Ambush

_You are no follower of Razore Heresy, we both know that. Claim to be one is a serious offence, and insult to our church. Who told you to do that?

_I saw it in a movie, sister Eknia.

_In a …what?

_Hard to explain. Anyway, I was only trying to avoid being tortured to **** by a mad scientist. Really. I meant no offense to you, or to your religion, I promise.

_In that case, you may start redeeming yourself. By telling me about your gift.

_Sorry, I didn’t knew today is your birthday.

_You think this is a joke. You think I cannot have you flayed alive and dismembered. While my healers prevent your dead, in a way that does nothing to reduce the pain.

_Being honest, you don’t look like the type who does that kind of stuff. No.

_I am not the kind of person who takes pleasure in that kind of stuff. Don’t mistake one for the other.

_I don’t know what you are talking about! Yes, someone told me about the Razore stuff, and neglected to say anything about that being insulting to your people. Albeit, given the circumstances I don’t think knowing that would have stopped me. I don’t know if she is still alive, probably not, I just don’t wanted to create any more trouble for her, if she survived the night. She is not necessarily a law binding citizen, for conventional standards, but she saved my life. Twice!

_Why you think this person may no longer be alive?

_Last time I saw her, she was still in that place where I as kept prisoner. To be vivisected at earliest convenience of my host. She was surrounded by enemies and stayed behind to buy time, so I had a chance to escape. You understand why I didn’t wanted to betray her.

_I am disappointed. Your trust me so little that you don’t even considered that I can be the best hope this lover of yours has to scape her predicament?

_I…, you are right High Priestess. You are right. I wasn’t thinking, really. I can show you where that house is, if you have a map. My friend. She was caught last night. Her name is Vasha. If they didn’t killed her, she is probably being kept in the basement.

_Our knights and priestesses already found the house. They got the opportunity to question one of the gentlemen you had been fighting.

That “fighting” was a generous way to describe it. Our hero noticed to himself.

_...the steps are being taken through the proper channels. Meanwhile, the house is surrendered and under vigilance, no one will leave it. Still, I am happy to see you don’t entirely distrust me.

_About my “gift”.

_Yes?

_I became stronger than I used to be. More resistant, I think. Something like that.

_Is that all…?

_Well, I don’t understand it, how it happened or what are the rules. Perhaps there is more; Perhaps not.

_Hum. Is certainly unusual. When things like that happen, accidents with that particular spell. In that specific Inter-Dimensional Well. Usually, the person arrives destined to do something important. Have some sort of role in the destiny of out Continent. And usually the power granted by destiny as a gift to those individuals is, something more, unusual. Something rare, often unique.

_I know. You told me that, before. About everybody who spoke to me in the Imperial Palace said that to me, more than once.

Sister Eknia could not avoid a giggle, but immediately repressed it.

_I know. Some in the palace still keep spies following, I am sure! Who does that, is impossible to know. Or how many.

_They could offer me a job, instead of paying spies to follow me. That way would be easier to know where I am and what I am doing. Probably cheaper too.

_Yes, but then they would miss the chance to compete against each other. To prove who has the most competent spy net in this city. Is all a very ancient game among the nobles of our nation, really. Other nations are no better, for what I am told.

_I see…

_One last thing.

Sister Eknia, the head of Xor-azar-ox Church on Hive World standed up, in her highly concealing and prude robes. Her presence filled the room, and the world, with breathtaking weight and rapture.

Our hero, melted in tears of guilt.

_I lied to you, sister. I am sorry. I know how my gift work, actually. I…

_Shush! All I want to say in this. That door, the Door for Redemption, every Church of Xor-azar-ox has one, but only the initiated members know about that. You WILL NOT speak about it, with anyone, ever! Am I clear?

_Yes, sister. Bu…

_Shush. Don’t worry. You will tell me about your gift some other time, I forgive you for that lie.

_Her forgiveness brough our hero orgasmic peace of soul, in that moment. Was as if all his troubles had been erase. His spirit was in peace.

Sister Eknia walked to the door, then twisted her waist back, to look at our hero one last time before leaving.

_Have you not indulged in lewd distractions with this ‘friend’ of yours, who helped you escape with your live? Twice.

_No sister. Yes. I mean, yes, that is true. I, we, did nothing like that.

With that, sister Eknia left the room.

Moments later a young nun, short and chubby, entered bringing food and black beer.

_The Superior Mother Orshay told our abbess to let you stay in the island for another night. “Superior orders”, she said. You are free to walk around today and tomorrow, but after that, the raft will take you back to the city. Men are not allowed here, usually.

Took her some time to deliver this message, trough their linguistic barrier. Our hero had been one year in this world, but by good part of that, he had been relying in magical translation most the time. Still, with some effort and patience from both sides he was now able to understand some basic or the common language spoken by most people in the capital and region.

When he understood it, his plate and mug had been empty for a long time.

Someone called from the outside. By the reaction of the nun, they were protesting the fact that Sister Ambush had been alone in the company of this strange for too long. And should move back to her more usual tasks in the monastery.

Our hero walked around. Everybody was welcoming and smiling, but after a feel moments seemed worried by his presence. Every step of the way there was people watching him, from different directions. One vigilant eye in particular was persistent. He imagined that should be the overseer responsible to make him uncomfortable here. Not too much, just the right measure of uncomfortable.

They didn’t allowed him to participate in the common sacraments and meals. But sister Ambush brought him very generous meals. Dinner, evening lunch, soup, and six more meals the next day. Everything was so delicious, and portions so generous, that he was sure we had to leave the island fast.

Otherwise leaving would become impossible. Since he would be unable to go through the porticos of open doors.

Every time the chubby and friendly nun brough him food and beer she stayed a little longer, before the voice call her attention to the passage of time. She was interested in know about the city, and his life outside. Also, his past, once he managed to explain he was an outsider brough to this universe by magical accident.

Everybody in the abbey was curious about why he was brough here and allowed to recover in this place. If he wasn’t misreading the astrological configuration of things, the gentle brunet was curious about something else as well.

One time, he followed from the vegetable garden into the kitchen after manage to slip away from his vigilant watcher. Without a world, he carried the nun into a dark room with a hand in her mouth to prevent her protests to attract attention.

When our hero replaced the hand for his mouth, violating the girl with his tong, she protested. Trying to push him away. A little.

However, when he found the way through her monastic robe and pinched one of her small nipples with his fingers, she stopped fighting. Her tights were still crossed, but his hand was able to intrude between them deep enough to feel the sweat pussy for one moment. He kissed her neck, and she did not cried for help, despite having her mouth free to do that.

His other hand explored bellow the robes, stealing a fast reading her body. She had small breasts, and small nipples, a pear, sweet and juice as fits the metaphor. Bringing to mind a Italian Renascence oil painting.

Our hero knew there was no time, their privacy would not last much longer. So, he stepped back and left. Surprising the little nun with that retreat as much as he had with the ****.

Next meal she came, as if nothing had happened.

They talked a little further, and she looked at the door more often than normal. Standing to leave a moment before the voice call her. Other than that, she was as smiling and friendly as ever, and he could have suspected he attacked some identical twin of her in the kitchen instead. If wasn’t for those tiny details.

Later that night, our hero was awaken on his bed when the door opened. And tree nuns entered.