Handle things quickly for Glenda

You want to swat that annoying gnat of an imp from over your head. Maybe chop him in half with your sword. But you know he is right. Glenda is pawing at you and trying to kiss you and there is no denying she would prevent an easy escape in her condition. You don't trust the imp to help one bit.

"I'll handle her," you say.

"This will be good," chuckles the imp, leaning back in midair as if relaxing and beginning to stroke his oversized cock.

You turn to Glenda and pull her against you, pressing your lips to her ear and whispering, "Do you remember what Sister Ivona taught us to do in the baths? The thing that we all learned to do?"

"Ohhhh yes," moans Glenda, reaching around to grab your bottom through your waterlogged gown. "Let me do it to you."

"Later, sweetie," you purr, trying to pretend that awful imp isn't watching your every move. "Right now you are the one who needs some relief. Let me help you, the way we sometimes used to help each other in the bath."

"Yes," cries Glenda softly. "Yes. Please, sister. Help me. I need it sooo bad."

"Good. Now, on your knees here beside the pool. Spread them apart a little wider. Recite your prayers sister, they will give you strength."

As sister Glenda kneels beside the bath, you kneel behind her, slipping one hand around her slender hip and cupping the silky fur of her cunt and the warm plumpness of her virgin sex. She tilts her head back, soft lips falling open as she moans with pleasure from your very first touch. You begin to rub her, gently, remembering the way Ivona showed you under the water.

You kiss Glenda's shoulder, her neck, and then press your lips again to her ear and whisper, "Say the prayer for strength, sister. Call out to the Burning Rose to guide your heart."

"Ohhhh, yes. Yes. Thank you, sister," gasps Glenda. Her lips begin to move in a silent mouthing of the prayer. Your fingers glide over Glenda's hot grove, stroking your swollen lips, slick with honey, and finding the fleshy pebble of her clit. She whines through her silent prayer and thrusts her hips to fuck against your fingers. You do not violate her chastity, but you come dangerously close, gliding your fingers into the hot nectar of her hole and spreading it over her straining mound.

"You good with one hand," laughs the imp, "but you ambidextrous?"

He flaps into reach, wagging his rigid cock at you invitingly. You swipe your fingers at him and he bobs away, squealing with amusement.

"Buzz off before I squash you!" you growl at him.

"Buzz off? Sister need me. Need this bigggg cock." He swoops closer again, as if he is going to push his cock into your mouth. You swipe at him again and this time he shocks you by thrusting his cock into your hand. Your fingers wrap around his hot meat. "Ohhhhh, yeah, that's it. So good."

You quickly fling him away by his cock and he thumps into the wall, dazed, but still as obviously randy as before. He is wise enough to stay out of your reach though as he resumes stroke his own cock and fondling his huge, cum-filled balls. You return your full attention to Glenda. She is rocking back against you, thrusting her bottom against your hips. If it weren't for your wet gown, you would be grinding back against her. Even with the gown it is little barrier to your desires. You have to focus and pray to the Burning Rose to resist the urge to seek your own pleasure.

Glenda begins to moan, saying your name softly, "Sabine. Sabbbbbbine."

Her hips work faster and harder, thrusting the straining bud of her clit against the heel of your palm as she grinds her slick folds onto your fingers. You feel the tension building in her body. She reaches back and holds your hip with one hand. Her other grasps one of her tiny breasts and pinches and pulls at a tiny pink nipple.

"Yesssssss!" she wails, throwing her head back against your shoulder. You feel the spasms of pleasure that wrack her body. Her thighs shake. Her ass pushes back roughly against you. Her cry of pleasure becomes a wail of faith. "Goddess!!"

For a moment you feel saturated in soothing warmth. A calmness and clarity comes over you. Not only must you save Glenda, but you must take the precious sword of St. Magdalena to the abbey in Gerlangen. You know this with absolute certainty. It is a beautiful moment of realized faith. Your goddess has communicate directly to you.

And then the moment is ruined as the imp rains his spurt cum onto your shoulder and and legs and into Glenda's hair. You look up, shielding your eyes from the sickening gushes of the imp seed as he furiously wanks himself to release.

"Aahhhhh! Dyke sluts in heat!" His cum ceases to launch and reduces to a dripping dribble that patters into the water of the bath. You give the daemon a hateful glare and towel off before you or Glenda are exposed to any dangerous venom in the imp's seed. You shoot him a hateful glare, but decide to leave it at that. You have more important problems than smashing that gnat right now. You have to get out of here.

"Thank you sister. Thank you for saving me." Glenda blushes as you withdraw your hand and allow her to stand up. "I am sorry, I..."

"No time for apologies. We must get this sword to safety. This relic may be the key to defeating this daemonic incursion."

"I felt it too," says Glenda. She begins to pull on her discarded clothing. "The main drainage pipe leads all the way out to the sea. We can--"

Glenda is interrupted by a loud clank and a woman's wail from the hall just outside the baths. Something is coming and quickly. Your hand tightens on the handle of the holy blade.