Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Go look under my pillow,” I instructed. “See what you find.”
Rising from her knees in the moonlight, Lilith obliged, giving me a glorious view of her bare ass as she did. “The things I’d like to do to that ass,” I murmured. “Would you ever want to try that?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Try… ass things?”
A small chuckle left my throat. “Yes, it’s fun, you might like it.”
“Are you ever going to tell me how a nun is so experienced? Or will you leave me to wonder and be jealous of whoever came before me?”
I leaned back on the bed. “Jealous, huh? Isn’t jealousy a sin?”
“Oh, hush,” she scolded gently, reaching under my pillow and pulling out my special item from Reverend Mother. “What is this?”
“It’s called a dildo.”
“What does it do?”
“Lots of things… for tonight… would you like to give it or receive it?”
Lilith weighed the toy in her palm, considering. “I want to see it used on you first… then you may surprise me with it sometime.”
“Unexpected blessings?” I asked, raising a coy eyebrow. “Okay then, come here.” With a quick shimmy up the narrow bed, I righted myself and rested my head on Lilith’s pillow. It smelled like her and warmed my chest. “Climb on top of me.”
Lilith got onto the bed, putting a knee on either side of my hips. “Now what?”
“Tell me how you smell of vanilla.”
She quirked a small smile, sitting back onto my lap. “Promise not to tell?”
“Of all we’ve done, angel, how you acquired your scent is surely safe with me.”
She giggled quietly. “A small vial of vanilla extract I stole from my church’s kitchen. I dab it on my wrists and neck daily. It makes me feel more… more…”
“It’s very you. I like it.”
“Thank you… I like you, Jezebella.”
“I am grateful for that… especially after our fight”
“I’m sorry for that. This is all so unexpected.”
Taking her wrist, I lined the dildo up with my opening before meeting her eyes. “Kiss me?”
Lilith leaned forward, keeping the toy where I’d positioned it.
Her kiss was more chaste than the moment portrayed, yet it was perfect in its own way.
I spread my legs beneath her, catching her tongue with mine.
“Put it in me. Move your hips with it and fuck me like the good little nun that you are.”
She broke our kiss for a moment to look down and watch as the tip of the dildo slipped inside.
A small groan pulled from my throat.
“Good sounds?” she asked in a worried tone.
I nodded. “Great sounds. Keep going. Deeper and then in and out. Use your own thrusts as a guide.”
“Okay,” she breathed, pushing the dildo in to the hilt and pulling it out a fraction. “You’re so beautiful… your pale skin against your dark hair… those painfully green eyes… it is so difficult being near you, Jezebella.”
Her confession surprised me, but I couldn’t respond with coherent words, only soft whimpers into her shoulder. Then, as I kissed her neck, she found her rhythm with her hips and thrusted into me while holding the toy.
“God,” I moaned. “That’s it. Just like that.”
“Yes,” she panted. “God, yes. Let it be so, Jezebella.”
That phrase again… somewhat familiar yet foreign all at once.
My gaze fell from her face, those parted lips, to the bounce of her breasts.
My touch glided from her waist to the softness of her hips, and I held on tight, following her thrusts.
“I’m going to come,” I confessed like a sinner in the wooden sanctuary booth.
“Give it to me,” she whispered. “I want them all.”
“God,” I groaned as my back arched in ecstasy.
My orgasm wrecked through me, my body convulsing with its waves of pleasure.
My fingers dug into the skin of her hips, rounding over her ass and squeezing hard.
As I whimpered through my release, my lips found her breasts again.
I caught a nipple between my lips and sucked lightly as stars blurred across my vision.
“I worship these,” I murmured in a sex-drunken haze.
“And this.” I squeezed her ass cheeks. “All of you.”
Lilith’s head dropped to my shoulder as she caught her breath, still connected by the toy and her grip around its base. “It will be sunrise soon. We should sleep.”
“Yes,” I agreed, my eyes already closed. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her to the side. “Stay with me.”
“What if someone finds us like this?”
“I’ve stumbled upon worse, trust me.”
“Sister Pandorian and Sister Delilyx?”
I cracked open one eye. “How’d you know about them?”
“Lucky guess—one that you just confirmed.”
Pulling her to my chest and bringing a blanket up over us, I let out a huff of a laugh. “You’re catching me in a precarious state of post-orgasmic bliss. My guard is down and you are taking advantage of my innocence.”
Lilith giggled then, nuzzling into my chest and wrapping her leg around me. “Your innocence is spilled all over my sheets, Sister Jezebella.”
A smile warmed my face as my eyes drifted closed. The weight of her in my arms and her warmth as she breathed next to me lulling me into a deep and satisfying slumber.
—
Delilyx’s voice trilled in my ear. “Hey, wake up.” Suddenly a swoosh of wind chilled my body as my blanket disappeared. “Oh, my gosh, you’re naked! Why are you naked?”
“Give me my blankie back,” I whined, reaching outward as I covered my face with the pillow.
“You don’t look half bad naked,” Delilyx said after a moment, and I could only sleepily half imagine her gaze breezing over me. “But that’s beside the point… for now… maybe we’ll revisit the topic later. Also, why are you in Sister Lilith’s bed? Wait… oh my gosh, did you—”
“Blankie,” I demanded, reaching out my hand. “Then interrogation.”
With a sigh, Delilyx tossed the blanket back over me and leaned against the chest of drawers with her bible tucked under her arm. “You and Lilith had sex, didn’t you? You know, sex before marriage is a sin.”
I pulled the pillow off my head and opened both eyes. “And what was whatever you and Pandorian were doing in the prayer closet during confession. Oh, right, scissoring. Is scissoring a sin?”
“No, actually, it’s not.”
“You double checked with god on that?”
“I did, and he said it’s fine.”
“Did he?”
“God loves lesbians.”
I chuckled despite myself. “What did you come in here for other than to see me naked?”
“I didn’t come in here to see you naked, that was just a perk.” She smiled. “Reverend Mother sent me because it’s noon and you didn’t show for breakfast or prayer.”
“Noon?” I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “Oh, no.”
“Yes, oh no. You’re lucky it was me that found you like this and not her.”
I stretched, the blanket falling to my hips. When I opened my eyes after a yawn, Delilyx was unabashedly staring at my chest.
Just then, the door opened. Sister Pandorian paused when she saw us. “What is—”
Delilyx answered, “I’m pulling her out of bed.”
“Nice tits, Jezebella.” Pandorian closed the door. “Though, tit admiration aside, why are you naked in Sister Lilith’s bed?”
“They had sex last night,” Sister Delilyx supplied. “For the first time.”
I threw my pillow at her. “I never said any of that.”
“It’s about time. I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner with how you swoon over her constantly.” Sister Pandorian took it upon herself to root through my wardrobe, pulling out my typical nunnery garb and tossing it onto the bed.
I tugged on my tunic, grumbling. “I do not swoon.”
“Big swooning happening all the time when she’s around,” Sister Delilyx confirmed. “But no matter, I have my bible back from the evil bat and all is well again.”
Sister Pandorian shook her head, smoothing out my head covering and helping secure it to my hair. “Thank you for helping her find it… thank Lilith, too, I suppose.”
“No problem. How’s Reverend Mother’s mood today?” I asked cautiously, not knowing how cross she’d be over me sleeping through breakfast.
Sister Pandorian lifted a shoulder. “Never can tell. Her hands were muddy, though, as she made Father Benedict’s tea this morning. She must have been up with the sun tending her garden.”
Delilyx tucked herself under Pandorian’s arm in a cute little hug. “She’s been gardening a lot lately. The missing Mr. Maison has the whole town on edge, asking for more prayers, wondering what it all means, if god is punishing us for our sins against him.”
Standing, I eased the wrinkles from my tunic. “Tragedy sure does mean double the work for us holy folk. It’s the only time anyone contemplates god, it seems.”
“Speaking of work,” Sister Pandorian said. “It’s Friday.”
I groaned, slipping on my shoes. “What’s the community meal tonight?”
“Pot roast and vegetables. The pots are already simmering, but because it’s not raining, and we expect more townsfolk than usual, Veilentine wants to serve the meals outside instead of inside.”
Delilyx straightened my head covering and picked a piece of lint from my shoulder. “Which means we need to haul everything outside and be ready for a lot of hungry, weary, prayerful parishioners this evening.”
“Perfect,” I grumbled. “I guess I’ll get started on setup. I know you two princesses won’t be hauling chairs outside.”
“Correct,” Delilyx chimed, pulling Pandorian’s arm. “We’ll see you out there.”
They excused themselves, and I stripped Lilith’s bedsheets and threw them in the laundry hamper.
Rifling through the closet, I grabbed a fresh stack when something rustled beneath a folded pillowcase.
A page… a letter of sorts… addressed to Lilith.
Looking around, I knew I shouldn’t open it, but curiosity got the better of me.
After tossing the fresh linens onto Lilith’s bed, I brought the letter to the window for light and unfolded it.
Two crumpled pages fell to the floor. When I picked them up, my mind was confounded with questions. Staring back at me were children’s drawings. Stick figures of two women, both with long yellow hair. Next to them were two tinier stick figures, a boy and a girl. In the background was a church.