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Desecration of a Living Saint Ch. 01

By: RhoEpsilonDelta



The war had been a massacre. Human soldiers and castle-forged steel were no match for daemon flesh and cursed weapons. The unholy hordes swept through the countryside destroying settlements and besieging cities, leaving devastation and despair in their wake.

Finally their seemingly unstoppable advance was stalled at a remote abbey where one woman chose to take up the sword and fight back against the rising darkness, inspiring and leading her companions to do the same.

"Hold the line! Right flank, prepare to fall back to secondaries on my mark. Archers, loose!" Sister Augustine cried, her voice carrying over the din of the battlefield as every soldier followed her orders.

The battle had been waging since dawn as the daemon horde surged up the mountain pass leading to the abbey. Luckily the terrain was on the defenders' side; the thin, winding path forcing the enemy to come at them piecemeal rather than being able to stage an all-out assault, which would've led to a swift victory. As the sun slowly slipped past its zenith the troops were beginning to tire, only their faith in the Living Saint keeping them going.

Across the valley the unholy commander watched closely. A necromancer with pale skin and deep set eyes watched, his scrying lens capturing every detail of the battle as wave after wave broke against the abbey's defenses. With a growl of impatience Azul brushed the lens aside, smashing it to the ground as he turned away from the scene. "This battle should've been won easily. Why is it so difficult to rape and pillage one group of nuns!?!" He screamed, gesturing wildly at his cowering minions. Not one dared to answer, their eyes darting between each other waiting for someone else to be the bearer of ill tidings.

Stomping into his tent Azul dropped onto his throne in despair, his face twisting between anger and fear as he pondered what the Overlords would do when they discovered his failure. "Pull them back. There's no point in losing any more troops today." He snarled at his attendant, "We need to find another way to break their wills."

"Mi'lord..." The attendant mumbled cautiously as he leaned closer, "We do have... other options..." He continued, gesturing over to the robed figure standing just inside the entrance to the tent.

Rising in his seat the necromancer eyed the newcomer suspiciously. "And who do we have here? Some new sycophant, with yet another brilliant strategy to help win the war?" He asked peevishly, waving his hand to dismiss the robed stranger.

"I am no sycophant, mi'lord." A voice said, its tones dripping like honey into Azul's ear. Immediately he felt his heart quicken, and his 'attention' was aroused. Peering at the stranger more closely he watched as she pulled back the hood on her robe to reveal... he wasn't quite sure. Somehow whatever he was looking at left the impression in his mind of intense beauty, but even as he stared at her Azul wouldn't have been able to actually describe what the woman looked like. "The Overlords have learned of your... predicament and have asked me to attend to help ease your pressures."

Azul licked his lips, wondering exactly which of his pressures this vision of beauty would be willing to ease, and whether he could spare the time from the battle to explore all of them. "And how exactly, my dear, would you do that?" He asked, trying to sound relaxed with a cracking voice.

The woman, and if nothing else Azul was certain she was indeed a woman, stepped closer. Her body moved like a well-oiled snake within her robes, with all the right curves gently teased beneath the fabric with each step. Everything she did seemed designed to arouse and seduce, and Azul was more than happy to be her plaything, for now.

"I'm here to take care of her." The stranger said, her honeyed tones becoming even more sensual for a moment as she seemed to savour the anticipation.

Azul was taken aback for a second, unsure if he'd heard his guest correctly. "Her?" He asked in confusion. "You mean the holy bitch?" Waving his hand towards the tent's entrance he gestured across the valley to where even now Sister Augustine was rallying her forces as the daemon army retreated back down the mountain pass.

He didn't mean to laugh, certainly not as loudly as he did, but Azul couldn't contain himself. "That pious whore won't succumb, I've already tried. My best incubus couldn't make it past their sacred walls."

The stranger leaned closer, the front of her robes falling open just enough to give the necromancer a brief flash of what was hidden beneath. The memory of a smile insinuated itself into his memory as the beautiful, clouded face rested a hand's breadth away from his. "I think you'll find I have my ways."

Suddenly pulling away the woman turned her back on Azul, quickly flicking her hood back up to cover her face as she stepped towards the entrance. The necromancer pulled himself together, suddenly aware just how entranced he'd been with her beauty, but still completely unable to explain exactly why this had been.

"Prepare your forces." The stranger said, her voice suddenly filled with steel. "They will be needed again in the morning."

With that the woman was gone, leaving Azul to ponder just what had happened in the last few minutes. Waving his attendant over he gave the orders to have the troops properly ritualised and bound afresh for the following day. As the minion vanished to take care of matters Azul began to wonder just what the Overlords truly had planned for the abbey, the 'Living Saint', and for himself.

The torches were blazing on the walls of the abbey as the refugees climbed the mountain path. For days they'd been hiding in the nearby caves, terrified for their lives as the daemons hunted the countryside for survivors from the local towns. Small children had sat in the cold underground darkness, listening through their elders' hands to the muffled cries of the dying outside as daemons ripped them apart, ate them or otherwise defiled the living bodies of anyone they found.

Now with the daemons in retreat many had decided to make a break for the relative safety of the abbey, some in small groups, others on their own. Most of them were glad to see other humans still alive but one or two flinched away from the company of others, unwilling to speak of what they'd witness in their travels.

As they approached the fortifications several of the travelers gawped at the daemon hides and ichor coating the walls from the many, many beasts which had been laid low by the defenders. Large bonfires had been built in the pastures above the path and even now the acrid stench of burning daemon flesh wafted down into the valley below. The refugees welcomed the stench, even as they covered their mouths and noses gagging on the fumes. After all, it was the stench of victory over the foul forces, something to rejoice in.

In the courtyard Sister Augustine watched with pity as the refugees made their way through the gates, her eyes filling with tears at their plight. She called over to one of her sisters, "Do we still have enough supplies to feed these people?" 

Sister Agatha, an elderly member of the Order who'd long been seen as the book-keeper and bursar of the abbey looked over her ledger. "We have the supplies, but at this rate we'll have to close our doors to travelers. Any more and our larders will be cleared out come winter."

With a smile Sister Augustine placed her hand on her sister's shoulder. "Then we shall fast until the spring." She said with a bright tone. "Have faith Sister, God will provide."

Mumbling to herself Sister Agatha moved away to begin preparations for the evening meal. "God may provide, but he seems not to like lending a hand harvesting and cooking."

Turning back to the courtyard Sister Augustine watched as the soldiers sorted the new arrivals into groups, keeping families together wherever possible as space was found in the great hall, chapel and even the stables to house them until something more permanent could be arranged. Among the throng a single robed figure stepped back into the shadows, hidden eyes glancing casually up to look back at the Living Saint on the balcony above.

It was late by the time Sister Augustine made her way back to her cell. She'd taken it upon herself to ensure each refugee, soldier and lay worker in the abbey had been fed and comfortably billeted before retiring and the weight of the day has hanging heavy on her shoulders as she unfastened her armour. The sanctified plates were well crafted and as light as possible while still offering good protection, but this still left them far heavier than the simple habit she was used to wearing.

As she rubbed her sore shoulders a light knocking disturbed her. Stepping over to the doorway she opened the door to be greeted by a beautiful young brunette woman whose shy green eyes darted away from her as if unworthy to look upon the sister's face. "Good eve, your holiness." The girl began, her voice timid and trembling. "I come to offer aid to you, if it is needed."

Sister Augustine was tempted to send the girl away and was about to when a sharp pain blossomed in her shoulder. With a sharp intake of breath she reached up to rub the sore muscle with her fingertips.

"Are you injured?" The girl asked in distress, almost panicking.

Waving her free hand Sister Augustine smiled gently, trying to comfort the poor creature. "No no, it's nothing, just an overworked muscle or two."

"I can help with that," the girl replied eagerly. "In my village I was training as a healer and my Mum... I mean my teacher, often had me help the farm hands with their aches and pains. Perhaps I could help you the same way?"

"What exactly did you do for them?" Sister Augustine asked uncertainly, knowing several of the outlying villages had some very strange notions of what passed for medicine.

Taking the question as an invitation the girl stepped into the sister's cell, her eyes quickly glancing over the bare walls and simple furnishings for a moment. "Nothing drastic, just a simple laying on of hands."

Sister Augustine closed the door and moved back over to where she'd laid down her armour on her cot. "Okay, that doesn't sound too bad. How do we do this?"

The girl gestured towards the bed, "If you remove your clothing and lay down I will be able to see where the problems are, and then by laying my hands upon your muscles I will be able to ease their pains."

For a moment Sister Augustine was unsure of herself. It had been many years since she'd entered the Order and in that time she'd been naked around her sisters many times, but this girl was a stranger and the sister found herself wondering whether baring herself to the girl was entirely appropriate.

As if seeing the holy woman's doubt the farm girl stepped forward, returning Sister Augustine's earlier smile to help comfort and ease the fear. "Do not worry, I have done this many times before and will not be alarmed by anything you may have to share."

With a sigh, and an inner reminder not to be prideful, Sister Augustine unfastened her chainmail shirt before pulling it off over her head. Handing the chainmail to the village girl Sister Augustine started to peel her gambeson away from her body. Her work had been hot and heavy for most of the day and the woolen shirt stuck to her skin in several places and as it was finally removed it left her skin feeling raw and sensitive. Pulling the shirt over her head Augustine became embarrassingly aware that her nipples were feeling particularly sensitive, especially when she turned around to see the girl watching her attentively, her hands held out ready to take the shirt.

Covering her chest with one arm Augustine held out the shirt for the girl, who promptly took it and began to fold it smartly before placing it on top of the chest where Sister Augustine kept her clothes with the rest of the armour. Now standing topless in front of the girl Augustine felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She still had to remove her greaves and cuisse, but while covering her breasts it would be very difficult to get the leg armour and padded undergarments off.

A look of pity crossed the girl's face as she realised the predicament Sister Augustine was in. "If it would help I could leave the room for you?" She offered meekly.

"Thank you, that would help." Sister Augustine replied with a great sigh of relief as she moved to the door, carefully making sure she was behind it as the girl walked passed.

"Once you are ready, just lay face down on the bed and call me." The girl said, closing the door behind herself.

Without wasting any time Sister Augustine quickly stripped off the last of her armour, placing it with the rest of her suit before lying on the bed as instructed. "I'm ready." She called out as she lay face down on the bed, as instructed. A moment later heard the door swing open and then shut again. The sound of water being poured in a bowl came next, followed by the swishing sound of the bowl being moved and when Sister Augustine felt the drops of water splashing against her back she could almost feel her muscles starting to relax already.

The girl's grip was rougher than she had expected, but her fingers seemed to know exactly what they were doing. One by one, aided by the water, they moved from one sore point to the next, carefully soothing them and unknotting the tired muscles. The pain drifted away to be replaced with a strange euphoria which had Sister Augustine drifting off to sleep. It wasn't until the hands began to move lower that she realised something was wrong.

"Wait... I..." She stuttered as the hands cupped her buttocks, fingers working the muscles sensuously as they slowly made their way further and further down.

"Don't worry," An exotic, lilting voice purred in her ear, "I'll make sure you enjoy yourself." 

Looking over her shoulder Sister Augustine saw a beautiful woman leaning over her, unclothed and most certainly not the scrawny farm girl she'd been expecting. She tried to get up, to push the stranger away, but her muscles were so relaxed she couldn't even move. "What have you done to me!?!" She barked out, panicking in fear as she realised she was helpless under this woman's touch.

The beautiful woman smiled, or at least that's what Sister Augustine seemed to see since the features were at once clearly beautiful and at the same time indistinct and immaterial. "I'm just helping you relax." The voice said, its tones flowing over the nun, helping to lull her back into a slumber even as Sister Augustine fought for control.

The fingers were moving closer now, their tips gently grazing over Sister Augustine's labia before pulling away again. "I don't want this..." She moaned, even as she felt her pussy begin to melt under this stranger's touch. Just as expertly as she'd worked her back muscles, Sister Augustine could feel the woman's touch arousing her pussy, causing juices to begin to flow.

Pulling her hand away the stranger dipped it into the bowl of water before holding it high above the sister's ass while her other hand spread Sister Augustine's cheeks apart, leaving her pussy and anus fully exposed. "I could stop, if you'd like." The voice breathed, almost whispering on the air as drips of water fell onto Augustine's quivering cunt. "You only have to say the word and I'll leave. I promise your body will be fine in the morning, after a good night's sleep."

Almost biting her lip Augustine felt the urge to beg the woman not to stop, to ask her, plead with her to keep going, to bring her to her climax, but her Faith was stronger. "Go! Leave!" She barked, the words jumping from her mouth before she could stop them.

"You wish is my command." The voice said with a sneer.

A moment later Sister Augustine heard the door open and close and she felt she was alone once more in her room. Her body was still too relaxed to move and between her legs her pussy was on fire, begging for satisfaction that wouldn't come. It seemed like hours before she finally drifted off to sleep only to find her dreams haunted by visions of a beautiful, indistinct face and her body craving a gentle touch.

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Desecration of a Living Saint Ch. 02



The alarm came early the next morning, just as the sun was edging its way over the foothills. Sister Augustine rose slowly, stretching her surprisingly well-rested muscles as she lifted herself out of her bed.

As footsteps thundered passed her door she looked down in dismay at the mess between her legs, dried juices clinging to her hair and thighs from the night's torment. Reaching for the bowl of water, which still rested at the foot of the bed, she quickly started to wash away the signs of sin, but as her fingers touched her crotch she felt an echo of the stranger's touch and quickly pulled away.

She was still sensitive, even after a night's unsettled sleep, and even the touch of the water was enough to cause her labia to throb. Carefully she dressed herself in her armour, making sure to pad her crotch to ensure she would not be distracted during the battle, before making her way out into the corridor.

Almost immediately troops surrounded her, "What are our orders? Where do we go? What should we do?" Holding her hands up she quietened them all, trying to seem serene and in control even as her body began to whisper to her.

"It's the same drill as yesterday, we hold the line." Sister Augustine intoned, her voice heavy and inspiring, "They couldn't break us then, and they won't today."

A cheer went up through the crowd and the soldiers continued on their way, their steps seeming just a little lighter for having heard her words.

Making her own way through the throng Sister Augustine found her way up to the battlements where she could oversee the path leading up from the valley. The first wave of daemons were already close, their wild cries and guttural moans echoing off the mountainside.

Turning away Sister Augustine surveyed her forces and was happy to see almost every soldier at their post, the only ones missing those too severely injured to fight on the frontline. It was a good sign that there had been no desertions in the night, morale was high and the soldiers prepared to do their duty.

The time had come, "Archers..." Sister Augustine cried as she raised her arm and paused, waiting just long enough to ensure the full body were ready before swinging it down, "Loose!"

Azul was not happy as he watched the battle, which seemed as much a repeat of the previous day as every other sally he'd launched. Turning to his attendant, who flinched away from his master's angry glare, he asked, "Have we heard from our guest? She said this problem would be solved by this morning."

The attendant cleared his throat noisily as he tried to prepare his reply, "Mi'lord, she said our troops would be needed, not that victory would be ours. Perhaps this is merely part of a larger plan?"

For a moment Azul's glare bore into his underling, who sweated and twitched while awaiting the inevitable beating which was to come. Turning away sharply Azul strode towards the map table which had been set up beside his throne. "You're right," He boomed to the relieved attendant, "She's the Overlords' agent, not mine, and it's quite possible she was sent here by them not to help, but to ensure my defeat."

Staring down at the map Azul quickly counted up the markers identifying his forces, which daemons had been summoned, which held loyalty purely to him and which had been loaned to him by other necromancers, sorcerers and mages across the kingdoms. Carefully he began to rearrange the pieces, moving some to the flanks and others to reserve until finally calling for his attendant.

"I want to ensure our survival should anything... untoward occur. Have my forces redeploy at once, bring them home, to recover from their injuries. Replace them on the front with the reserves and order them to press the attack to the last." He said, his words carefully chosen so no record of any disloyalty could be made.

"Mi'lord, that may leave the reserve inadequate should we need them." The attendant responded, buoyed by his earlier success.

Before he could react Azul's hand was around the attendant's throat, fingers squeezing tightly. "I know that, you fool." He spat in the underlings face. "But this battle must be won soon; otherwise I may lose my place in the Alliance. And if that happens I may become the next target."

Suddenly Azul's face changed, a flash of fear dancing across it for a moment as he realised he'd said too much, and perhaps damned himself in the process. Throwing the attendant to the floor Azul waved over one of the scantily clad female slaves littering the tent. "Did you hear my orders?"

The slave's eyes darted between Azul, the attendant and the map board for a moment, unsure if this was some kind of test or trap as she tried to decide what answer her master wanted. "Yes..." she answer uncertainly, her body preparing to run should it be wrong.

"And anything else?" Azul pressed, his gaze locked steadily on the girl as he watched her carefully.

Looking down at the attendant the slave knew for certain what was wanted. "No, mi'lord. Nothing more."

"Good." Azul said, slamming his hand palm down over the attendant's body. The effect was immediate, as if stepped on by a giant the attendant was crushed into the ground, his bones snapping and twisting. "Be sure to have those robes cleaned before you return wearing them."

On the battlements Sister Augustine watched the flow of the forces below. Something was happening with the enemy and she wasn't sure what. Troops seemed to be pulling away from the fight and not re-engaging with her troops.

Part of her cautioned to prepare for a large-scale attack, but every time she closed her eyes all she could think of was a soft, moaning voice whispering in her ear and the touch of gentle fingers.

Unable to concentrate she dismissed the idea, so far the enemy had shown no sign of tactical brilliance, simply relying on brute strength and overwhelming numbers to try and grind her forces down. There was no reason to believe that this was any different, and the only reason the enemy would be disengaging would be to retreat.

"To arms! Prepare to counter!" She called, bringing her reserve soldiers to the ready. If they were retreating this was an opportunity to injure them gravely.

Turning to her second Sister Augustine smiled, "We may yet win this." She said happily. "I'll take the lead."

Moving off the battlements Sister Augustine quickly made her way down to the courtyard to where her horse had already been prepared for her. Along with the other mounted guard she took up position behind the gates before giving the signal for them to be opened.

The charge slammed hard into the enemy lines, ripping apart the smaller daemons beneath iron-clad hooves while the cavalry cleaved own their larger companions with ease. At the fore Sister Augustine gloried in the exhilaration, her blood pumping hard as she carved her way through her foes.

It wasn't until they cleared the front line that she caught sight of the enemy rear guard advancing. The mighty ogres dwarfed even the mounted troops and as she watched one grabbed hold of a horse and rider with one hand and flung him own into the valley below.

"Fall back! Fall back!" She cried, calling to the cavalry to return but for some it was too late, the ogres were already upon them. With her force in disarray Sister Augustine soon found herself surrounded by daemons, their hands grasping at her legs as she swung her blade again and again, hacking heads and arms with each stroke.

She had no idea where the spear came from, only that it was suddenly in front of her, its tip pulling her mount's spine up through its neck as it reached for her. Throwing herself aside Sister Augustine launched herself from the saddle as the daemons pulled the brave horse into the dirt to be torn apart by talons and teeth.

With foul beasts closing in Sister Augustine steeled herself for combat, her blade held firmly in her hand and her will unbroken, but just as she thought the horde would charge a loud bellow was heard across the cacophony of the battle. Behind the daemons strode one of the ogres, biting the head off a captured soldier as he stared at Augustine with pure animal hatred.

The rest of the daemons seemed to know that the giant wanted the Living Saint for himself and even as she lashed out at them with her sword they backed away, keeping her trapped but alive as the ogre grew ever closer. Glancing around Sister Augustine tried to think of a way to escape until her eyes fell on her dead horse.

The daemons seemed unafraid or her approaching the cooling corpse, knowing that she wouldn't be able to use the beast to escape from them even if it had been alive. Sister Augustine wasn't thinking of escape now though, she had something else in mind.

Grasping the thick shaft of the spear still lodged in her horse's throat she braced her foot against the saddle and pulled with all her might. As she strained against the suction of the corpse's thickening body fluids she could hear the steady pounding of the ogre's footsteps, growing ever louder as it closed in. Undaunted she pulled harder until finally the spear began to move.

The ogre seemed surprised when the Living Saint, trapped and overpowered, charged towards him and as the spear plunged into his chest he rocked backwards, barely staying on his feet. Sister Augustine wasn't finished yet and using the spear as a springboard she leapt up to grab one of the ogre's horns before plunging her blade into its eye socket until her hand vanished into the beast's skull.

Jumping clear before the ogre collapsed into the mud Sister Augustine scooped up two swords which lay discarded in the blood and muck before laying into the closest daemon with all her might.

She wasn't sure how long it took to fight her way back to the abbey, but by the time she did Sister Augustine was exhausted both physically and spiritually. Coated with daemonic filth and ichor she collapsed through the gate as it was slammed shut behind her.

Falling into one of the soldier's arms she grab him by the collar, pulling his face close. "How many?" She panted, barely able to speak.

"I dunno, ma'am. You certainly killed a fair few." The soldier replied, staring back out over the battle field.

"No," Sister Augustine breathed, "How many made it back?"

The soldier looked down at her with a warm smile. "Almost all of them, ma'am. We lost over a dozen horses, but only four or five of the riders went with them. The enemy seemed more concerned with you than any of the others."

"Good." Sister Augustine replied simply, before collapsing into a deep sleep.

The dream came slowly, drifting up through the darkness of sleep like a mist blowing in from over the ocean. At first it was just a memory of a sensation; the touch of fingers, the pumping of blood, the sparks of stimulation, but it slowly grew.

Augustine could feel the woman's lips on hers as hands caressed her body. Fingers stroked every inch of her, teasing and taunting her, making promises of pleasure to come before pulling away.

She had no idea how long it went on for, much like the blood and torment of the battle, but this battle was one she didn't want to win since victory would mean an end to the rapturous pleasure.

As she drifted awake the sensations became more real, the pleasures deeper and more overwhelming until the final crashing wave overcame her, exploding inside her and blasting her awake.

It took a moment for her to recognise her cell, the bare walls seeming strangely distant and surreal as she lay naked on her bed. Her armour had been cleaned and was laid on top of her chest where she normally kept it and her sword, or at least an identical replacement to the one she'd left lodged in the ogre's skull, lay beside it ready to be used.

Looking down at herself Augustine admired her hard, athletic body. Her femininity was in no way diminished by her well-toned muscles and her full, high breasts seemed ready for a lover's touch. Between her legs the sheets were soaked with her juices, as though a great torrent had burst from inside her, something which made her feel proud and excited in equal measure.

Suddenly Sister Augustine realised her thoughts seemed wrong, out of place and foreign, as if they were being thought through her rather than by her. Shocked and appalled she reached gown for the nightgown which lay discarded on the floor beside the bed and quickly pulled it on, smoothing it over her body as she step of the bed and moved to the water jug.

Filling the washing bowl Sister Augustine splashed her face and rubbed cool water into her eyes as she looked out of the window at the valley below. She used to love the view, a reminder of the wonder of God's creation, but now the landscape had been twisted and corrupted by the daemonic horde. The opposite hillside, once a flowing green forest, now was covered with fire pits and eldritch glows which showed sign of the foul magics and blasphemies being committed by the sinful creatures and their allies.

As she looked out, contemplating the sins being committed, Augustine felt her heart beat a little faster, her pussy warming once more. "You like that, don't you?" Came the whisper, the silken sweet voice which haunted her dreams.

Spinning around Sister Augustine scanned the room for the woman, but she was alone and there was nowhere anyone could've been hiding in the tiny cell. Shaking herself Sister Augustine turned back to the wash bowl, this time plunging her head into the cool water before tossing her head back with a sigh.

"Just a dream, you're just not fully awake yet. That's all." She told herself, fervently hoping it was true. 

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Desecration of a Living Saint Ch. 03



"It was a mistake." Sister Augustine hissed, trying to keep her voice low as she sat eating in the great hall. For the first time in three days the morning hadn't started in battle, and the garrison were taking the opportunity to eat a proper breakfast while they could. "I should've been more cautious, but in a moment of distraction I acted hastily and now five good people are dead."

"You may think that, but to the soldiers you're a hero." Across the table Sister Agatha smiled maternally as she slowly peeled an orange with old wizened hands. "How many people can boast they've killed an ogre in single combat, as well as slaughtering over a hundred daemons? Five may have died, but the tide of battle was turned by your actions, and because of that many more lived."

"It wasn't that many." Retorted Sister Augustine half-heartedly. To be honest she didn't even know if she was telling the truth or not, the whole battle was still just a haze. As was the night after it. To avoid thinking about it she quickly shoveled some honeyed porridge into her mouth, trying to concentrate on the sweet flavour rather than her incoherent dreams, or memories.

"To hear the soldiers tell it, it may have been nearer a thousand daemons you slew. I'm certain the number doubles each time the story is told." Sister Agatha continued, seemingly oblivious to her companion's reverie.

Glancing around the room Sister Augustine caught sight of a figure she knew vanishing through a side door, or more accurately the shadowy figure of someone who seemed to simply blend into the background while at the same time leaving the memory of beauty in her wake. Dropping her spoon in her bowl she jumped to her feet.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." She blurted, quickly making her way across the room even as Sister Agatha sat spluttering and startled behind her.

By the time she stepped through the door the figure was already disappearing around the corner at the far end of the hall. Hurrying as quickly as she could without seeming to be hurrying Sister Augustine followed, embarrassingly aware of how loud her footsteps sounded in the empty hallway.

Turning the corner she found the stranger waiting for her, an echo of a smile insinuating itself across her echo of a face. "I knew you'd come looking for me." The soothing voice uttered, its tone laced with promised passions which Augustine's body half remembered.

"Who are you?" Sister Augustine asked, her tone sharp and edged as her hand rested on the hilt of her sword.

Eyes which weren't there glanced languidly down at the unspoken threat for a moment before just as smoothly glided back up to Augustine's face, seemingly nonchalant over the sheathed weapon. "I'm just someone here to help you become who you deserve to be. What could possibly be wrong with that?"

Augustine shivered as the voice spoke, her body reacting as the eyes trailed over her as if anticipating something she couldn't even find words to explain. For a moment she was fully aware that right now the only thing covering her nudity was a thin woolen shirt and leggings, and just how easy they could be removed. Her heart quickened with that now familiar feeling and her heat began to boil inside her.

"Stop! Just... stop." Sister Augustine cried out, far louder than she'd intended.

"Stop what?" The figure asked innocently as it slowly began to drift closer.

Sister Augustine draw her sword with a shaking hand and held it out in front of her, half as a threat and half as a talisman to protect herself from whatever it was washing over her.

"I don't think you really want me to stop," The voice whispered in her head, "In fact, I think you want more..."

The creature was right in front of her now, its hand reaching out to gently push the blade aside as it stepped even closer. Sister Augustine tried to move, to bring her sword around to push the creature away or to step back away from it but her body wouldn't move, and for some reason she felt the urge to drop the sword and step forward, into the creature's embrace.

"I know you want more," The creature breathed, the words barely audible in the air as it leaned in close to whisper in Augustine's ear. "More of what I gave you last night."

The hand slipped down the front of leggings, fingers brushing over Augustine's moist lips so delicately she wasn't even certain if she'd felt the touch or not, while at the same time desperately wanting to feel it again.

Part of her wanted to scream, to fight, to push the creature away, but that part of her held no sway against the swirling emotions washing through her body. Her hips moved, without her knowing why, pressing her crotch up against the creature's hands as if to invite the fingers inside. With an echo of a smile the creature complied.

As the pleasure shot through her Augustine's limbs went numb, her sword clattering to the floor and her legs dropping her back against the wall behind her. The creature was right there with her, its arm around her waist as its hands slowly, gently worked its way into her, barely moving as Augustine's hips rubbed her crotch against the creature's hand.

Her head fell back, mouth falling open as a breathless sigh escaped her lips. One hand clawed at the wall as her other reached round and grasped the creature's wrist, holding the hand steady as Augustine fucked the fingers with everything she had.

The gentle caress of the creature's mouth slowly worked its way down Augustine's neck, kissing, licking and occasionally nibbling softly on the sensitive skin. Augustine could feel the creature's hand sliding up her back, carefully guiding her motions while at the same time holding her in place. The feeling of total surrender overcame her, and was soon followed by a wave of pleasure which almost ended her right there.

For several moments Augustine simple lay there, trapped in the creature's embrace pinned against the wall as her body floated on the orgasmic aftershock. When fingers brushed over her mouth she eagerly accepted them, sucking and licking them as she tasted her own cunt's overflowing juices.

Finally the creature pulled away, unpeeling itself from around Augustine as it stepped back to admire the view. Augustine's leggings had dropped to her knees, leaving her soaked and swollen sex on full display, and for a moment the creature seemed tempted to prolong the encounter before changing its mind.

"Meet me in the stables in one hour." The sweet lyrical voice sang to her. "And leave the sword in your cell." 

"I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner." Azul said as he rested his hand on the back of his new attendant's head. Cupping his balls with one hand she used the other to hold his shaft steady as she licked her way up and down his shaft, her tongue wrapping itself around him as she went. "Much better use of your mouth than you're predecessor."

"Yes, mi'lord." The former slave gasped for a moment before going back to her work, taking her master's cockhead into her mouth before sucking gently but firmly.

Azul looked up as the tent flap rustled in the breeze to see a dark robed figure watching. Smiling at her he waved towards her, "Care to join us? My new attendant has a very talented mouth which I'm sure you'd appreciate."

"I'm afraid I have an appointment to keep. Another time, perhaps?" The honeyed words dripped into the air, causing Azul's cock to swell in the attendant's mouth for a moment.

"If you're not here for pleasure, I take it you have news?" He asked, trying to hide his obvious disappointment.

The stranger's ghostly smile washed over her featureless face. "The commander is almost prepared. I'd counsel you to launch an attack in two hours, by then I should have her adequately occupied as to be of little consequence."

Azul smiled and pressed down harder on his attendant's head, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. The girl gagged for a moment before shifting herself slightly, straightening her throat to allow the prick easier access. "I take it you've discovered her weakness then?" He asked the stranger, who was still watching the sordid display with rapt attention.

"I have." Her luxurious tones purred, "In fact I've discovered several of them, all of which I hope to be exploiting shortly. In fact I must leave now to make sure of it."

"Yes yes, go ahead." Azul replied, waving his hand dismissively as the stranger disappeared through the entrance.

Grabbing the attendant's head with both hands he thrust his cock as deep as he could into her mouth as he grunted heavily. As his cock began to disgorge his seed he sighed with pleasure, holding his attendant in place as he filled her belly with his seed.

Finished he pushed her away, letting the last of his seed splash over her face as he did. Smiling down at her he watched as the slave wiped the sticky mess with her fingers before licking them clean with every sign of enjoyment.

"Let's just hope all my endeavours have such a happy ending."

It was quiet and dark in the stables as Augustine stepped inside, which was something of a surprise as half a dozen families were supposed to have been billeted there but no-one was in sight. Most of the stalls were empty too, with the few surviving horses after the previous day's battle out on patrol.

Augustine wasn't even sure why she was there. Some shadowy figure who she couldn't even remember had told her to come, and so here she was, but why? For a moment she was tempted to leave, to go to Sister Agatha and tell her all about what had been happening to her. And then she saw her.

The creature was stood leaning against the entrance to the furthest horse box, her form giving the impression of nudity while, as usual, the details were obscured. It didn't matter to Augustine; the impression she received was of such sublime beauty she was frozen in place, unable to move, unable to speak, unable even to think. Until the creature summoned her with the wave of a finger, then she was unable to stop herself.

"I'm glad you came." The voice whispered in the air, and Augustine felt herself blushing as she remembered what had happened in the corridor earlier. "I have a surprise for you."

As she stepped up to the box Augustine looked inside and saw two young men in their late teens standing there. She vaguely remembered them as farm hands who'd managed to escape the daemon's advance by being drunk in a clearing several miles from their homes when the daemons attacked. If it hadn't been for a random patrol running through the clearing they'd probably have still been there.

At first they'd planned on drafting the men into the garrison, but after one of them had almost cut of the other's ear off and other had almost cut off him own hand during basic training they'd been cleared for kitchen duty instead.

Standing there in the horse box, naked as the day they were born, Augustine saw that the boy's talents were being seriously wasted. Both looked as though they had a third leg hanging between their normal two, and with the naked creature standing right beside her their extra legs were both facing the ceiling.

The only thing Augustine could say was, "Wow..."

Sounding almost bashful the creature's voice whispered in Augustine's ear, "I know I hinted that you'd be getting pleasured now, but first I'd like you to show these two men your loyalty to me." Augustine stared over at the creature innocently, unsure what was required of her. With a sigh the creature explained, "You're to pleasure them." She said, gesturing towards the two waiting cocks.

"But, I..." Augustine stammered, "I've never..."

The creature laughed, a sweet light laugh which made Augustine want to kiss her right there. "Poor thing, you don't have to do anything other than lay back and let them do whatever they want to you."

Sister Augustine was disgusted with the idea of letting these two idiots even touch her, but before she could even say a word her body was stepping into the horse box with a smile.

The first boy, a blonde with a dimple on his cheek, grabbed her arm as soon as she was close enough, pulling her into his embrace. His lips pressed against hers and she opened wide, letting his tongue into her mouth as he licked and sucked her roughly. It was the first time a man had ever kissed her and she wasn't sure if she was enjoying it or not. It didn't matter though; she was doing what the creature wanted and was sure to be rewarded for it.

The second boy, a brunette with deeply tanned skin, knelt behind her, pulling her cuisse so roughly Augustine heard the seam rip. For some reason that seemed to excite her, especially when the boys hands took rough hold of her waist, pulling her ass back against his face.

Of the two he was obviously more experienced with women and while his blonde friend started to make his way down Augustine's neck in a series of slobbery, drooling kisses the brunette began making far better use of his tongue between her legs.

His long powerful licks run up each side of her labia, ending with a quick flick on her clit each time. Before long Augustine found herself moving to his direction, grinding her hips to rub her crotch against his tongue, trying to hold him on her sensitive and eager bud for even a fraction of a second longer.

Losing patience the blonde grabbed Augustine's gambeson with both hands and with a powerful tug ripped the woolen shirt open to expose her breasts. Not wasting any time he grabbed each of them in his hands, squeezing and tugging them roughly as he sucked one nipple then the other into his mouth.

"These sure are great titties for a nun." He declared, before sucking Augustine's nipple into his mouth and clamping his teeth down hard. She cried out loudly and grabbed at the boy's hair, trying to pull him away only to find the creature beside her, her own hand resting on Augustine's.

"Remember, they get to do anything they want to you." The silken voice whispered in her ear. Augustine relaxed, her fingers slowly uncurling from the boy's golden locks and instead stroking his head as he ground his teeth on her sensitive teat.

Perhaps there was something buried deep within her, or perhaps it was his friend's expert ministrations between her thighs, but after a while Augustine began to enjoy the pain. The shocks shooting up from her stiff and bruised nipple mixed with the slowly building waves of pleasure from her crotch sending her mind wild with desire.

The first orgasm rocked through her body as Augustine's legs failed her and she fell back onto the brunette's face. She felt her juices splashing over her thighs and down onto the boy as he pressed his tongue hard against her clit, working it around the bud as he prolonged the burning pleasure for Augustine as long as he could.

Finally, as Augustine's quivering body came back under her control, the boy pulled away. Smiling up at his friend he declared, "You gotta taste this fuckhole, man. She's got the sweetest cuntcream I ever tasted." Augustine was shocked to be described so crassly, while at the same time feeling proud at being the best.

"How about we trade?" The blonde replied, finally releasing his grip on Augustine's tortured nipple, which only caused more pain to course up inside her.

Shaking his head the brunette pulled Augustine down into the hay, "Nah man, if I don't plug this whore soon I'll blow my load on the floor." With no further ado he climbed on top of the nun, using one hand on her shoulder to steady her on the floor as he guided his prick to her sodden opening with the other.

With one quick thrust he plunged himself into her, ripping apart her insides and sending Augustine squirming in pain. As the blood flowed out of her and Augustine screamed in agony the boy simply laughed, "There goes her maidenhood!"