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Audrey was not particularly happy about the situation, but since her husband hated it even more, she gritted her teeth with the intention of enduring. Anything to make his life worse.
They were going to have a few nuns as guests, a favor they were doing to the priory of the Sisters of the Light not too far from their manor; it was about to undergo some renovations, and to expect those delicate and pious maidens to endure traveling towards the closest priory – which was not close at all – during one of the harshest winters people of that region had witnessed was pure folly, so they requested the help of all the noble families in the vicinity.
They could have refused, but in those days it was better to keep the clergy as allies and not enemies; surely, having them owe their family a favor would eventually come in handy. Thus, with no better choice, they agreed to host a few nuns in their luxurious home.
It would not be pleasant, but it was a sacrifice they were had little choice but to make.
The nuns arrived by caravan, which thankfully meant that their stables, at least, would not be occupied. There were plenty of rooms for those young girls, and they were soon left in the hands of the servitude, so Audrey was able to avoid them quite easily.
She felt a mixture of pity for the chained life they led and envy because, at least, they were not married to a boorish drunkard. They were young enough that, if they so chose, they could have made a new life for themselves, while she felt the weight of the years holding her back; even if she managed to make her escape, what could she accomplish with nothing to her name?
This array of negative feelings was not the nuns’ fault, she was mature enough to understand that, which was why she made sure that their paths never crossed, not wanting to lose control and take it out those poor creatures.
She had resigned herself to spending those days in the solitude – and security – of her chambers, but fate had plotted something different, because one day she met her.
She could not be older than twenty.
She had stumbled inside the dining room while Audrey was having breakfast. Usually the nuns ate at an early hour, but she had been late for reasons known only to her.
As soon as she realized that she had just disturbed the lady of the manor, she let out a soft gasp, her lips soft and delicate, and was already making it to the exit. “I-I apologize for my intrusion!” she exclaimed as she took a small bow, the nervousness she felt pushing her to speak louder than she intended to.
Audrey had half a mind to dismiss her, but something about her demure attitude caught her attention: perhaps she could have some fun at the expense of this young lady.
She gestured for her to come closer – “Please, I don’t mind” – before turning to the servitude. A single glance was enough to put them to work, as they began serving breakfast to the nun.
“Thank you, my lady,” she was courteous enough to say, and for a while, the two ate in silence.
Her eyes were the first thing that made an impression on Audrey, big like a doe’s and sweet like a dog’s, but what really caught her attention was her gaze: shy and passionate at the same time, she kept sending Audrey languid glances, only to retreat to her food in shame before risking to look up once again. She could not stop herself from staring at Audrey’s lips, sometimes mimicking her movements out of a subconscious instinct, too focused on her to realize what she was doing.
To be seen this way, to be desired this way, was not a sensation Audrey was familiar with. It made her feel flattered, and more than inclined to take a risk.
“What’s your name?” she asked the nun.
“Junia,” she answered.
What a cute name, delicate even. She liked the sound of it.
“Well, Junia, I imagine you must have your… duties to attend to, so please tell me if I’m overstepping, but may I have the pleasure of your company for today?”
Junia bit her lip, hesitating only for a moment.
“If that is what milady wants… I accept.”
Audrey took her for a stroll around her property, but after having made sure that her monster of a husband was nowhere to be seen – he was supposed to go hunting with some friends, despite it being winter, while she remained home to take care of the nuns – she wasted no time bringing her to her chambers, dismissing the servitude as she did so.
“Tell me, Junia...” Audrey began, nursing a glass of wine under the nun’s watchful gaze, “Do you like it here? You must not be used to such luxury.”
Too bad that the manor was falling apart, and what little opulence had remained consisted mostly of furniture they had yet to sell in order to make ends meet, but she did not need to know all that.
“It is certainly different from the monastery, I can say that much…” the nun muttered, looking around as she found the right words to say, not wanting to make the barest slight – which would have been entirely unintentional – towards the one that had caught her eye in such a prominent way.
She was such a cute thing, Audrey could not help but think. To unravel her would be most fun.
They were lying on a sofa, one at each end; only their feet would sometime touch. Wanting to shorten their distance, she scooted closer, then she did it again when she noticed that Junia was subconsciously leaning in her space, until she had successfully cornered her.
She found it amusing how Junia’s gaze kept moving from her lips to her bosom. Her desire was most obvious; she just needed a little push in the right direction, and Audrey was most happy to be the one to give it to her.
“Only different? Don’t be so shy now…” she teased her, voice low. “For starters, I’m positive the company is much more pleasant, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I… yes,” was all Junia was able to mutter, her voice barely audible. She leaned closer, only to realize what she was doing, but before she could withdraw, Audrey grabbed her by her chin with a firm touch, forbidding her from running away.
“You’ve been staring at me for quite some time. Is there anything you’d like to share?”
The young girl gulped, eyes drawn back to Audrey’s lips. “You are… very pretty, my lady,” she managed to confess once she found the courage.
“You flatter me,” Audrey responded, bringing her other hand to Junia’s leg. “And I think you’re the most adorable little nun that has ever set foot inside my property. Such a sweet treat, ready to be eaten up…”
Junia’s breathing quickened as she processed the meaning behind Audrey’s words. So, it was truly happening after all: she would get to know what it felt like to be united with another person.
“… Please.”
Unable to resist anymore, Audrey pressed their lips together in a soft kiss, making Junia gasp in surprise; she knew where things were getting at, she was expecting it even, but the fact that it truly happened still managed to take her off guard. It felt like a dream come true.
It was slow, languid, made more intense by the way Junia clung onto Audrey, at her clothes first, then her face, cupping her cheeks with her hands, then running them through her perfectly combed hair, making a few strands slip out of place. She had finally gotten what she wanted and she was clawing at it with all she had, something that pleased Audrey greatly.
When she tried to pull away, to proceed towards the next step of her plan, Junia didn’t let her go, chasing her lips for another kiss. It was very cute, the way she acted, so Audrey decided to let her have it, for the time being.
The next time, she put a hand between her and Junia, blocking her in place as she slowly pulled away. She almost felt bad, noticing the way the girl was looking at her; the view of a kicked puppy would have been less worthy of pity.
“You seem very fond of my face…” she observed, trying to appear above the affection Junia was giving her – affection that not even during his best day her husband had ever given her.
Junia’s entire body was traversed by a shiver at those words. “Yes, it is very pretty.”
Audrey chuckled. “Then, and pardon my crass language, why don’t you take a seat on it? I’ll show you just how pretty it is.”
“B-But, my lady!” Junia could not help but exclaim in halfhearted protest. She was not entirely sure what that would entail – she had fantasized about a moment such as this, but she was not knowledgeable enough on the topic to also come up with anything more than vague details.
“Mh, I do love when you call me that,” Audrey cooed, leaning closer, “but wouldn’t it be more appropriate to call me by my proper name?
She was not wrong, Junia supposed. “Of course, my lad–Audrey.”
It was so embarrassing! She would have loved nothing more than to be able to cover her face and hide somewhere, but she dared not move, both out of a sense of self-preservation – what would have been of her if she displeased the lady of the manor? – and a sense of curious trepidation.
That elicited a chuckle from Audrey. “So young, so cute…” she muttered, caressing her face with delicate hand. Her youth kept her soft, much to her enjoyment.
Junia gasped, an opportunity of which Audrey took full advantage: she leaned forward, slipping her tongue between her parted lips with agile ease. The young girl was letting her do anything she wanted to her; it made her want to eat her up even more!
She did not rush things, keeping her kisses and touches languid as Junia kept melting more and more under her ministrations. They had plenty of time, after all.
When they parted, she began stroking Junia’s thigh, watching rapt how such a small touch almost unraveled her: she let out a moan, spreading her legs wantonly. Her desire was obvious, but Audrey would not give her what she wanted before getting an answer.
“Did you think about what I said, my darling Junia?”
Her proposal was tempting, Junia would not deny it, but some vestiges of shame still remained.
“I can’t! What if I… crush you?”
At first, Audrey remained silent, a mask of pure neutrality on her face, but soon she became unable to contain her laughter. It was a rather undignified sight, but there was no need to maintain the ladylike pretense, not when she was trying to get under a nun’s skirt.
Speaking of Junia, she let out an offended squeal, going as far as slapping Audrey’s arm, completely forgetful about their difference in station. Not that Audrey minded of course: she found intriguing how feisty she was, under those layers of innocence.
“Forgive me,” she attempted to apologize, realizing that she might have been too callous for the young nun. She gave her a small peck on her lips. “But there’s nothing to worry about, my dear. You wouldn’t crush me even if you tried!” Junia still seemed a bit hesitant, but most of her reticence had been swept away, which prompted her to continue. “You trust me, right? I wouldn’t have asked if I couldn’t handle it.”
The young nun bit her lip as a shiver ran down her spine. She would be a fool to let such an opportunity slip past her fingers; finally, she would get to experience what she had always desired.
“Very well,” she found the courage to say. “I’ll do it.”
Audrey was not able to contain a grin, hearing those words.
“You won’t regret it.”
She helped Junia undress with no rush behind her movements. In a way, she followed the girl’s lead, waiting for her to get accustomed to wearing fewer and fewer articles of clothing before continuing to the next. She was putting up less resistance than she thought she would, and although she still acted shy, she could tell that she was thrilled by what was happening.
When she bared her neck, Audrey could not resist the impulse of lavishing it with soft kisses, making her entire body twitch – it tickled, but it was also so exciting!
Junia moaned when Audrey gave her a playful bite. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide with surprise and consequent embarrassment, but Audrey gently coaxed her hand away.
“Nobody can hear us,” she reassured her. “There’s no need to hide yourself.”
Junia weakly nodded, rubbing her thighs together. She was so aroused she could faint at any moment, which did not go unnoticed by Audrey.
She too must have been influenced by Junia’s eagerness, because she quickly stood up, extending a hand to the girl. “Let’s take you somewhere more comfortable, mh?”
Junia let herself be helped up, sliding an arm instinctively around herself, like she was trying to protect her modesty, but she nodded, letting Audrey guide her to her marital bed.
It had seen better days, but to Junia it was a majestic and opulent thing, much bigger than needed and tall, with long dark drapes that gave her the impression that what they were doing was even more forbidden than it already was, with the two of them hidden away from the world in such a way, but it made everything even more exciting.
Audrey was leisurely lying down, her head propped against what looked like the softest pillows Junia had ever seen. She beckoned her close, and she obeyed, crawling over her until they were but mere inches apart, a distance that was quickly closed by Audrey, who gently circled are waist, inviting her to rest her weight against her.
“Do not fret about hurting me. I can handle it.”
With that endorsement, Junia kissed her, finding joy in the way their bodies adhered together, despite their different states of undress.
She was so focused on the moment that she failed to notice Audrey sneaking a hand between their bodies, realizing what she was doing only after feeling a touch on her most private part, caressing it in a way she had always wanted to experience; she had never dared to seek such a thrill, even by herself. It felt overwhelming, but in a good way: every nerve was rippling with pleasure, to the point that all she could do was seek more of it, grinding down against Audrey in a way that made the older woman chuckle.
“So eager, and so wet…” She drawled, as she kept exploring Junia’s cunt, keeping her touch firm but not too harsh. She wanted her to enjoy it, after all.
And enjoying it she was, but now that she had gotten even this little taste of pleasure, she immediately began desiring more.
“P-Please,” she muttered, between kisses. “Tell me what to do. I need… I need more, my lad–Audrey.”
“And more you shall have,” Audrey promised her, caressing her cheek. “Come here.”
Unable to focus on the task at hand, Junia’s movements were uncoordinated and messy, but eventually she managed to situate herself right where Audrey wanted her: with her thighs on either side of her face, cunt hanging deliciously so close to her mouth, like the most delicious fruit, ripe for the taking.
Taking it was exactly what she did: she slowly guided Junia down, until all she had to do was part her lips and show her what her monastic life was causing her to miss.
She squealed in delight when her tongue made contact with her clit, beginning to massage it with slow circular movements. Audrey got her used to the sensation, before changing tactic, flicking her tongue instead in a faster fashion, causing Junia to buck her hips in search for more.
It was not long before she lost any semblance of self-control: she grabbed onto Audrey’s hair with vice-like grip, using it as leverage to rub herself against her face, using her as a mean to an end to reach her peak, while Audrey happily let herself be used. She could take what she wanted, if that was her desire.
She raised her hands to get a firm grip on Junia’s small breasts, playing with the nipples as she kept eating her out. She could not help but lament having lost the occasion to have a taste of them too, but she had a job to do, and she quickly regained her focus.
It did not take long for Junia to come. The pleasure she felt was so intense that, for a moment, she believed she was receiving a divine blessing: the Light had come down to her, showing her what was good in the world. She cried out, unable to move now that her body was being seized by her orgasm, which meant that Audrey had to pick up the slack; she resumed lapping her cunt, drinking in all the fluids that were gushing down her throat, in order to make that most pleasurable moment last as long as she could.
Junia kept chanting Audrey’s name in a most adorable display, until she was short on air.
After the high came the low, and for a moment Junia’s body sagged in her place, as she caught her breath after such an intense experience.
She had not fully recovered from her orgasm yet, her mind still in a hazy state, when she felt a tap against her thigh, which prompted her to look down and…
“Oh dear!” she exclaimed, scrambling to move out of the way so that she could make it easier for Audrey to breathe again. In her haste she fell to the side quite gracelessly, causing a small chuckle from the other woman, who did not look bothered at all by what could have been her possible demise. “See? I knew you could have died!”
Audrey waved a hand, dismissing her concern. Junia was unable to look away from her lips and chin, glistening with what must have been her juices – what else could it be, after all?
“I’m quite alright, dear. You don’t have to worry,” she reassured her. There was always a playful edge to her voice, but this time she sounded serious, which prompted Junia to believe her words.
Seeing her relax once again, Audrey could not hold back a genuine smile; she could not help it: she loved cute things like her.
It soon become strained, however, as there was a peculiar problem she wanted to take care of: her body felt like it was on fire, and desire was clouding her thoughts.
“Junia, dear, would you mind helping me too?
Junia did not understand the hidden meaning behind her words immediately, but when she did her eyes widened at the realization that the reason why Audrey was in such a state was because of her. Had she really enjoyed it that much?
“I-I’d love to help! But…” she looked away. “I’m not sure it would be good for you.” She had made her inexperience clear, after all; she would have hated to disappoint the woman that had made her feel so good.
Audrey muttered something under her breath – “You’re killing me...” – but then she shook her head and smiled once again. “I’ll teach you, of course. Don’t you want to learn?”
Yes, of course she wanted to learn! She was slightly nervous, fearing that she would be a poor student, but that did not stop her from vigorously nodding. “Yes! P-Please…”
Audrey said nothing, raising herself just enough to be able to get rid of the blouse she was still wearing, one button at a time, under Junia’s rapturous gaze.
Once her chest was bare, it was like a stronger force took possession of Junia’s body: she threw herself at her, covering her breasts with bites and kisses that took Audrey by surprise. She was proud of such a display, happy that Junia was learning to take the initiative.
It was a pleasant feeling, one Audrey had not felt in a long time, with her husband being the way he was, but after giving so much, she wanted a better-suited reward: she took Junia’s hand and guided it between her legs so that she could feel her core.
In her eagerness, Junia began touching her the same way she did to her, but she was pressing too hard against such a sensitive area. “Too much!” Audrey exclaimed, making Junia freeze. “Slower, and softer, alright?”
Junia nodded and resumed, keeping Audrey’s advice in mind. It was already much better, but Audrey needed to lose more clothes; she went to undo the buttons of her pants, but Junia beat her to it, sliding them down until they were completely off. For a moment, she remained still, observing the obvious wet patch on Audrey’s underwear.
She caused it. It was all because of her…
She dragged the underwear down too, wasting no time as she went back to massage Audrey’s cunt, using the intensity of her moans as clues about what she liked best to better satisfy her and repay her for the wonders she had shown her.
Pride swelled inside her chest when Audrey began grinding against her hand, so close to the edge and yet so far as well.
“Faster, please, faster,” she instructed Junia, who picked up the pace as requested. “Good girl.”
Good. Girl.
Two simple words, and yet their sound echoed in Junia’s mind, so sweet, so fulfilling.
She loved the praise, and she wanted more of it.
Taking initiative, she brought her fingers lower, teasing Audrey’s entrance. “Please, can I…”
“Yes!” Audrey exclaimed. It was all the endorsement Junia needed in order to proceed.
She went slowly, pressing a digit inside, taking mental note of how easily it slipped in. Holding her breath, she went deeper, encouraged by Audrey’s moans, until her finger was completely inside of her.
“Like that,” Audrey praised her. She raised a hand, making a crooking motion with one of her fingers as she instructed Junia. “Follow my lead, gently.”
Junia obeyed, trying her best to imitate Audrey’s movement, until the latter’s body was seized by what Junia hoped was pleasure. She praised her again – “Good girl, you’re such a good girl!” – causing Junia to grow bolder: she pressed another finger inside and resumed her stimulation, keeping rubbing her fingers against that place that was helping Audrey reach the peak.
“Your other hand… Here…” Audrey managed to say between moans, pointing to her clit. Understanding what she wanted, Junia brought her free hand down, rubbing the hardened nub with her thumb; fearing to overwhelm her at first, she kept her movements slow, but as Audrey’s voice became more urgent, and the walls around her fingers twitched, she quickened her pace as much as she could, ignoring the way her muscles were burning from the effort.
She was rewarded by the way Audrey threw her head back, an expression of pure bliss on her face, and came, moaning and moaning until her voice strained; Junia could feel her inner walls tighten around her fingers, but she didn’t stop, accompanying Audrey throughout the entirety of her orgasm.
An instinct to look away almost took over her mind – she should not be able to witness such a private event – but her will was strong enough to keep her gaze on her, raptly observing every minute change of her expression. She looked so different from the very composed – and frankly scary – lady of the manor she passed herself as, that Junia could not help but wonder who the true Audrey was.
Perhaps, the answer was in the middle, not that she had any intention to investigate now, of all times.
Eventually, she was stopped when Audrey grabbed her hand by the wrist; only then, her movements came to a halt.
“That’s more than enough, my dear…” the woman uttered, exhaustion evident in her voice.
It was a bit of a disappointment to Junia that the fun had already ended – despite having no actual idea about how long they had been at it – but she soon scolded herself for such a childish thought: she should have been glad Audrey had granted her the chance to experience something so wonderful in the first place.
Slowly, guided by Audrey, she pulled her fingers out of her. They were glistening with her fluids; Junia was enchanted.
Before she could stop herself and think about propriety, she brought those fingers to her lips, wanting to have a taste.
She was immediately assaulted by an acidic taste her body was trying to reject, but that too had come from Audrey, so she pushed the discomfort aside to better enjoy the sensation. Did she taste similarly? Did Audrey enjoy it?
Speaking of her, when she turned to face her, she found her looking straight at her, a slight smirk on her face. “Naughty girl…” she teased, motioning for Junia to lay down with her.
Once they were on the same level, they kissed, slow and languid, having exhausted their energy for the time being.
When they pulled away, Junia noticed in Audrey’s eyes the same mischievous light that had adorned them when she made her initial proposition. Whatever she was about to say, it would surely be interesting to hear.
“Must you meet with your sisters today?”
Junia thought about it. They usually reunited in order to pray together and when they had their meals, but attendance was not obligatory: some preferred to pray in private, or take advantage of the fact that they were not being constantly under scrutiny to get some well deserved rest. She usually joined the others, but since that day was special, she would make an exception. She did not want to upset Audrey, after all…
She shook her head, then. “If the lady desires, I can stay.”
Audrey’s smile turned larger at her words. “Yes, the lady commands you so,” she playfully ordered, before dragging her down for another kiss.
It would take long before her husband came back from “the hunt”; most likely he was spending the entire day and night drinking in town with his friends and some cheap whore in tow, meaning that she and Junia had all the time at their disposal to have some more fun.
It would have been a shame not to make good use of it, after all. Would it not?