Monica is curious

"Such a homely place," Monica says as she enters Bria's den.

Monica walks around, exploring the flat, while Bria stands by the door, watching her body sway with each step. The priestess can feel Bria's gaze upon her, like she was undressing her with her eyes.

'Why does it feel so hot in here?' Monica walks slowly, pretending to investgate the place. In her mind, she pictures that woman by the door thinking of the dozen or so ways she will tease and finger the priestess. '"Every woman offers a special touch to pleasure,"' Monica remembered the saying from her previous partner. 'I wonder what an out-of-towner will give me.'

Most of Monica's sexual experience comes from women. Having been among them for many years, it was only a matter of time before she fell victim to some of their nightly fun, and Monica was all for it. Relationships with men aren't banned perse, but, like many sisters, they felt it was either too risky or too intimate. Monoca will never the first night she had with her mentor.

The days leading up to it, Monica has seen those hungry eyes on her, fearing she was weak or perhaps some danger among the other priestesses. While she was happy to now know she had nothing to fear, seeing Bria look at her the same way brought back many of those similar emotions. This time, it excited her.

"So, Bria," Monica rests her hand on the chair and rubs her thumb in circular motions around the rounded edge. "What was this secret you wanted share?"

Bria came forward, but then sat on the couch. "It would be easier to show you."

Monica did as she was told. The second her butt was on the couch, Bria leans in to kiss. Monica does not fight her, in fact pulling her in, letting Bria over take her as they exchange saliva and nibble into one another's lips.

Bria pulls herself away to toss her shirt aside, helping Monica with hers after. Soon, Monica's skirt was off, then her shorts, and finally her bloomers.

'Bloomers?' Bria thought. 'Now these things are truly unholy.'

Bria begins with some bites to Monica's legs, working her way up to dance her tongue around the clit, before her lips firmly pressed into her entrance.

The priestess moaned, her voice a cute symphony while the stranger took full advantage of the naked woman before her. Monica pinched and massaged her breast while sucking on the fingers of her other hand. Bria was pleased to see she was treating it like a phallus; motioning her head back and forth as if another cock was available for her.

Out of curiosity, Bria raised a hand of her own, and Monica replaced her own fingers with Bria's, giving her an excuse to fondle bother her breasts.

'I want to know what she does when she is with other sisters,' Bria thought.

Then, Bria stops. She sits back in her side of the couch.

"Why did you stop?" Monica asked agitated.

"My secret," Actually, it was because Bria knew Monica was on the edge, judging by her hips jerking into her.

Bria stood up, turning away from the priestess as she removes the last layer of clothes. And when she turns back, Monica cupped her hands to her mouth.

"This is my little secret." Bria said playfully.

"Oh my God, you are...a man?"

"Actually, I'm called a futa, sister," How many times did Bria have to explain this?

Bria watched carefully, studying Monica, trying to understand where the priestess stood with this little reveal. She was...uncertain. Though it was difficult to tell if it was because Bria was a futa, or if it was the hard-on Bria was packing.

Monica stood up, and poked a finger at Bria's breasts. "These...are real?"

Bria chuckled and nodded. Then Monica kneeled down and rubbed a finger against the length of the futa.

"And this...is real?"

Bria nodded again.

Monica lowered herself more.

"You have a...vagina and...testicles?"

"All real," Bria didn't mind Monica exploring her. It was kind of cute.

"So, like a woman, you get pleasure if I touch you here," Monica rubbed Bria at her entrance. Bria breathed a sigh of relaxation. That was Monica's confirmation.

"I don't know much about men, but I'm told if I were to touch here...?" Monica rubs Bria's testicles, and the futa exhales with some relief.

"Wow," Monica said. "I've never met someone like you before."

The priestess is so interested in poking around, and Bria gives her a moment to discover her anatomy. Her fingers continue to play with Bria's pussy while her fingers glide against the shaft. She was inexperienced with a futa, that much was clear, but the double attack on her privates was already a pleasant sensation. Bria sometimes wondered how so many people could go without this type of pleasure. The combined **** on both her genitals made her roll her eyes back. This felt intimate, something even Beth...

Bria shook her head. 'Stop thinking about her.'

"Everything ok?" Monica asks.

"More than you know," Bria plays it off. "Your fingers are magic."

"I don't have a lot of experience with boys. Though, a friend of mine showed me how to play with this." Monica pokes Bria's cock.

"Have you ever wondered how this," Bria flexed her cock, "would feel inside of you?"

Monica bit her lip. "I...have, but, it would mean..."

"I know the risk well, Monica. I have many partners, and many more children..."

'Children,' Monica thought, staring at that imposing tool on Bria. 'This could give me children. My friend even said the real thing feels better than a toy, but is that really true? And is it worth it?

Monica admitted she has been needing attention for some time. Her pussy was wet, and, sitting there, on her knees, inches away from this tool that she only saw in magazines, it drawn her in. Something about it was hypnotic. Monica could admire it, and, in a strange way, she could feel intimate with it. Pregnancy was the risk, but the temptation, both in heart and womanhood, was not something she could simply ignore.

"I would really like it if you put it in me," Monica breathed. "But you have to...promise me you will not get me pregnant." She had to **** herself to say those words.

Bria smiled. "I promise."