Interlude: Communion with a God

“Oh great God-Givers, please have mercy upon us sisters.” Sister Chaski neels as she recites the beginning of her prayer, the howling of the wind faintly audible even here in this secluded spot, deep within the nunnery. The storm’s the worst any of them have seen in years, and as the snow began to block the door, it became clear that the village might need help. As the most senior nun, it obviously fell to Chaski to make the offering and ask for assistance.

“Oh God-Givers, please accept this offering!” she shouts in reverence, pulling aside her habit to plunge her fingers into her pussy. She’s already made sure she’s nice and wet, just how the Gods like it, as she begins to masturbate furiously.

“Ah, ah” she breathes heavily, not bothering to hold in her moans as she plunges her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. “Oh Gods, take my juices!”

Her expert fingers quickly find their ways to her G-spot as she runs her thumb over her clit. “Ah, oh gods” she sighs, “Gods, I’m about to cum in your honour!”

With a final cry, she squirts onto the ground, her feverish jilling coming to an end. Gathering up her strength, she completes the incantation in the language of the gods;

“Товарищ, просим помощи!” The room goes silent as she waits for the voice of the Gods to appear, to tell her whether her prayers have been answered.

“Запрос удовлетворен!” Comes the cold, booming metallic voice of the Gods, and Chaski sighs with relief. She’s done this enough times to know that that means her request has been granted.

“Thank you, oh Gods” she whispers, as the room goes dark. She stays as still as can be, hardly daring to breathe as she can hear the door to the chamber of the Gods open. She shuts her eyes, not daring to look.

With a clatter, something is placed onto the metal floor, and Chaski hears the chamber doors closing. Opening her eyes, she comes face to face with the gift.

It’s a….she doesn’t really know how to describe it, it’s unlike anything she’s seen before, even other stuff from the Gods. She peers over it, trying to glean it’s nature. She supposes that the strange contraptions on the back could be wheels, but why are they encased inside another substance?

Chaski’s thoughts are interrupted as the door behind her is shoved open. “Sister” comes Jeanette’s husky voice, “I take it the prayer session was a success?”

“The gods have granted us a new miracle,” Chaski replies, “the only problem being, I don’t understand what it is.”

“Here, let me see.” Jeanette takes a long look at the thing, running her hands over its cool metal exterior. “These look like skis” she says, pointing to its front, “maybe it’s meant to move across snow?”

“That would explain why we got it” Chaski replies, “but there’s only one way to be sure.”

At that moment, a particularly strong gust of wind howls against the nunnery’s doors. Jeanette grimaces. “Well, this is going to be fun.”