Conversion begins

A repeated nudging stirs from your sleep. Having been quite comfortable and sound, you groan in defiance. In your groggy state, you even lost track of where you were.

"Please, Doolyn, five more minutes!"

"The Archdeacon may have been lax with rousing you to the day, but you won't be so lucky with me" The voice of Colonel Dilancia bolts you awake. Though you would still rather be asleep, being so wrong and so embarrassed makes your senses fully alert, as does your desire to not fail her.

"Oh jeez!" You apologize as you turn over to see her already out of bed, though still stark naked "I am so sorry! I'm up, I'm up!" You throw the covers off and rise to your feet. You feel further embarrassed by your morning erection, but she doesn't seem to mind or even notice it.

"Good" She said with a smile "Now, how do we begin each morning?"

"With our prayers, to Mastro." The Colonel simply nods in agreement as she motions to the floor.

"Does it have to be the same prayer every morning, Dilah?"

"For the moment, it's Colonel" As she sat in position, facing the east "And yes. Repetition encourages adherence. What you know in your mind, you will eventually know in your heart."

"But, what if it never happens? What if I never feel it in my heart?" As you sit next to her.

"Than you will try to find excuses not to do it, or you will not fully commit to the exercise. Changing the words and saying a different prayer each morning also allows you to meander. Whatever you think or feel in the moment is sufficient. That may be good enough for farmers and candlemakers, but we are set on a different course, for a higher purpose."

"Does a higher purpose also mean never sleeping in again?" You smile slightly with a slight joke. Dilah dips her head slightly in scorn "It does for initiates who still have much to learn, and for those who are on an important mission. You are both. Now, no more questions. We shall pray..."

You know better than to defy her. Your upper body naturally straightens out as perfectly as possible as you recite the morning prayer with Dilancia. It will probably take some time before the prayer is fully memorized, and in the meantime you speak it quietly so as to hopefully avoid loudly saying the wrong word or phrase.

Mastro, watch over me as I begin this day.
Allow me to be your faithful servant, so that I may carry out your will.
Carry my feet so that I may venture to where I am most needed.
Guide my sight, so that I may clearly perceive the world and administer your justice.
I swear now and forever to defend the innocent and condemn the wicked.
I pray for your wisdom great Mastro, so that I may always know the difference...

There's a slight pause, as Dilancia looks at you "It helps if you flex your upper legs before you leap to your feet. Those are the muscles that are doing the brunt of the work." Whether it's lack of strength or flexibility, getting up on your feet as fluidly as she does is still a struggle. You start to feel a little down about it, but she's there to buck you up.

"You're improving already." She said with a soft smile. With her standing in front of you, stark naked, you feel yourself distracted again. The desire you feel for her is almost perpetual, it seems.

"Thank you" You respond earnestly "Dilah, may I ask you a question?"

"As my student and protege I expect you to. Please continue"

"Have you ever thought of settling down?" You recognize how that question could be interpreted, and immediately begin to try and backtrack "I'm not saying that you're old or anything. Just, you know, thought about a future that doesn't involve waking up at the crack of dawn and being solely concerned with vanquishing evil."

"I have, yes" She responds softly. "Though much of it seemed like little more than selfish fantasy."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this is a lifelong commitment. There's no early retirement for Paladin's, especially not for those of the Sacred Flame."

"I understand. Still, when you do have those fantasies, what do you think of?" You step slightly closer. The colonel cracks a slight smile, her face made bright and warm from the sun "You're asking me if I ever thought of stopping all this and lived the rest of my life with someone, living each day truly joyous just to have each others company, aren't you?"

"Ya" Your hand reflexively reaches the back of your head in nervousness "I guess I am, in a way. Will we still be together when you're done training me? When we find Archdeacon Doolyn, what happens to us?"

The smile shrinks from the Colonel, but her caring doesn't. "I would be lying if I said I knew for certain. Fate is a fickle thing. What I do know is this," As she comes in close, lingering just a few inches from your face "Even if we do have to separate, you will never leave my thoughts, or my heart." You pull her by the hair, closing the distance and kissing her compassionately. The previously quiet moment becomes increasingly loud as your hands move about each other, causing indiscrete moans to escape. With closed eyes, you both stumble back to bed. As Dilah's legs press against the strong, old oak of the frame, she pushes away from you just enough so that she can sit on the edge. She makes a slight show as she spreads her legs, heels still pulled in. Her hands softly stroke the outer folds of her pussy as she leans back on the bed and fluidly lifts her legs in the air.

Stepping close, the bed is at a perfect height for you to be able to penetrate her while standing off from the bed. Your hands softly hold each of Dilah's thighs as her feet dangle overhead behind you, almost hitting your horns.

"Come now Demetria" Dilah said sultrily, "This time I want to see you in charge." With some difficulty, she wraps her fingers around the tip of your demonic cock "I need to see that you know what you're doing. Fuck me like you own me." An unusual expression to come from someone like her, but you are nothing if not compliant. Still being a new sensation for both of you, you push yourself in slowly. Dilah seems flushed and highly excited almost immediately, even before you start rocking yourself back and forth. Sliding yourself almost completely out before retreating back inside causes her breasts to start rock up and down hypnotically. The slow, loving pace works well, but Dilah seems driven for more.

Her legs deliberately slide off your shoulders, wrapping themselves around your waist, just above your tail and trying to pull you even deeper inside her. Getting the hint, your hands grasp on to her hips and begin to pump hard and fast.

"Yes! Yes! YESSS!" She calls out, encouraging you even further. Reaching behind her, Dilah grasps onto whatever knot of pillow or clothing she can. "Fuck me Demi! Don't stop!" You had no intention of doing anything of the sort, but her calls of lust and encouragement drive you to give her everything she can, in turn causing her to scream as she cums; an experience she probably hasn't experienced in years, and almost certainly the first time she experienced like this; with a cock attached to a woman. Her perfectly contented post orgasm glow and smile hits somewhere deep inside; something that seems to cause you to reach your own orgasm more suddenly than you anticipated. There's loud moans from you both after you stop cumming, and slowly pull out.

"Wow, I'm surprised" Dilah said "You had just gotten off last night, and you still cum so much. Is that normal?"

You shrug in indifference "I don't know. Normal for me, I guess. What that means for anyone else, who can say?"

"Well, I love it, even if it means we have to clean up more" Her point seemingly made as she stands on her feet, and a slow river of white runs down her legs onto the floor. As she gets up, she gives you another deep, passionate kiss. In the bliss, you almost missed something.

"You called me Demi" You pointed out, causing the older woman to blush like she was a teenager again, somehow unsure of herself.

"I don't know where that came from, but it felt right." Her response was sheepish like her body language.

"I like it, it's cute" You reassure her with another soft kiss "But probably a name just between us, less we give away our relationship."

"I greatly suspect Xandria already knows, or suspects, but he knows how to keep secrets, I feel. Your idea is sound, Demi"