Your Graceful Grace Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Your Graceful Grace Ch. 02 by Lechedeamor1312,Lechedeamor1312 The next morning, John could not believe all that had transpired the night before. The steaming bath scene seared into his mind. It was all he could think about. Sharon made it seem like nothing happened and smiled, “Good morning,” as she sat his breakfast before him. John reddened, but as she walked away, his eyes bore into her back, now with a hyper realization of what was underneath.

“You are beaming; something wonderful must have happened to you last night,” Viola, the young nun who had shrieked at his cock last night, was now helping him eat his breakfast. With some insistence, she persuaded John to let her feed him. She wanted to overcome her embarrassment and ensure nothing came between their friendship. Although he was raised there, he often felt like an outsider, and Viola was still adjusting to this life; the two were able to form a strong bond and friendship.

John now noticed how pretty she looked. Well, she always looked pretty, but now noticed how her habit had similar folds and contours as Sharon’s. That made John fantasize that Viola must also be pleasantly shapely under her garments. Her face pale slightly freckled, was stark because her lips were full and reddish. Accentuated by finely showed auburn brows. Long lashes that fired as she said, “Please tell me.”

“Nothing,” he smiled.

“You’re such a terrible liar. I know exactly when you’re lying to me.”

John frowned a bit. It was true the two had grown close in friendship, and although he did like her, he had always fought to think pure thoughts and not be overcome with temptation.

“Well, I had a really vivid dream,” although true, surely he could not tell her about the dream of seeing that wet hair draped down the front of Sharon’s chest. The damp fabric of her shirt slowly revealed her voluptuous shape, and her nipples poked through the fabric–the sensuality of her careful strokes.

He shook his head and continued. He retold one of his recurring dreams. In the dream, he flew past distant stars into a wondrous new galaxy. As his body neared a close solar system, the sun and the moon bowed and praised him. All 8 of the planets bowed and praised him as well. Although slightly different each time, these details mostly remained the same. More consistently, the dream always made him feel whole.

“You’ve had that dream and told me about it before,” Viola said suspiciously. “You’ve read that Bible story too many times, and the astronomer teacher who visited us from the Holy See and lectured you was full of kooky ideas about stars and solar systems. I can’t believe the church has not squashed those silly ideas entirely.” She was now pouting, sure he was not being honest with her.

“Well, this one felt so real. I’ve never seen it so vivid. So full of wonder. I felt home and complete.”

Still not convinced, Viola decided it was best to leave it and coyly replied, “Well, next time you need to wash, I promise I won’t freak out. Please let me wash you like I was supposed to.”

“Mother Sharon finished; she did okay.”

“Well, of course she did; she’s always cared for you, and you did risk your life to rescue her bravely.” At this comment, John grimaced more than the physical wound, the fact that at the moment of the attack, he was physically helpless plagued him. Noticing, Viola quickly continued, “Besides, she’s next in line to head this convent. She shouldn’t have to worry about menial tasks like trying to clean up a dirty boy like you.”

“Well, maybe if you do a better job than her, I’ll consider it.” The devious smile behind his eyes made her flutter momentarily. She thought she had felt a shiver run through her. Shyly, he quickly added, “It won’t be necessary. Sharon and the rest of the sisters have really helped me recover. It’s almost magical how quickly I’m recovering. Indeed, the paladins are also being recovered quickly. I talked to one to thank him. He seemed too young to be a paladin.”

Viola smiled as she helped him to the last of his food. “Oh my gosh, they are both so dreamy.”

The two paladins were staying to recover from their injuries. Their third, the one in charge and the one who beheaded the bandit chieftain had assessed all who were injured, spoke with Mother Superior briefly, and sped back to report at the Holy See.

Annoyed, John retorted, “Dear sister, children of God should not be so quickly moved to temptation.” Knowing that he was mostly joking, she jabbed back.

“Brother, is someone jealous, perhaps?” The fact he did not smile told her to drop it. “Well, what did he say? Why were they here? Everyone is grateful they showed up when they did, but paladins have never been in these parts, I’m sure of it.”

“Well, that’s the weird thing. Sir Raphael, the one who spoke to me, said they were dispatched on orders from really high up. The other two, Sir Gabriel and Sir Michael, kept him in the dark and was only squiring for them.”

“A paladin squiring for other paladins. They must be really high-ranking. After all, they must have fought against well over a dozen bandits before the rest fled.” Viola said. Her voice filled with amazement and admiration.

“Whatever the mission, they had to abort. They will head back as soon as they are able. Wonder what it was all about.” John wondered for a long time.

***

The entire day, Sharon did not even show a hint of what happened the night before. So much so that John began to doubt and wonder if it was all simply a vivid dream that hadn’t happened. That night, Sharon came as usual to help him get comfortable, check his wound, and change the bandages. As she finished, she said, “Alright, as promised, one last thing.” She undid his sleeping pants and pulled them down swiftly.

She sat beside his bed and brought out the big towel and a small bottle of a fragrantless oil. In the soft moonlight that lit up his room, she swiftly oiled her hands and, gripping his balls with one hand, her other oiled, warm hand began the long, deep strokes. John, overcome with lust and surprise, gasped. It felt terrific she expertly worked on his member, now glistening with oil and pre cum.

“Yes, that’s right, let me take care of you. You’re so big and strong. I know you’re used to doing everything yourself, but this is temporary. Soon, you’ll be back as good as new. Until then, I will stroke it for you and allow you to release.” She said all this in a low voice while staring into his eyes. John could not maintain the stare and closed his eyes into ecstasy.

“Now we’re not in the washroom, so you must tell me when you release so I can catch all of it with this towel.” John opened his eyes, and he was getting close. Her eyes glimmered. John could feel the blood rush all over him. His heart beat louder. Her delicious touch coursed with precision as she carefully quickened the pace. Her wet hands squeezed the long member and balls.

With the overwhelming desire to cum filling him and nothing else, he dared himself to stare at his beautiful face. He noticed that she was staring at his hard cock. Her pale face flushed slightly pink. Her mouth was somewhat open, soft panting. “Cum for me, baby.”

“I’m close, mom.” Although he referred to most of the older nuns by Mother, he had always slipped up and called Mother Sharon “mom,” but now he felt so mortified. She looked into his eyes and gave a small, warm smile.

“Cum for me, baby,” she repeated.

This, plus the eye contact, made him gasp, “I’m cumming.” He erupted like yesterday. His massive load sprayed widely, but with the towel, she was able to capture most of it.

“You are still so backed up. We really have to do this a lot more. Is that okay? Just until you’re better.” A warm sparkle in her eye. She massaged him a bit as she finished cleaning up all the cum.

“Yes,” he managed to gasp.

She embraced him. Kissed his forehead gently. “That’s my boy,” she whispered.