Your Graceful Grace Ch. 07-08

Literotic asexstories – Your Graceful Grace Ch. 07-08 by Lechedeamor1312,Lechedeamor1312 Chapter 07

After a long journey, the traveling band finally laid their eyes upon the Holy See and the glorious high gates of the Vatican. They were treated to a warm welcome by fellow knights and various clergy members and scholars. John was amazed to find out he was already well-known among the knights and some clergy. Sir Gabriel and Sir Raphael had spread an exaggerated tale of how a brave commoner stood alone against a barbarian horde who was going to rape every nun in the small town. Slowly, the tale twisted to the point that John fought alongside the paladins and killed many.

John’s ears burned. He was not used to this fame, especially as he felt it was unearned. The wine shared put him at ease, and they ate merrily. Later, John and Viola were led to their new living quarters. As esteemed guests, they stayed inside the inner high walls of the Vatican. Two separate rooms adjacent to each other small but cozy. Nicer than anything either of them had ever experienced.

The Pope had abruptly left the day before their arrival. He was to coronate the new King of the Holy Empire after visiting nobles and lords from the Kingdom. Many of the people there let John know just how displeased they were with the new King. According to many, the late King Wenzel had been like a Greek god compared to his son, who was likened to a drunken satyr, only focused on frivolous pursuits.

The large wall in one of the main halls had a massive royal court painting of King Wenzel and his first wife, Queen Helen. She was the most beautiful woman John had ever seen. She had a slight resemblance to Mother Sharon, and even Viola agreed. Except, instead of long black hair like Sharon, she had wavy, layered golden hair. John didn’t know why such a deep pang ran through him as he lamented he would never get a chance to meet her.

John quickly fell into a routine as the Pope would be gone for at least a month. Under the orders of Sir Micheal, the most senior ranking paladin, he would wake early and train with the group of squires Sir Raphael was training. Even without formal training, John had been raised similarly to how pages trained: basic horse riding, physical fitness, and primary sword usage. Although older than most squires, John quickly realized his gaps in armor handling, advanced weaponry, and the strenuous cardio and calisthenics all the young squires were used to.

Even with their budding friendship, Sir Raphael did not take it easy on John. Although he struggled, John was determined not to give up. He knew he must get stronger so he would never feel so helpless as he did that fateful night of the attack. John felt frustrated with his lack of progress, but before long, Sir Micheal commended him for showing dedication in the face of adversity. Although he stayed busy, John couldn’t help but think about and reminisce about his time with Sharon.

After lunch, he would ride to Sapienza University, the most prestigious university in the entire empire. Under the Pope’s orders, the famous senior professor Leto took him under his wing. Professor Leto was impressed by John’s knowledge and completion of Trivium (basic education) and his ongoing study of Quadrivium (maths and astronomy.) They excitedly discussed the newly rediscovered works of antiquity as well as contemporary scholarship.

John was surprised that some of the most accomplished science professors were Arabic and Hebrew. Professor Leto laughed when John pointed this out, “Yes, while at large the big three religions tend to fight quite violently, science and enlightenment detest violence and senseless wars.”

Professor Leto allowed him to attend history and literature seminars, and although John had yet to read as much as the other students, he still raptly paid attention and took notes. Professor Leo also insisted adamantly that John attend every course covering the histories of the Holy Empire. He would constantly quiz him on the Kings and their lineages.

John didn’t care too much for old names, but he felt he should learn this based on Leto’s emphasis on this knowledge. He learned many names and dates all the way to the current King. He spent hours talking about the meditations of Marcus Aurelius. They also discussed the kings of the bible and their reign, their downfall, and the lust of King David.

After classes, he would spend hours and hours in the university library. John quickly became enraptured by the ancient writings and histories.

Although he would return late from university, Viola always waited for him to eat dinner with him. He was filled with stories about his day, and she listened attentively. Even though she wished he would spend more time with her, she had become busy learning from the women who ran everything in the Vatican. She established a relationship with a prestigious mystic who told her that she and John were destined for greatness. She allowed Viola to shadow her as she went about cooking, brewing, healing, and divining.

They would retire very late in the evening to their rooms. The first few nights, they didn’t dare go to each other’s rooms, thinking about how sinful their lust contrasted with how holy this place was. Slowly but surely, as their desire grew, so did their audacity. They were almost sure someone would reprimand them, but they were pleasantly surprised that no one seemed to pay close attention to them in the evening. In fact, lady servants would tease Viola about John. Finally, when they decide to risk it, Viola is caught by a nun slipping into John’s room. Instead of saying anything, the nun winked and gave her a knowing smile.

That night was the night before the Pope returned, and they decided to go ahead and spend the night with each other. John slowly undid her night dress, drinking in her sight.

Her glorious red hair was laid out around her. Her milky body was flushed with a faint pink. He began to slowly kiss every inch of her. His arousal led him to her center. He slowly kissed her thighs.

He flattened his tongue out when he reached her fiery red patch and breathed heavily. He carefully put pressure around her vagina. He gathered his spit and slathered it liberally. His thighs clenched as his tongue explored deeper onward. His chin pushed down on her base. Her soft moans slowly became more intense. Her thighs clamped down, and she ran her hands through his hair down his neck and shoulders.

As he slipped in a finger, he could feel her pussy contracting. After a while, a gush of juice splashed his hands on his face. He continued to eat undisturbed by her flooding. The taste turned him on. His cock became engorged.

They lay in each other’s embrace and held themselves when they were done. They considered just how lucky they were to be together and in a place that provided much learning and exposure to new ideas and other perspectives. He asked her again about Sharon. Again, she evaded him and, while he could pursue, decided not to press it.

The following morning, the Vatican was abuzz with movement, getting everything just right for him. They heard that the Pope was quite upset. King Charlemagne did not show up to his own coronation. The Pope was outraged and left in a fury, but not before letting his court receive an earful and explain that a divine response was awaited. After morning mass, the two were led to meet with the Pope. They waited in his waiting room for quite some time. Occasionally, they could hear muffled voices that sounded far but seemed to be discussing and arguing things at length.

“John,” the secretary said, “the Pope would like to see you first.”

John entered. Whoever had been there meeting with him must’ve left through doors he could not find. The office was large and spacious, and two wooden chairs were in front of the large desk. John swiftly used the proper salutations and paid his respects. He bowed low and only got up once the Pope mentioned and told him to have a seat. The Pope began with a small talk about how he was doing and how the trip went. The night of the attack. Looking at his scars, the Pope murmured to himself, “like stigmata.” And later, “marked for greatness.”

He asked John in detail about the attack. “So brave and so humble. Do you know the paladins have spread your story of how brave you are as a lion? They call you John the brave.” John had heard this name; he didn’t think anything of it and, in fact, felt it wasn’t true. The Pope’s demeanor changed.

“Do you believe in God?” John couldn’t believe the question by the Pope, but looking at his face, he was deathly serious.

“I’ve been raised in His name, Your Holiness.”

“That’s not what I’ve asked? Do you believe in God, boy?”

“Yes, Your Holiness.”

“Do you believe He makes mistakes?”

“No, Your Holiness.”

The Pope then told him a story about a boy. Prince Wenzel. Taken away from the Kingdom about how, by divine Providence, the Pope guided the child to safety to be safely hidden from the evil world and raised now to take his rightful place.

“Do you believe God has plans for this boy?”

John answered in slight confusion. “Yes, He doesn’t make mistakes, and He has a plan as he controls all.”

Satisfied, the Pope smiled. He began to tell John that this boy was him. John couldn’t believe it, but after much protesting, he said, “John, I’ve heard much from those around you. You’re young and still have much to learn, but this Kingdom needs you. You need to ascend to your rightful place. I would’ve liked to wait until you finish your higher studies, but the Kingdom quickly succumbs to godlessness and outside influence. The enemies of the Far East are prepared to strike. The tartar hordes ride swiftly, spreading a black shadow of death. A rightful heir will reunite all the great houses. God has shown that this must be carried out.”

John felt dizzy. As all of this settled in his mind, he buzzed with questions. “How will I do this? I know nothing about the ruling. How do I know the people will follow me as their King? Will the armies feel inspired by a nobody? I’m just a boy who will help me?”

“Come with me, boy.” The Pope led him back to the Grand Hall of the Great Cathedral. John was astonished it was filled with clergy, noblemen, and Knights Templars. All 21 of the paladins were in the front with their full-bright armor. Viola was also seated near the front next to Mother Superior and her assistant, Circe. They all bowed when the Pope led him to the front near his seat and alter.

John turned and bowed to the Pope. The Pope stopped him from bowing to him and led him to the altar. John kneeled low. The Pope grabbed a sacred-looking vial of oil, and a powerful voice spoke in old verse, then again in the common tongue, “All Mighty God, bless this oil, that it may be a symbol of your divine favor.”

He moved closer to John and anointed his head with oil, “With this holy oil I anoint thee, Prince Wenzel the Brave, chosen by our holy Father God, to be sovereign of the holy empire. When your time comes, may you rule with wisdom, justice, mercy, and unwavering faith in The Almighty.”

A thunderous applause roared through the cathedral. Women, including Viola, wept profusely. The thunderous roar formed into chants of “Long live the king.” And then “King John, The Lion of Sharon.” He felt her absence profusely. Surrounded by so much admiration and love, he still managed to feel alone.

Chapter 08

John realized now that many miraculous, fortunate things had happened because of the Pope and his desire to have him ascend the throne. For decades, the church had been losing power and influence. For a while, as the empire grew in power and size, the Vatican inversely lost power and funding. John had studied all this and knew immediately that while his good fortune was from the Pope, he would now be expected to express his gratitude by taking the throne and using his new power and status to elevate the church and the Pope.

The Pope, desperate to get going, had to be advised by his council to allow John to continue his training and studies while they continued to unite more horses to their cause. It would not look good if the Pope used his Templar knights to lead a violent cue, and while John had legitimate claims, they would know the Pope was pulling strings.

So the Pope finally conceded they would spread the word far and wide. The Pope would continue to appeal to nobles and lords to grow his coalition. Meanwhile, John continued his studies and began to set up his personal council.

John convinced Sir Michael, leader of the paladins, to appeal to the Pope and let him continue his training with Sir Raphael. In a few short weeks, he felt and looked stronger. A new confidence and assurance in himself grew as well.

When forming his council, the Pope forbid Mother Sharon from joining. Mother Superior said she was under investigation but would not elaborate more. John complained to Viola, and she tried her best to convince him to drop it. Viola finally broke down when he pushed without relenting and confessed that the Vatican was investigating Mother Sharon for her relationship with John.

“That doesn’t make sense,” confusion with a shimmer of fury in John’s voice made Viola cower in silence. “How did they find out?” Silence. “How!?”

He had never raised his voice to her like this. She had always treated him like a little brother. But now she took in his full stature. His maturing features made his face seem hard. His body, growing in muscle mass, towering over her.

“I can’t believe it,” he said.

“It wasn’t all my fault?!”

“How?”

“She was careless. You all were too obvious.”

“Lies!”

“Ask Mother Superior?”

“Ask her what?”

“About all the reports… Multiple sisters said they saw you whispering together, visiting each other’s rooms. On more than one occasion, nuns complained about bitter smells from her at times. Now that I’ve had sex with you, I know it was her own wetness combined with your seed.” Viola reddened as she continued, “They couldn’t prove anything, but some nuns suspected and reported.”

“Suspected, but you confirmed it for them when I told you.” John stomped away. Viola began to sob softly.

John was torn up about the fact that Viola had betrayed his trust. He knew he had not been perfect either, but this felt beyond. It sickened him. Also, he felt guilty about Sharon. Why had he pushed her to continue? Why didn’t he stand up to temptation? He reverted back to when he was young. He knew what he had to do. John went the following day to the Pope, “Father, I have a confession.”

“I don’t hear confessions as much as I used to, but for the future King, of course I can.”

They went to the main chapel, and the bishops bowed out when the Pope signaled them for privacy. Sitting in the confession booth, he began, “Tell me what troubles you, my son.”

“Forgive me, Father, I don’t know where to begin. I’ve had a lot of guilt and anguish.”

John took a deep breath and told the Pope about the fight with sister Viola and his concern with Mother Sharon. The Pope prodded him, “You can tell me anything, son. God already knows all, and He is ready for you to confess so He may bless you with a long and glorious reign.”

John, still unsure, began to tell him about being raised by mother Sharon and seeing her as his mother. He then spoke about how, due to his injuries, she began to help him. The Pope was extremely quiet. But with a shortened breath, he asked John to explain himself.

Begrudgingly, John began to detail the first time Sharon bathed him, and each time he tried to cut the story short, the Pope excitedly would ask follow-up questions. John told him the full details, the extent of everything that went on, and all they had done together over the months. The Pope was breathing heavily at the end.

“My boy… My son… God bless you.”

John was confused. He was wracked with guilt and was sure the Pope was repulsed by him. The Pope then asked, “And what about knowing her? Knowing her carnally?”

“What?! No, Father, never that transgression.”

“Why not?”

“Uhh”

“Surely you both want to? Why hasn’t it happened yet?”

“Even if I did, Mother Superior is investigating her and working to keep us separated.”

“That Godless wench Agatha.”

John had never heard Mother Superior called by her first name or the furious tone in the Pope’s voice. He heard the Pope leaving the booth and coming around to open John’s door.

“Today, I rectify this! You must have your mother in your council!” The Pope said. His eyes looked wild, and he gasped, trying to catch his breath. His face was beet red.

“Father, are you okay?”

“Go now, boy, you have my blessing. I place my best paladins in your command. Send them with holy swiftness to bring her to you here! Go, I’ll be fine. Call in my attendants.”

John did as told confusedly, but an elation settled in. He was going to see Sharon soon!

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The paladins rode swiftly. In less than a week, he was reunited with Sharon. She wept as they embraced. The small crowd welcoming her cheered. Under a full moon, they celebrated her arrival and were welcomed.

The Pope rebuked the Mother Superior and sent her back to the convent. Mother Sharon was to take the Mother Superior’s place on John’s council as head advisor. The Pope also arranged for John to move to a large villa with an extra bedroom where Mother Sharon would stay.

Mother Sharon went to the bathhouse first, and when she returned, she quickly changed into a silk nightgown. The Pope had ensured her closet was filled with the finest garments, some from the Far East finer than anything they had seen. It was too small for her full figure. Her breasts bulged out. Her milky, thick thighs squeezed together as she walked towards him. They knew they wanted to catch up on what had happened, but their desire burned stronger.

“Do you like what you see… Your grace?” She tried out his new title. John was stunned by her glorious sight and couldn’t respond. The small window let in light from the moon, which seemed fuller and brighter, and her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. He wanted to assure her that he would always be her boy. But he had to let his hands respond for him. He approached her, held her chin softly, and breathed his response into her mouth.

They embraced each other, and they kissed each other hungrily. John slipped his tongue in hungrily, lapping the inside of her of her mouth forcefully. She moaned as he embraced her body with his strong hands. They moved with a confidence she didn’t expect but welcomed. It had been almost two months since they had seen each other, and their bodies trembled eagerly.

He explored her thick ass and thighs with his strong hands. His touch sent pleasure signals all over her body. She moaned and purred in pleasure. Panting heavily, she pulled away enough to say, “I’ve waited so long for this.”

She led him to the bed, pushed him back, and fell to her knees. She tore off his pants and, with no lead-up or teasing, deep-throat his strong member. She forced her throat open and inhaled his cock deeply. Her eager wet throat massaged his dick, sending shivers up his body. John’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he moaned loudly. His sounds of enjoyment quickened her lust and made her flood his cock with saliva.

“Oh, Mommy, that feels so good!” He looked down at her, and as her mouth was buried deep into his cock she smiled pleased. “You look so beautiful taking that cock so deep.”

She purred with pleasure at his admiration. She paused to admire his dick. It was swollen, the head a grotesque purple was seeping precum; the smell and taste intoxicated her.

“I see you groomed yourself. I like it,” she said, inspecting his cock and balls. He had shaved his cock shaft and trimmed the rest of his pubes short and neat.

John, already red with lust, reddened more, blushing, “The knights said this is what gentlemen do for their ladies.”

“That’s nice. It’s much easier for me to do this,” she said. And with that, she gobbled his entire shaft again. As he reached deep into her throat, her tongue flitted around the base of his cock and balls. He was on the brink and had to pull back.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” With that, he picked her up off the floor and quickly, carefully laid her in bed. He tore off her nightgown and hungrily shoved into her mouth with his hungry tongue. Her mouth tasted like his precum; it was salty and bitter. This only made him hungrier. He slowly made his way down, stopping by each of her breasts to fondle, tongue, tug, suck, and twist. The sensations built up as her moans of ecstasy filled the room.

To her surprise, he continued to kiss and lick his way down her body lustfully. Bites on the way down marked her as his. He positioned himself between her legs and moved them so they were bent and made her pussy exposed. He pulled her by her thighs, scooting her ass closer to his face. He kissed and bit her inner thighs. She moaned with pleasure as her wet pussy swelled and began to soak the bed.

John immediately noticed that her love nectar was much different than Viola’s. It was more mature, rank, and robust. It drove him insane as he slurped her entrance and tasted her juice for the first time. Electricity coursed from his taste buds to the rest of his body. His cock, which was impossibly hard, swelled more with anticipation. Her moans became loud. As he hungrily pushed further in with his tongue, her pussy swelled red hot. The juice flowed as he thrust into her pussy with his tongue.

Sharon moaned loudly. “Wait Wait!”

“What?! Did I do something wrong?” John pulled away, his face soaked from her juices.

“Sorry,” she panted heavily.

John looked down at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. His gorgeous, thick mother was completely naked. Bathed by the full moon, her cheeks were rosy, her face flushed, perspiring, her giant tits swelling, her nipples hard and very erect. Her quivering pussy that was quickly flooding the part of the bed she was on.

“I wasn’t thinking right,” she said. John, puzzled, stayed staring, completely mesmerized.

She showed him her hand. She grabbed the small silver ring on her left hand. The one she had put when taking her vows to marry her to the Lord. She took it off and let it fall to the ground. The ring hit heavy and rolled out of sight.

“I’m no longer married to Him. Since I first helped you in the tub, I knew I wanted this. I’ve waited so long, and now you’re finally mine.”

John did not address her bold action. He knew she took the vows seriously, and this was a grave act. But at this moment nothing felt more right. The air charged with electricity as she settled back down. She bent her knees and opened her legs. She scooted her sizeable round ass closer to him.

“Take me, John. Take your mother. Take me, my son.” With one more passionate kiss, John lowered his cock onto her entrance. The thick member slipped up and down on her plump doors.

“Do you want it?”

“Ohh, yes, John, please.”

“There’s no going back from this.”

“Please, I need it.”

“Is this what you need?”

No sooner had he finished those words before John took the leap of faith. His thick cock head slipped into her. Frozen with pleasure, he drank in the sensation of her pussy gripping his head.

Impatient and soaking, she scooted her pussy to take his cock deeper. She was so soaking wet that it slipped, hitting a deep mark in her. Her throbbing G-spot massaged his cock. John could not believe how incredibly tight it was. It was so tight when he hit the back of her pussy she held him in a death grip. Her pussy trembled powerfully. He felt his balls and pubes immediately get soaked. She moaned loudly into his ears. It took everything in him not to cum that very instant.

“Oh, John.” She repeatedly moaned over and over again. When her orgasm passed, he started to pump slowly into her. Her face writhed with pleasure. He kissed her hungrily. His thrusts met their mark, and each time, a small yelp escaped her. John thought it might be hurting her as her pussy only seemed to be increasing in tightness despite her waterworks.

“Are you okay?” He asked with concern in his voice. He sat back, kneeling so her juice pushed out his cock. At this angle, his giant cock forcefully slid against her throbbing G-spot. He used his hands to rub his cock head on her pussy. He messaged her swollen pussy lips around his cock with his fingers. Her pussy quivered as a steady trickle from her soaked him once more.

“Yes, I’m fine, please please don’t stop.”

“But uhh…”

She laughed a bit and guided him to his back. “Let your mother take control.”

She kissed and sucked his cock soaked in her juices. She savored herself, and his precum grew strong and rank. She then kissed him again and straddled him. She lowered herself onto him. Her incredibly tight pussy swallowed his cock. When she reached his base, she shivered and shook as she got wet again. She started riding him softly at first. She looked so beautiful, her tits swaying up and down. Her face was full of pleasure. And the soft moans and the soft claps of her slamming into him filled the room. John grasped onto her stomach and back to support her riding motion. He helped her go further up until her pussy was at the tip of his cock and allowed her to slide back down. He was also trying to get her to slow down. He needed to savor this.

She knew he was close. And said, “Don’t cum just yet. I want to ride a little more. I don’t want you cumming inside me.”

John was frozen with terror. He knew his massive load was mounting. She smiled widely as she quickened her pace. “Just hold on, baby, just a little.”

John weakly tried to move her off him. She grabbed both his arms and pinned them to the bed by his head. Her face inches from him, she threw her ass up and down on his hard cock, the imminent explosion starting to ignite from his balls.

She kissed him as her orgasm tore through her body. She flooded him, and the pressure on his dick deep inside coincided with his eruption. Their juices met inside her and then flooded out forcefully. As his cock was forcibly removed, his pumps sent ropes exploding high into the air. It splashed on her body, the bed, and the wall. Still flooding, Sharon positioned her pussy again and took his cock in deep. He pumped and pumped, filling her up–the warm feeling of being filled caressing every nerve in her body. His loads were always impressive, but this was overload; his seed seemed everywhere.

John, still panicking, tried to remove himself from the situation. Sharon, her face wet with tears, was still shuddering, moaning, and gasping and finally managed to say. “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby; your seed in me feels great. Mommy did really want it.”

“But what about…?”

“It’s okay. I can’t have babies. Once I lost my stillborn so many years ago, the nuns who helped me said I would never be able to be with child again.”

“Then why did?!”

“Because you should’ve seen the look on your face. It was so cute I couldn’t help myself.” She said. Collapsing into him, she hungrily kissed and kissed him again. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to scare you. Look on the bright side, you get to cum in me as much as you want.”

John’s eyes widened, and he tried to respond, but words no longer seemed to work.

“This was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I feel like I’ve been looking for this one feeling all my life.”

She tenderly and softly kissed him. John knew no matter what happened, this was his safe place. This is where he belonged. He looked around, trying to seal this perfect moonlit scene into memory. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”