tip of her finger between her full lips, down to the second knuckle, before slowly, teasingly dragging back out. A cord of saliva connected her finger to her hot maw, which broke and fell upon the moon-like curve of one breast. Mia subtly pulled her shoulders together, pushing her breasts together. The valley of cleavage deepened, and more and more breast slid from the cups of her corset. A pink curve of aereola appeared, as her nipples threatened to slide above the clasp of her dress. Her saliva ran between breasts, down her cleavage.

 

[Braiddan]

A bright red hue crawled across the features of Asher when she locked eyes with him, a smouldering lusty gaze. Luckily everyone else had bowed their heads and closed thier eyes in prayer when the color came across his face. His eyes could not avert from her face, that was until her finger went into her lips and delved inside. His eyes now followed her narrow fingers as it fell to her breasts. He noticed the hint of pink and soon there was a lump growing beneath his robes. Quickly he brought his hands together in front of him to hide it.