He offers a deal

When she had regained her composure, the Monsignor turned his sharp gaze to me. "So, young man," he began, his tone now curious, "what is your name?"

"Rickie," I replied, trying to match the confidence that seemed to fill the room like incense. "I didn't mean to claim Sister Angela, I just-"

The Monsignor waved a hand, cutting me off mid-sentence. "I am aware of the nature of your intentions. However, the act itself is what matters now. You see, in this new world order, we are all called to serve in different ways." He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin as he regarded me thoughtfully. "Sister Angela says you might be of use to me. Tell me, what skills do you possess?"

I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, I'm good with my hands," I began, thinking of the various odd jobs I had done before the world turned upside down. "I can fix things, I'm strong, and I can take care of myself."

The Monsignor nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Useful skills, indeed. But in this new world, we must all find new purposes. Sister Angela here," he gestured to the still-kneeling nun, "once cared for children and saw to their education. But now, by necessity, she has discovered new talents that bless the church."

He made a small gesture with his fingers and the nun swiftly crawled under the desk the Monsignor sat behind. She was mostly obscured from my view, but the occasional bob of her blonde hair and the quiet slurping sounds made her current task very obvious.

The Monsignor's smile grew wider, "She is quite... devoted to the Lord's work." He paused to chuckle at his own innuendo before continuing. "Now, as for your purpose, I am in need of a ... liaison. Someone who can ensure that the surrounding community remains loyal to the church and to keep any ne'er-do-wells at arms length."

My heart raced. This sounded dangerous. I had never wanted to be a fighter, but it really didn't feel like I was in any position to turn him down. The Monsignor leaned forward, his eyes boring into mine. "You would be well-rewarded for your service. You would be under my protection, and the Lord blesses those who follow his path." His eyes flicked meaningfully towards his crotch where Sister Angela was still diligently serving him under the desk.

"Your main role would be to interact with the local...unbelievers," he continued. "Make them see the virtue of submitting to the church and its new laws." His voice grew harder. "And if they do not see the light, you will ensure they are... persuaded."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my nerves in check. The idea of fighting for this man, of enforcing his will, wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I set out to find a woman to claim. But the offer of protection was tempting. And I was so horny. The thought of Sister Angela attending to my own needs was overwhelming my better judgement.