Your Graceful Grace Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Your Graceful Grace Ch. 01 by Lechedeamor1312,Lechedeamor1312 Authors note: In case this is not clear, this is a slight fantasy story in which an orphaned son is raised by nuns, and one in particular is a strong maternal figure. All characters are over 18, and there is only a brief mention of the main character’s situation growing up. All character likeness to other real or fictional/ imagined stories is purely coincidence, but I must admit the situationship is inspired by a rather infamous Reddit AMA. I did not mean to copy it, nor do I intend to copy it or anyone else. Please enjoy.

Your Graceful Grace

John Wenzel did not know his last name was Wenzel. In fact, the only Wenzel he knew was a supreme ruler, and his lordship felt as distant to John as the furthest stars in the galaxy.

When he was born, his queen mother died during childbirth. The king, distraught and angered, ordered his servants to destroy the child. The majority of the servants were steadfastly loyal to their dead queen. As the rightful heir, they conspired to keep him alive and smuggle him back to his mother’s homeland. The pope caught wind and conspired to have the child raised by nuns and strictly reared to be utterly beholden to God and only God. But also by transitive priorities to the Pope. The nuns all did as instructed. Even the youngest nun, Sharon.

A recent sinner herself, she had lost her unborn child at a very young age, and her family, so ashamed, disowned her and forced her into a life of servitude to the church. Her life led her to help raise and educate John.

Although on strict orders from the Pope, the Mother Superior thought of child rearing beneath her and handed all motherly duties to the lesser nuns, including Sharon.

Although extremely devout and strict, all the nuns found joy raising the child. Although they would allow him to play sometimes with the nearby village children, they were hard on him for his studies. Some of the children were sent to learn with him under the influence of the Pope and with auspices to educate possible future bishops. However, John was isolated and often treated with higher expectations by his teachers. He learned quickly to find solace in reading and writing.

At the age of 18 years, he had grown up to be a robust and brilliant man, though still very sheltered and strictly religious. All of his life so far, no one had mentioned anything about his lineage. Indeed, almost everyone around him did not know.

King Wenzel ruled for all those years, and his kingdom prospered and flourished; even the remote village near John was eventually connected by roads that all led back to the heart of the growing empire.

But when the king passed away, he left a tremendous power vacuum. His son Charlemagne did not inherit his father’s ethics, wisdom, and temperance. Many old rumors about the existence of a rightful heir have been rekindled. The new king also had his vices, drinking, gambling, and whoring. Very quickly, the scrupulous network of taxation, bean counting, and security net vanished seemingly overnight, and raiders and warring bands became emboldened. The Pope, seizing his chance, began to move pieces to return John to his proper status.

One night, a warring band came across the remote village and convent. These savages had no respect for God or gods and did not have qualms about raiding and pillaging everyone and anyone.

The nuns fled to the cellar for safety, but John realized Sharon was not there yet. Sharon had grown in her faith and status and was now only second to Mother Superior. John went back to retrieve her. He found her surrounded by raiders and daggers pointed at her. John snapped and, with reckless abandon, charged the four attackers. Much more experienced in fighting and stronger, they laughed as they fought him. They wanted to enjoy some brawling before slicing him. But no matter how many times he went down, John got up. The leader of the group finally pinned John to the ground and drove a dagger into each of his hands. He laughed mercilessly and told John to watch as he and his men were to have their way with her. John screamed at the top of his lungs in horror.

Almost as if by divine intervention, his cries were answered. Three paladins that had previously been dispatched to bring John to the Holy See made it just in time. Although only three, they fought valiantly against the raiders. Two were seriously injured, but the third swiftly cut off the leader’s head. Spooked and wounded, the bandits that were still alive fled.

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Recovery and rebuilding were long and arduous. For John, the blades had severed bone and veins; typically, these injuries were fatal, but the nuns were said to have magical healing and were able to stop the bleeding and administer care.

Immediately, John realized his injuries left his hands practically useless while they healed. The nuns would kindly take turns helping him with daily tasks. But now, he could no longer relieve himself. The first few days, it did not bother him as the pain was unbearable. But when a young nun bathed him, his rock-hard cock sprang at her as she took down his pants. Blushing, she screamed, frightened. All the nuns found it hilarious except Sharon. She kindly stepped in and finished helping him bathe.

She undid the top layers of her habit, and her glorious black hair fell past her waist. Because it was so warm, only a thin shirt and dress were all she wore when she stepped into the steamed-up washroom. John was stunned. All his years, he had only caught a few glimpses of her beautiful long hair. Never saw her out of her habit. Never realized that she was so well developed. Although older, she had a slim waist, with wide hips, a huge ass, and a spectacular pair of giant round tits. The habit found a way of completely hiding all this. John had no idea she was indeed packing. Seeing her in a thin shirt quickly acquiring moisture was like something he should never be allowed to see.

This did not help his boner, which was now ferociously twitching, and precum began to bead then seep. Sharon did not notice, or rather pretended not to see this raging hard-on, and simply went on gently scrubbing his body. When she had almost washed everything except his groin and raging member, John said, “Thanks, I’m good here.” he was flustered, trying to catch his breath.

Sharon looked down and smiled dearly at John. “It’s okay” I’ve cleaned you before. And we have to make sure you stay clean so you can have a speedy recovery.”

John averted his eyes. He felt so guilty, burning with the desire to be touched.

Sharon knew that John had been frustrated. His mood was sour, and he had been quick to annoyance these last few days. As she quickly washed him gently, his dick pulsed as the warm wet cloth gently scrubbed over this cock and balls.

“Sorry,” he yelped as his dick swung into her hand. It felt warm and soft.

“It’s okay, honey,” the nun said, smiling, her reassuring eyes softened as she stared at him. “I know just how hard things have been, and honestly, it’s all because of me. If you hadn’t stepped in and defended me, those evil men would have had their way with me and even kidnapped me before we could be rescued. It’s my fault you’re in so much pain.”

“A lot of help I did,” John grumbled sorely. His ears and face burned red. Sharon admired him; he had grown up so fast.

“To me, it was everything, and you really are my hero.” John blushed, but Sharon continued, “I want to help you. I know just what you need, and I think I owe it to you to offer you some relief.”

“What? No. You don’t have to. I’m fine.” John mumbled, hardly believing what he was hearing; he averted his eyes full of shame.

“Nonsense, this will be real quick, and it’s no problem. All we have to do is ensure you are properly taken care of so you may have a speedy recovery.” With that, she began stroking his hard cock.

“What,” gasped John. He couldn’t believe it. The room began to spin as pleasure overtook him. It had only been three days, but his body ached and shuddered as she got into a rhythm of long, forceful strokes. She cupped and massaged his balls with her other hand.

“It’s okay, baby. Everyone needs relief. It’s so good to let go and be able to release. Please let it go.” Her voice was warm and gentle, but she was earnest. There was almost a matter-of-fact tone as she spoke. The realization sunk in what she was saying. “It’s okay to go ahead and cum.” The long strokes continued. She began to breathe heavier though still softly. John was panting, close to hyperventilating. There was nothing more his body wanted to do than to release this very instant. But his mind was convinced this was wrong. “John, cum for me, please.”

“I’m cumming.” John erupted. His balls emptied into the washcloth she moved over his dick. The cum was too much for the cloth, and it sprayed on her hands and arms. John was mortified, but as she cleaned up, he looked at her face. He thought he could see a glint and smile in her eyes as she gently said, “Well, we’ll just have to get you a bigger washcloth next time. And maybe we shouldn’t let you get this backed up. We should take care of this at least once a day.”