The Good Sinner's Naughty Nun (7 page)

"If you watch me, you might accidentally know wicked pleasure from it. You must not become excited, Sister Vivienne, or else that makes you a sinner, too. There's no hope for me. For you there is."

Damn him and his ideas about keeping her free of blame. Was the man addled? Couldn't he see and feel how much she wanted him?

His eyes had become strangely opaque as he gazed at her. "Turn around then," he whispered. "On your hands and knees. I'll look at you that way." His lips moved stiffly over his teeth, as if he fought to keep from grinning. "Then you won't see what I do. You won't be tempted to touch yourself, Sister Vivienne. Even if you open your eyes by accident, you won't see."

She disobeyed before he could complete his warning, sliding a hand between her legs, rubbing herself, arching her back and sticking her lower body high in the air to be sure he saw. If he resisted this, she thought churlishly, the man was inhuman.

* * * *

Thierry choked on his own spittle as he drew a series of rapid, taut breaths, watching her fingers work expertly at the pink jewel nestled between the full lips of her pussy. Her first climax was almost instantaneous. He saw her tremble, heard her low groans, witnessed the tightening pulse in her thighs, cheeks and core where the pink nether lips tightened on her fingers. He shuffled close enough on his knees to see moisture form on her petals and her fingertips. His cock reacted in sympathy, spewing a bead of warning. It wouldn't be long before he came too, unless he proceeded carefully.

She was not done at that point. Now she drew her fingers over her slit with a slower movement. Her nether lips were glossy with intimate dew, the flesh roused and glowing, waiting for him. She panted and purred, writhing on his pallet, sticking her bottom in the air, showing off her cunt.

As he worked his cock slowly, not wanting to spend again too quickly, the tent flap lifted and Dominic looked in. Before the other man could speak, Thierry lifted a finger to his own lips and winked. Although he gestured for the soldier to enter, Dominic remained in the entrance, his scarred face reddening, fierce eyes pinned to Sister Vivienne's bared backside and pussy.

Thierry squeezed his cock gently and massaged his growing shaft. He shifted forward again on his knees, drawing ever closer to the pallet. Again he silently encouraged Dominic in, but the other man hung back, staring, his own breeches soon bulging in a shocked salute. Dominic was the cautious sort and regarded women on the whole with trepidation. The scar on his face made him look more fearsome than he was—a valuable asset in a fight, but it did him no favors with wenches who often shrank away in horror. Thierry was disappointed he couldn't tempt the other man in, but on the other hand, perhaps he'd enjoy this one alone. Another novelty.

He heard the hitch of her startled breath when his hand smacked against her arse cheek, but only a second later that same breath turned into a squeal of shock when he wrapped his arm tight around her hips, slammed his open mouth to her twitching pussy, and stabbed his tongue between her sopping wet labia. Grunting ferociously, he sucked the next orgasm—and the next—right out of her keening, shuddering body.

As she cursed at him for tricking her, Thierry laughed into her squeezing nether mouth and flicked his bold tongue rapidly inside her, delighting in his victory. He'd taken the little witch by surprise. Yes, now he knew she was a lying witch and not a nun. She struggled belatedly, and not very hard, to get away. But his arm was merciless around her hips and she could jerk and curse all she wanted, he would feast his fill. She could not even kick him from this pose, while he was between her knees. He had her right where he wanted her.

Serve her right for trying to fool him into believing her a nun. Letting him think she was out of bounds. Not now she wasn't. The moment he smelled that scent in her hair he should have realized. What nun would go to the trouble of scenting her hair? Why would she keep it long and so full? Surely that was a vanity. But not until she sat and watched him empty his seed, barely flinching at the sight, was he certain of this fraud.

He'd never been so relieved to discover a lie in his life.

Standing, he lifted her off the pallet, her upper body dangling over his arm as he continued supping from that sweet dish of honey. She must have grown dizzy with the blood rushing to her head, for her legs gave up their kicking and closed instead around his waist, ankles locked behind his back for more stability.

Suddenly he felt her hand on his cock. Her head still hanging upside down, her hair stroking his thighs with every sway, she directed the head of his phallus to her lips. Her tongue explored the sensitive underside, before she opened her mouth wider and sucked the crown between her soft, but firm lips.

He shuddered and then, with a feral cry smothered deep in the folds of her cunny, Thierry jettisoned his thick cream for the second time that evening, this time into Sister Vivienne's mouth for sure.

Chapter Six

"Nectar of the Gods." He laughed as she finally writhed free, falling on her belly across his pallet, orgasms still fluttering and dying within her. He slapped her rump hard and then she heard him say, "What did you want, Dominic?"

She had not known the other soldier was there. Gasping she moved to turn over, but the villainous letch Bonnenfant held her down with one strong hand on the small of her back while he calmly conferred on some business with his man. Vivienne was too preoccupied even to listen. He'd tricked her and now he was in control of the situation, exactly what she didn't want to happen. A tremor of anger ripped through her as he forcefully held her down. She did not like his rough-handling, but she could not deny the intense, bone-shaking pleasure he'd given her with his mouth moments before. In truth she did not know which emotion won out. She was hotter than a cauldron on a campfire, bubbling over with want to have him inside her. Hopefully, once she got that out of her system, she could put her mind to finding that key and getting on with her mission there.

"You will get
some
sleep tonight, I hope, my lord?" she heard Dominic mutter doubtfully.

"After the way you teased and tormented me this evening, wench? Making me think you a nun, so high above a rotten sinner like me? Untouchable?" His breath was hot on the nape of her neck as he swept her long hair aside. "I think not." In the next startled breath she heard cloth ripping, too smoothly to be by hand. He was cutting her gown off her. "Lie still," he grunted. "I wouldn't want you to feel a prick. Just yet."

"Who sent you to distract me, wench? Someone seeks to sabotage my mission. You may as well confess all and save yourself." Callused hands stroked her buttocks, parted them, squeezed them hard. "From the skill with which you bewitched me I can only assume you're a very expensive whore."

"No doubt you have familiarity with expensive whores," she muttered dryly.

He laughed, one long finger stroking her labia, sliding betwixt them, feeling for her wetness. She was surprised he hadn't drunk it all out of her. She'd never a known a man to go at it so greedily. "A fair amount," he admitted candidly." Although I never pay for it."

"Naturally."

He spanked her arse again and then she heard him ask Dominic to help him with his boots. So the other man had stayed to watch or participate. Excitement escalated. The other soldier was a big, strong fellow—the quiet type. Not so handsome as Bonnenfant, and considerably less enamored with himself, he hung back slightly and had to be coaxed forward again.

"Come, Dom. Don't be shy. She won't bite. Much."

Again, rough hands parted her arse cheeks.

She scowled, lifting up onto her elbows. "I don't do
that.
" She never allowed cock in her arse, although some men had wanted it. She always found ways to dissuade them from it and offer other treats instead.

"Really,
Sister
Vivienne, you surprise me."

She jumped when she felt his wet fingertip prying. Of course he wouldn't listen to her, would he? She squeezed her muscles around his determined finger and he swore. Abruptly a broad cock head breached her pussy entrance. She closed her eyes, inhaling the startled gasp of pleasure.

Vivienne pushed back with her hips, merrily impaling herself further on his broadsword, but he jerked away, half sliding out of her, and she mewled in protest. He laughed and rammed back in, filling her again, his heavy balls smacking against her swollen, heated labia. Naturally, she thought crossly, it had to be in his control, at his pace. Again he surged forward. Crying out, she clung to the far edge of the pallet and rested her brow on the fur blanket while he proceeded to claim her body with a ruthless pounding fuck such as she'd never had. Through it all he kept his finger in her anus and when he wriggled it artfully, pushing deeper into unexplored territory, a jolt of scalding delight jagged down to the most sensitive part of her cunny. It held her transfixed, shook the breath out of her in a long scream and then she exploded, grinding on his cock, climaxing so hard that her world vanished. Reality disappeared in a flash of white lightening.

* * * *

Damn she was good. Tight as a second skin over his dick and hungry for it, her cunt massaging him with deliberate strokes, almost begging for his seed to be emptied deep inside her. He was amazed at how rapidly his peak closed in again. No stranger to lengthy sessions in bed, even he had never finished three times in half an hour. He'd almost forgotten Dominic's presence, until the other man drew closer and ran a big, shy, fumbling hand through her hair. Teeth gritted, Thierry slowed his thrust, making certain she enjoyed every kiss of his pulsating shaft inside her lovely pussy.

"I think Dominic needs his cock tended to," he managed, his breath shallow and quick. After all, he had invited the man to stay, it wouldn't be sporting to leave him out in the cold.

She raised her head and looked over her shoulder as far as she could. Her dark eyes gleamed wickedly, fixed on the other man's rigid erection.

"Tend him too and we might forgive you for lying to us." He winked at Dominic, who ambled around the pallet, still uncertain, but clearly interested, holding the root of his thick member.

Once he ventured near enough, she grabbed the cock in one hand, stroking until those veins swelled further, drawn to attention.

Thierry suddenly hoped she wasn't comparing sizes. He knew his cock was much more than adequate and he'd never before felt the slightest jealousy over any other man's dimensions or skill in bed. Had no reason to. Tonight, for some reason, as he watched this woman suck Dominic's prick, saw the other man's head go back, his gaze lifted upward in bliss, it made him unsettled. He quickened his thrusts again, grabbing her bottom to hold it steady. The harder he fucked her, the quicker and louder Dominic's groans became. Sweat gleamed on her spine and the air thickened with the heat of passion. He watched Dom's big hands cup her head, the thick fingers tangled through her dark hair. Thierry slowed his pace, sensing how close he was to firing his own arrow. Her pussy squeezed and pulled on him, that glorious softness holding him nestled deep, reluctant to let him leave. Withdrawing his cock, he quickly gathered the early dew from his tip and used it to moisten the tiny, clenched hole between her arse cheeks.

Aha! Now she was obliged to take her mouth from the other man's tool, long enough to remind him again that she didn't "do" that. Frankly, he was glad she hadn't allowed it with anyone else. Must be something to do with the nun's costume she wore, he mused. It made him want to think of her as a virgin, saved for him alone.

Well, one part of her, at least, was for him alone it seemed.

As he pressed his finger further, her muscles relaxed a little, letting him in slowly. Just as she was poised to take Dominic's blushing manhood in her mouth again, Thierry added a second finger to her anus, making her yelp and complain, leaving the other man's prick to bob freely and unattended before her face. But, even as she protested faintly, her pussy flexed around his cock; her juice flowed, dripping to his sac. His stiff pubic hair rubbed against her and became wet. He leaned over and kissed her spine, then her lavender scented hair. Excitement thudded through his body, thickened his pulse. He felt it beating even in the soles of his feet. But he didn't want to spend again yet.

"Be a good wench, Sister Vivienne, and I won't tell the king that you tried to steal from his chest of holy relics."

He pulled out of her sheath and motioned for Dominic to take his turn kneeling behind her. Even as he moved aside to make room, he pondered another momentary doubt, not certain he wanted to share. Too late now, the other man's cock was sliding in, wasting no time. He watched that broad, thick cock reaming her pussy with solid strokes and heard her moans deepen. Two fingers still embedded between her sweet buttocks, he reached his other hand beneath her, and drew his fingertips over her downy mound, as Dominic filled it. This naughty nun was afire, enjoying all the attention, her body streaked with perspiration. He caressed her belly and up to her breasts, circling her areolas with one gentle finger, barely brushing her skin but just enough. As Dominic began to thrust harder and faster, her tits jostled, the nipples two crimson berries, ripe for sucking. Thierry stooped and ran his tongue over the nearest bud.