Winter Spire: Tiny Temptation

by Anya Merchant

  Felix heard footsteps behind him as soon as he’d stripped his boxers off, and a vaguely chill sensation crept up the hairs on his neck. He turned around, standing naked in the locker room, to see the balding, wrinkled figure of Mayor Senhaji standing behind him.

  “Hello, Felix.” The Mayor smiled at him. “Nice day for a swim, isn’t it?”

  Felix hesitated, biting back his initial fight or flight reaction. He hadn’t interacted directly with the Mayor, directly with Jesamar, since arriving back in North Spire. He could tell just from looking at her face, at the Mayor’s face, that she already knew that her disguise was compromised.

  “Jesamar,” he said, his voice tense. “Is this really how you want to play this? The pool is within shouting distance; your disguise will fall to shreds if you attack me here.”

  The Mayor smiled, and the old face began to smooth out, replaced by flawless pale skin. Hair faded into existence where there had been none, jet black and straight, falling across her shoulders. Jesamar’s lips and eyes were a matching deep shade of purple. She was attractive, though it frustrated Felix to acknowledge.

  Her body was a mix of slim waist and curved bust, attractive, but clearly designed. Felix had no way of knowing what she truly looked like, if the form she wore was her original, if she was even a woman or a human to begin with. But she looked good, as much praise as that could be when given to a shapeshifting witch.

  And she was also very, very naked, just as he was. Felix set his jaw and tried to keep himself from feeling excitement even as he kept his eyes on her. She took a step forward, and then another, entering Felix’s sphere of physical awareness, standing close enough for something to happen.

  “Attack you?” Jesamar flashed a wicked smile. “I merely came in to say hello.”

  “Well then, hello,” said Felix. “And goodbye. I really must be going.”

  He reached down and picked up the swimming trunks Stella had given him. A single empty potion vial sat in one of the pockets, slipped in so that he could take the sample from the pool.

  “Put those down,” said Jesamar.

  Felix hesitated. There was power in her words, magical suggestion, or maybe just raw, feminine confidence.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “So we can talk, for a bit,” she said, smiling. “There’s nobody else here. It’s just me… and you.”

  She took another step forward, leaving only a space of a couple of inches between them. Her lips were luscious and pouty. A thin strip of jet black pubic hair ran an inch or two up along her crotch, perfectly manicured through the power of her magic.

  “There isn’t much for us to talk about,” said Felix. “You aren’t going to get away with what you’ve done.”

  “Oh?” There was a hint of amusement in Jesamar’s voice. “Are you going to teach me my lesson?”

  Felix tried to take a step back and felt his shoulders press into the cold metal of the locker door behind him. Jesamar licked her lips and pushed forward, letting her breasts push against Felix’s chest.

  “Stop it,” he muttered.

  “Why should I?” she cooed. “I think the two of us have so much to talk about.”

  She curled her fingers around Felix’s cock. He felt it hardening under her touch. Jesamar let out an evil sounding giggle and let her breath tickle his neck.

  “You could join me,” she whispered. “Come over to the dark side. Emphasis on… come.”

  She gave his cock a squeeze. Felix pushed forward, trying to put some space between them, but Jesamar pressed against him with surprising strength. She let her body move, undulating against him. It felt insanely good, though Felix tried to deny the pleasure with every ounce of his will.

  “Let’s let out bodies talk some more about it,” said Jesamar. “They can have a long, hard talk. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

  She stroked his cock with slow, soft movements. Felix did everything he could to focus and break away, but it just wasn’t happening. And then footsteps came from just beyond the doorway.

  Jesamar pulled away from him in a blur of movement, snapping back into the form of Mayor Senhaji. Felix could only stare there, too stunned by the situation and its abrupt end to move.

  Shane walked into the locker room. He took a single look at Felix and then cringed back.

  “Jesus, man!” he said. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

  “This, uh, isn’t what it looks like,” said Felix. He looked toward where Jesamar had been, but the shapeshifter had slipped around a row of lockers.

  “Well, whatever it is, you should put something on,” said Shane. “And probably leave that kind of thing for the bathroom. Like, one where you can shut the door, you fucking perv.”

  Felix glared at him even as he felt his mouth twisting into a grin. It was a good thing Shane had been the one to stumble upon them, and not anyone else.

  CHAPTER 8

  Felix changed into his swim trunks and left the locker rooms with Shane next to him. He was safe as long as he wasn’t alone. Jesamar wouldn’t move against him if it was in a situation that would compromise her identity.

  Catherine was lounging in the water on the shallow side, and smiled and waved when she saw Felix on his way over. Shane split off his own way, and Felix lowered himself to a crouch at the edge of the pool, smiling at a nun in a bikini.

  “Is the water warm enough?” he asked.

  Catherine winked at him and then slapped a hand across the surface, showering him with droplets. It was pretty warm, but that didn’t stop Felix’s innate reaction, causing him to flinch backward.

  “Hey!” he said.

  “You asked,” said Sister Catherine, laughing. She leaned backward and let her body float. Her breasts moved fluidly, almost hypnotically, and Felix decided that he should get into water sooner, rather than later.

  The first thing he took care of, with very discrete motions, was getting the water sample for Stella. It was hard for him to imagine how it would help, and he tried not to imagine which fluids were in the water and at what percentages.

  Sister Catherine surfaced next to him, whipping her head and hair back, mermaid style. She grinned at Felix and made a noise and then moved to dive in again. Felix shot his hand out and grabbed her wrist before he could.

  “Uh, you know, I think I’m about done swimming for today,” he said.

  She gave him a strange look.

  “You haven’t even been in the water for five minutes yet,” she said.

  “I know,” said Felix. “But… I just keep thinking about what you said about the good book. I’d love to go talk to you about it.”

  Sister Catherine stared at him blankly, blinking a few times. She shrugged.

  “Alright,” she said. “I guess I can always come back later today if I feel like it.”

  Felix didn’t bother to change back out of his swim trunks, throwing a shirt on and hoping that he wouldn’t have to go into any cold rooms in the near future. Sister Catherine walked by his side, and the two retraced their steps back up to her apartment.

  “Well, come on in,” said Sister Catherine. “It’s not much, but of course, I don’t need much.”

  The apartment was about half the size of Stella’s and similar in setup except with one less bedroom and a smaller living room and kitchen. Sister Catherine disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to change into something more appropriate. Felix scanned over the living room, half hoping that he might be able to find what he needed without doing anything special.

  Catherine came back out wearing jeans and a somewhat formless sweater. She had a copy of the Bible under one arm, and smiled at Felix as she set it down on the kitchen table.

  “There,” she said. “Are you ready to get started?”

  “Actually, my stomach is suddenly killing me,” said Felix. “Do you mind if I…?”

  He nodded toward the bathroom. Sister Catherine nodded back at him.

  “Oh, yes, of course,” she said. “Let me know if you ne
ed anything.”

  A small twinge of guilt struck him as he walked across the room. All he was doing was taking a pair of her underwear. There was no harm in that, he told himself. She probably wouldn’t even notice that they were gone.

  Felix closed the door behind him and found himself in a bathroom that looked identical to Stella’s, save for a few malleable details. The clothes hamper next to the sink, for one. He crouched over it and began searching through the clothes.

  He found himself a little surprised, again, at the varieties of clothing that Sister Catherine wore. There were tank tops, low cut shirts, leggings, and a few other things that Felix never would have imagined a nun to wear in the real world.

  It took him longer than expected to find what he was looking for. A pair of red panties sat at the bottom of the hamper, standing out against the rest of the clothing and looking vaguely dangerous. He felt a small jolt of excitement as his fingers made contact with them, feeling the silk of the fabric. He had them in his hands and was examining them when the door swung open.

  “Felix? Are you…?”

  Sister Catherine stood in the doorway, her eyes locked onto Felix and what he held in his hand. He slowly turned to face her, feeling his cheeks burn and turn a color red that must have been a match for the panties.

  “This… isn’t what it looks like,” he said, feeling a stab of déjà vu.

  “You… those are my panties!” Sister Catherine’s mouth was slacked open a little bit. One of her hands had gone to her chest, and she held it there as though her heart would fall out if she let it slip.

  “Uh, yes, technically they are,” said Felix. “I was actually… like… looking for something.”

  He fumbled for a better excuse, but there wasn’t one, and he knew he wouldn’t think of one as hard as he tried. He couldn’t tell her the truth, either. Felix figured a nun would probably have a healthy dose of skepticism when it came to the reality of “pagan” magic.

  “Were you… going to do something, with them?” asked Sister Catherine. Her voice came out as just a whisper.

  “Yeah,” said Felix. He said the word without thinking, hoping that a little honesty might be able to save the day. It wasn’t until the word had actually left his mouth that he realized how it sounded.

  “I noticed that you were a little… excited, in the pool,” said Sister Catherine, in that same, whispered voice. “Is this… your solution?”

  “No! I mean…” Felix gritted his teeth, wondering if it was better to bite the bullet, to play the part of a pervert, and hope that it would somehow work out.

  “Masturbation is a sin,” said Sister Catherine. “Though… it’s a very common sin.”

  She blushed slightly and licked her lips. One of her hands slipped down to her inner thigh, next to her crotch. Felix stared at her, confused and off balance.

  “I’m sorry, Sister Catherine,” he said, trying his luck. “It’s just that you’re so attractive. I saw your panties in the hamper and acted without thinking.”

  “Come with me,” said Sister Catherine. “Come with me.”

  Felix blinked, suddenly unsure of what her intentions were. She kept one hand near her crotch as she reached the other over and took Felix’s into it. Then, she led him out into the hallway and through the opposite doorway, into her bedroom.

  “Have a seat,” said Sister Catherine. Felix did, watching and waiting and wondering what the fuck she had in store for him.

  “Uh…” Felix still had her panties in his hand, and he half gestured with them in her direction. “Maybe I should just go?”

  “No,” said Sister Catherine. “You’ll stay. Take your shorts off, Felix.”

  Felix scratched his head, certain that he’d misheard her.

  “Uh… what?”

  “Take your shorts off,” repeated Sister Catherine. “I need to… see it.”

  She was blushing, and by watching her chest closely, Felix could see that she was breathing fast. Was it out of excitement? Or maybe something more than that?

  “Sister Catherine,” he said, mildly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were-“

  Sister Catherine reached out with her hands, taking either side of Felix’s swimming trunks into her fingers and pulling down. They slid off without much resistance, and Felix’s cock, still half aroused, snapped to attention, pointed directly toward her.

  The nun watched him for several seconds; the only sound in the room her breathing. She reached her hand out, extending her index finger to dab against the tip of Felix’s cock. A jolt of warmth shot through his loins, pleasurable and illicit, and he again began to wonder if she really was what she claimed to be.

  “Show me,” she whispered. “Show me what you were going to do with my panties.”

  Felix frowned for a moment and then realized what she meant.

  “Oh,” he said. “Right.”

  He took the panties in his hand, and with a shrug, wrapped them around his erection. Sister Catherine watched him with horny eyes as Felix slowly began to slide the fabric up and down his shaft. She licked her lips and sat down on the bed next to him, leaning in close and letting her breasts push against his arm.

  “Does it feel good?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” said Felix. “It feels amazing.”

  “You’re so dirty,” whispered Catherine. “Dirty… and sinful.”

  She reached her hand across his lap and wrapped her fingers around the red silk panties, and Felix’s cock underneath them. With tentative movements, she began to move her hand, sliding it up and down. It felt really good, in a strange way, the tension in the room and in Sister Catherine’s demeanor multiplying the pleasure several times over.

  “You were going to take a nun’s panties,” whispered Sister Catherine. “…And use them to do something sinful.”

  “I was.” Felix flashed a wicked smile. “How does that make you feel, sister?”

  Catherine made an offended noise and gave his cock a small squeeze.

  “You… pervert!” she snapped, her cheeks blushing profusely.

  “You’re the one with your hand around it,” said Felix. Sister Catherine shuddered, as though his words had stirred something up inside of her, and she started stroking faster.

  “I’m… a holy woman,” said Sister Catherine. “And you’re a sinner!”

  She leaned closer in toward him as she said the last word, letting her lips drag across his neck. Felix reached over and pulled her sweater up and over her shoulders. Surprisingly, she didn’t have anything on underneath it, and her naked breasts bounced into view, like two perfectly ripe pieces of forbidden fruit.

  “You… You’d dare to undress me?” Sister Catherine held an arm across her exposed tits even as she leaned her face over Felix’s lap. He pulled the panties away from his cock and leaned it in her direction.

  Sister Catherine licked her lips and stared at his erection. A single gob of precum glistened on the tip. Slowly, as though pulled in by something that conflicted with everything she represented, she stuck her tongue out and gave it a soft lick.

  “Ohh…” moaned Felix.

  “You dirty, little, sinner,” whispered Catherine. “Oh god!”

  She pushed forward, sliding Felix’s cock into her mouth and taking a good three quarters of it between her lips. He had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming on the spot.

  It wasn’t just that it felt good. There was something else to it, something that existed behind every initial sexual encounter. Sister Catherine was a bundle of conflicting values and desire, and faith, most importantly. And she was sucking his cock, choosing it over her tenets, over what she’d supposedly sworn her life to.

  And she was doing a good job of it. The horny nun bobbed her mouth up and down, using her tongue and lips like an experienced porn star. Felix moaned softly and ran his hand through her soft blonde hair, encouraging her to keep going.

  “That’s it,” he whispered. “Sister Catherine, you are a dirty girl.”
r />   Sister Catherine pulled her mouth back and shot a glare at him that was lacking in intensity.

  “I am not!” she said, sharply. “I am a woman of… the Lord.”

  She took a shaky, aroused breath and then dropped her lips back onto his erection, as though she needed to suck on it more than she needed air. Felix leaned back on the bed, his hips arching up automatically to push his cock deeper into her holy mouth.

  The nun moved her mouth across her cock with such determination that it almost gave him pause. Something about the encounter didn’t add up. Everything about it didn’t add up. Felix tried to focus through the pleasure, but found his thoughts being eclipsed by it. He reached his hand back down to her head and encouraged her to suck harder, to take his cock deeper. He felt it pressing against the back of her throat.

  Sister Catherine pulled back, suddenly. Her expression was a mixture of horniness and confusion, and she slowly began wiggling out of her pants, blushing as she did so.

  “I’m… a holy woman,” she whispered, standing in front of Felix totally naked. Her crotch had a thin layer of pubic hair across it, trimmed, but not to the point of shaven.

  “I’m not going to say a word, sister,” said Felix.

  “Oh… I can’t be doing this!” Sister Catherine straddled Felix, letting her cunt slide along his cock. “What’s gotten into me?”

  “Let’s just enjoy it,” said Felix. “Go with the flow.”

  He frowned, again getting a sense about something being very off about the encounter. Sister Catherine was hesitating as she moved on him, keeping the head of his hard cock from getting the right angle to enter her properly.

  “We can’t go all the way,” she whispered.

  “Of course,” said Felix.

  Sister Catherine rubbed herself against him, making soft noises of pleasure as her crotch connected with his. Felix felt the tip of his cock slide across the lips of her pussy. For a moment, the angle was perfect for fucking. Sister Catherine stopped in place.

  “Maybe…” She looked at him, her face red with embarrassment, eyes pleading for release. “Just the tip… if we’re careful.”