Definitely that. That is good.

Harvey nodded repeatedly, as vigorously as he could from his current position. Who could say no to an offer like that? He'd have to be insane to pass it up when the nun looked ready to go and all his poor guy had felt was his own hand for about a year since he'd gotten here.

He saw the nun's throat move as she gulped, nodding sheepishly, then hid her face again. She shifted backward just slightly, so that the frills of her robe were pressing against Harvey's nose and tickling him. His vision was a red curtain, limited to nothing more than the breadth of the nun's hips.

He remembered that nun's surprisingly shy reaction, and held it in his mind as he felt her fingers quickly curl onto his shorts and pull them down, revealing his already throbbing erection. He imagined her making that same tentative face, as she slowly lowered her head...

That memory, of a moment which took place just seconds earlier...

...Was blown away instantly. He'd been mistaken, hadn't he? "There's no way... a shy girl like that... is doing this...!"

His penis was being attacked by a hungry demon. The woman looked so soft, he had pictured her doing some sedentary work in the church... But those nuns in the church have to clean, kneel to pray, and all other kinds of physical activities, right? That had to explain how this nun was able to use her arms to prop herself on either side, then flexibly bob her head and (frankly, slobbery) lips repeatedly on his shaft. He tried to picture what it must have looked like and found he couldn't. He couldn't figure out how his fully erect penis was disappearing into her throat over and over. The bed creaked and moaned, and Harvey wondered if Liam on the top bunk could possibly still be asleep. Harvey was trying his best not to let out a groan from the ****, but it might be a wasted effort. It felt like an actual attack... He was sure more than just his legs were going to be sore the next day.

"Shit. How do I know... if she wants it in her mouth? I can barely hold it... fuck...!" the knight trainee thought to himself, hoping the increasing twitching of his member would let her in on it... because there wasn't much he could do to hold it. He tapped on the bed as if submitting to a wrestling submission, but she didn't seem to hear or respond.

With the ass pressed right onto his face, now bucking on its own, the sweet-smelling soap Harvey had been surrounded in the scent of was replaced by the funk of her sex. Her dark sweat-covered thighs gripped tightly around the sides of his head.

If she wanted out, it was last call. Harvey slapped the bedsheets one more time, loudly, before he finally gave in, releasing a huge load... directly into the nun's mouth. She hadn't pulled back fast enough. She squirmed, then turned to look back at him... preposterously, she was looking at him with a confused expression visible from her brow, her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk stuffed with his semen.

He looked back at her, having no idea what to do or tell her. "Swallow it?" he tried mouthing to her, silently.

The nun didn't react, as though she couldn't interpret his silence. Finally... she opened her mouth, revealing all of the nasty stuff clumped up in her jaw... turned to lean over the side of the bed... and spat it onto the floor.

"What the fuck?!" Harvey thought to himself in disbelief. "Who the fuck is gonna clean that up? What's... wrong with this chick?!"

She gave him a strange, cold expression. He knew that expression meant "you're going to clean it up, or else." He had no idea why.

Without any further words, the huge, sweating nun pushed herself up from Harvey's bed and got onto her feet, then tramped away, looking especially girlish for a woman her size.

Harvey stared down at his own sloppy cock, covered in lipstick, his own juices, and the woman's saliva, panting. He glanced around, especially looking at his sister, and was pleased to see everyone still seemed to be asleep. Not that he cared bragging about his sexual exploits, but... he thought he needed some more sleep to begin to explain to anyone asking what had just happened. Still...

"Ms. Ralli's gonna kill me if she sees this mess left over from the nun she lent me," Harvey acknowledged, dutifully sitting up in his bed to start the process of cleaning up.

Ralli stood outside the bedchamber door, gasping for a moment while considering the strange flavor and the stranger situation. She began walking towards her own room again, clutching her hands to the habit on her head as she tried to make sense of it.

"I don't understand. I don't understand. I thought I was supposed to be disgusted by eating humans... But Harvey's penis... meat... I couldn't stand it. I... craved it. I wanted it in my mouth so badly. It tasted... so amazing. For a deathspeaker to eat a powerful, meaty human felt right... I am surprised I did not bite him. I wanted..."

She gulped, then gasped, her still-cum-stained mouth stretching open as she remembered it. Her tongue flicked around the inside of her mouth hungrily, automatically, searching for any remnants.

"I wanted to try swallowing it! I wanted to try that taste, too! I sensed him watching me and I couldn't do it...! Maybe the next time Harvey wins, he'll ask for the nun again?! Maybe I'll get to taste his big cock again!"

The woman finally calmed down as she realized what she was picturing ran directly counter to her goals as an instructor. "No... Harvey won't win again. This will be the only time he is granted that favor."

Finding herself at peace again at the thought, Ralli returned to her room.