by Reed James
I understood this grief. Nuns were often close with their monks. She may be grieving a lover as well as a partner. And I understood grief. I didn't rush her. I let her cry until she was ready to speak again.
Alison wandered back in the meantime, trying to look apologetic for running away as she watched us, the mule's eyes dark and liquid. I wasn't buying her contriteness and fixed her with a steady gaze. The mule maintained its innocence.
Finally, the nun's grief ran its course enough for her to speak. She pulled a handkerchief out of a pocket in her habit and wiped at her face. Crying had transformed her expression into a frightful mess, her cheeks red, her eye swollen.
Pity moved in my heart for her.
“Saint Chasity. I've come for your help.” Sister Stella took a deep breath. “Followers of the Tyr... your parents are planning to summon them into the world again.”
I grunted like I had been punched in the stomach.
* * *
Queenie Glassner
“Oh, my!” a woman gasped.
I bolted upright, my naked breasts jiggling. Chase stood in the barn doorway and a—
“I'm so sorry, Sister,” I gasped, throwing my arms over my naked chest, my cheeks blushing. The nun's cheeks were just as red as mine. She whipped her eyes up to stare at the ceiling. “I... I didn't know.”
“What's going on?” Reina asked, sitting up and stretching, not at all caring that a nun was witnessing her naked shame. “Why are you back already, sister dear?”
“I see why you three were so excited for me to leave,” Chase said, arching an eyebrow. “Get dressed, take care of Alison, then come to the house. We need to talk.”
“What is going on? Who are they?” the nun gasped.
“My younger siblings and their wife.”
“Wife? They both married her?”
“And each other.” Chase shrugged then led the shocked nun out of the barn.
My cheeks burned so bright. Shame rippled through me. “A nun saw us. We're in so much trouble. We sinned and—”
Rex put his finger over my lips. “Chase is the Prophetess, and she married us. That nun has no authority over her.”
“It'll be okay,” Reina added. She stood up and brushed off the hay stuck to her rump. “Let's get dressed.”
I found my clothes quickly, ashamed I didn't have any undergarments. I had become such a loose person since marrying the twins. I liked how loose I was, but we were violating the new Church's rules. For as long as I can remember, the new rules had been preached to me. Here, away from it all, it was easy to forget about them.
My embarrassment lingered as Rex took care of Alison. He stripped off her packsaddle and threw the bags over his shoulder. Reina took my hand, and we followed Rex out to the house, smoke rising from the chimney. Chase must have started supper.
“What's going on, sis?” Rex asked when we burst in. “Why's a nun here?”
“That nun is Sister Stella,” Chase said.
Rex grinned at the nun, his eyes examining her porcelain face framed by her white-blonde hair. She was pretty. There was a cute appeal about her and... My cheeks reddened. I shouldn't think of a nun in that fashion.
“Wash up,” Chase added. “I'm making a simple stew. We'll talk while it cooks.”
The three of us obeyed. Rex and Reina in a hurry, eager to find out what was going on. I was scared. What if the nun was here to annul our marriage and say it was a sin? They had powers. They were blessed by the Creator with his Gift. I shuddered. I didn't want that.
Reina came back for me. “Come on,” she said. “It'll be fine, okay? She's not breaking us apart. Rex wouldn't let her.”
“Okay,” I whispered and let Reina drag me away by the arm.
Rex was already sitting at the table across from Sister Stella. The nun sipped at a cup of peppermint tea. It wasn't real tea, with actual tea leaves, but an herbal infusion made from local spices. Reina and I sat on each side of Rex, sitting close. Stella eyed us, her blue eyes considering.
Chase sat down beside Sister Stella. “Tell them what you told me.”
“They are children,” Stella objected.
“We're adults,” Rex growled, “and you're not much older than us.”
“I'm older than I look.”
“She's a nun,” Chase reminded him. “They all look eighteen.”
Sister Stella took a deep breath. “Very well. I was in San Francisco five days ago when the Ecstasy fell upon me. The Archangel Gabriel communicated to me that the Tyrants...”
Rex and Reina both cleared their throats, fixing her looks.
“Fine, Mark and Mary,”—her face twisted as she said their names—“are plotting to escape from the Abyss. On July 20th, on the slope of Mount Rainier at Paradise, their followers will conduct a ritual to summon them back into this world.”
“Why Paradise?” Rex asked.
“And the twentieth of July? What's so special about that date?” Reina added.
“And where's Mount Rainier?” I asked.
“Mount Rainier is up north in what used to be called Washington State,” Chase answered. “July 20th is the date my parents were married on the slopes of Mount Rainier at Paradise.”
Sister Stella nodded. “That's why the Glassnerians are conducting the ritual there. As you know, the heretical teachings of the Tyr... Mark and Mary survived, including the foul Epistle of Isabella that teaches how to make Pacts with the... Mark and Mary.”
“Isabella?” Rex frowned. “Our mother Isabella?”
Sister Stella gave the twins sharp looks.
Chase nodded her head. “That's why they burned her.”
“So our father's trying to escape from Hell,” Rex muttered.
Sister Stella's face hardened. “I've come here to seek Saint Chasity's aide. Providence has guided me here, and led me to the Prophetess's side.”
“And I've agreed to go,” Chase added. “I've stopped our father once. I liberated the world from them. I won't let them conquer it all over again.”
“Then we're coming with you,” Rex growled, slamming his fist on the table.
“Yes,” Reina nodded.
“No, they cannot,” Sister Stella gasped. “It's hard travel to Mount Rainier. We will need to move quickly. If we're lucky, and have no delays, we can make it on time. We do not need children slowing us down.”
“Children?” demanded Rex. “We're nineteen! And we know how to travel. We grew up in the Mountains. You are not stopping us from going and protecting our sister.”
“She is not leaving us!” Reina added, nodding her head with emphasis, arms crossed.
I smiled at my spouses. “Yes. We need to go.”
Rex looked at me in shock.
“Chase is my sister now. I want to help her out.”
Chase looked at the three of us, her lips pursing in consideration. “They're going.”
“But...” Sister Stella started to protest. She clamped her mouth shut when Chase fixed her with an adamant stare. “Yes, Saint Chasity.”
“That's going to get annoying,” Reina muttered.
* * *
Chasity “Chase” Glassner
I couldn't sleep.
For once since my last suicide attempt, I was alone in my bed. I insisted that the twins and Queenie share their own room. It would be the last time the three of them would have for months. Before my parent's death, a trip up to Mount Rainier would take a day or two of driving from here. But on foot, we would need most of the two months we had.
I hoped one of the bridges over the Columbia River along the Oregon/Washington border still stood. We would never make it on time if there wasn't a way to cross and we had to detour into Eastern Washington to find another way off. If we had to go all the way up to Canada to get around the large river...
An eager dread filled me. I had the chance to see my parents. But would they want to see me after all the pain I had caused? They suffered in Hell. I couldn't blame them for wanting to escape, but they w
ere too powerful for this world. Mankind had to be free. I could only hope that in a few generations, mankind would be back on track to where they were before my parent's ruined everything.
I wasn't sure I could stop them a second time. I didn't know what I would do on the 20th. Stop them, or just ask for their forgiveness. Maybe this time I would finally die. I left out one detail to my siblings. Sister Stella promised that she would have to take away my Prophetess powers to stop my parents.
I would finally be free. I could finally die.
Rex and Reina wouldn't understand. They would want me to never leave them, but staying young, dwelling on my guilt, wasn't living. It was existing. They would grieve my loss, but they would be able to move on. They had each other and Queenie. They had a family to start and enjoy.
A soft knock rapped my door.
“Come in,” I said. “I can't sleep.”
It wasn't Rex, he would never have knocked. I figured it was Queenie, given how timid the raps were. The door opened.
It was Sister Stella.
She stepped in, trembling like a child. Her hair seemed to glow in the silvery moonlight as she stepped forward. When she reached my bed, she quickly pulled off her nun's habit, revealing her naked body. Her breasts were tiny, barely sprouting, making her seem so virginal and innocent. A soft down of fine, almost invisible, pubic hair graced her pussy.
“Sister Stella?” I gasped. “I thought the new church taught that homosexuality is a sin.”
“I'm a nun on a mission.” She smiled as she sat on the edge of my bed. She stroked my hand, her fingers stirring delight through me. “I'm forgiven of all my sins. And...I've been in love with you for years.” She swallowed. “I never thought I would actually get to meet the savior of mankind.”
Savior? What a joke.
I almost threw that word back in her face, but her trembling, yearning passion touched me. I couldn't help but take her hand. I pulled her to me, staring into her eyes. I could see the desire in there for me.
It was nice to be desired again. My siblings and Queenie loved me, even lusted for me, but they didn't desire me. They merely had fun with me.
I kissed Sister Stella. My lips worked against hers. She closed her eyes and sighed into the kiss. Her lips worked against mine. Pleasure raced through me, a stirring beginning between my thighs. I trembled, loving this.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Our kiss deepened as our bodies pressed together. I felt her naked form against mine, lithe and delicious. My tongue thrust into her mouth as she kissed me with more aggression.
That wet heat blossomed in my cunt.
I rolled her onto her back. I pressed her down, following her to my bed. My hand slid up her side to cup her small breast. I massaged her tit. I caressed her nipple. She shuddered and moaned into my mouth as I pinched and rolled her nub.
My other hand slid down her body, reaching beneath us. I found the sparse silk of her pubic hair as we kissed. I pressed lower and found her legs locked tight together. I couldn't reach my fingers between them to caress her naughty bits.
I broke the kiss and stared down into her trembling eyes. “Relax. Spread your thighs, and let me trib you. You'll love it.”
“Trib?” she asked, her eyes wide.
I winked at her. My mother loved to trib women. She taught me that same love. I had been just as nervous the first time we'd done it. Now I understood Stella's virginal timidity. My pussy grew hotter as she squirmed.
Stella spread her thighs. My fingers slid down and felt her cunt. I caressed her, reveling in the feel of her wet pussy. I smiled at her, staring into her eyes as I shifted my thighs. I settled between her legs, my juices dripping down my thighs.
“Mmm, this is going to be beautiful,” I told her, pulling my fingers from her cunt.
“Okay,” she said.
I settled my weight down. I groaned as my pussy pressed down into her cunt. I felt the heat of her pussy and the kiss of her downy pubic hair on my twat. I shuddered, my clit throbbing as it brushed her delight.
I undulated my hips so my pussy rubbed against hers. Our clits brushed and kissed. Pleasure sparked through me. She shuddered and moaned. Her arms wrapped around me as her own hips began to instinctively move.
I nuzzled at her neck, licking up to her ear. “Doesn't that feel nice?”
“Yes,” she gasped in awe. “Oh, Saint Chasity.”
“Mmm, it's Chase.” I giggled. “We're making love. I think you can call me Chase.”
“Oh, Chase!” she moaned, her hips undulating harder, our clits brushing together. “Mmm, that feels wonderful.”
Our bodies ground together. Our flesh caressed. Hot, juicy twats kissed as we made love to each other. Our breasts caressed the other's, her smaller nipples brushed mine. Tingles rushed down to my cunt. My pussy clenched as I ground our clits together.
Pleasure burst through me. I shuddered and whimpered. My hips undulated, grinding on her. Her hands gripped me. She whimpered as we ground our twats together. My clit savored the feel of the wet silk of her pussy. I shuddered, my ass clenching as I tribbed her harder.
“Chase! Chase!” she gasped.
“Mmm, yes,” I groaned, the pleasure building and building. My rump clenched.
My bed creaked, rocking with our passion. Every time our clits brushed, delight exploded through me. I round into them. Our bodies pressed together. We were almost welded into one. It was exhilarating.
Her fingernails bit into my back. Our lips met, kissing hard. She bucked beneath me, gasping into my mouth. She moaned into our kiss. Her tongue danced with mine. Her hips ground harder. She whimpered.
I could feel it building in her.
I broke the kiss and purred, “Are you going to cum?”
“Yes, Chase!” she gasped. “I'm so close! This feels so great!”
“Embrace it,” I moaned, my own pleasure building and building.
Sister Stella whimpered beneath me. Her body bucked and spasmed, pressing her body against mine. Pleasure burst in her eyes as her orgasm shuddered through her. Her pussy drenched mine, our flesh growing so slippery. Her moans echoed through me.
I savored her pleasure, my passion growing in the core of my pussy. I ground on her, building my own delight as she shuddered. She kissed me, her tongue thrusting in my mouth as she shuddered beneath me.
I approached my orgasm. I hurtled towards it as she trembled through hers. She kissed me with such hunger. I groaned as I rubbed my clit into hers. Those sparks fed the growing heat in me. I was almost there.
“So amazing!” she gasped, breaking our kiss.
Her hands cupped my face as she trembled beneath me. We stared into each other's eyes. The moonlight caught her blues, and they twinkled like brilliant stars. I let myself get lost in the eternity of her gaze, my passion building and building.
My clit brushed hers. I exploded.
“Stella!” I gasped as my pleasure rippled through my body.
“Chase!” she moaned, pulling me down for a sweet kiss.
I sighed into her lips as I ground my clit one last time into her pussy. The pleasure was gentle as it rolled through me. This delicious rapture that swept through my mind. I held her tight. This was an amazing ecstasy.
I shuddered in her embrace. And then I collapsed against her. She held me, her kisses soft. I whimpered about her as that rapture hit that wonderful peak. I trembled in her embrace as she stroked me.
I came down from my orgasms. I gasped as I broke the kiss and nuzzled into her cheek. We didn't speak as we held each other. We cuddled together. Her head rested on my shoulder. I smiled as the bliss drifted me down into sleep.
Tomorrow we would leave. I didn't expect to return.
To be continued...
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