Perhaps she is okay.

You feel the energy from the sword as you hold it. Mingling with yours. Like when she initially kissed you. How it entered your body and then flowed back to her. You feel strong, you feel aroused, you look at her and feel the strength to cleave her in half. The intent to strike her down is there, you pull back a little and then remember, no unholy creature can touch it. She would have been burned had she been a demon or unholy. Striking her down would be ****. You can only slay unholy creatures.

“You protect our village?”

She nods “Yes my love, like my mother and my grandmother before her. This is why your village flourishes. To because of town elders, but I keep the demons and darkness at bay. This is what your elders have forgotten.”

“Why protect us if we see you as a monster.”

She attempts a slight smile as she wipes the wetness from her eyes. “For love, we are promised pure love from an innocent such as you. We are destined to live with a loved one for our service, that is the promis from the village and from the holy bond made many generations ago. As I have said, I am not a demon, I am the towns protector.”

She is beauty beyond compact, You glance down at her thighs and her cock, “but, how is this possible you are part man.”

“If you stay for a little while and not run off I will tell you why and how.”

You glance down. As a holy crusader with a holy sword. You feel you can at least do that.

You move to the chair where you sat and placed the sword down next to you.

She kneels so she is in front of you between your legs as like before shen she took your cock into her mouth.

“My love, it requires a man to fight monsters so we have a penis, and it takes the love of a woman to protect ones soul and town.” This you know must be true because the elders speak of a woman’s love that protect ones soul while marching into battle, and how only the men are to fight.

The love of a woman that protects the child and is the basis of a town. It makes sense in a way.

‘And only one of pure heart can love both a man and a woman.”

‘But..” you were going to say about a man laying with a man. And she cuts your question off.

“I am not a man, I am not a woman, I am both, what the elders do to speak of is the love of one such as me with a man such as you. One person from the town, pure of heart, and pure of soul is to live and love with one such as my kind. The two will live in bliss and will protect the town. The two will be loved by all as they love all that is good and pure.”

It sounded like scripture, but why is it the elders never speak of this.

“It was two generations ago that the elders became jealous of this love, that people looked to couples like you and I are supposed to be for leadership instead of them, so they ripped out the pages telling of our purpose. They speak of us like devils, demons.”

It seemed accurate. The elders do punish harshly those who defy their words or question their authority. They rule the town. It starts to make you mad, her calm words.

“You and I are to love each other, how I can give you bliss and love like no woman can, because I am not like any woman. How my body gives you pleasure, how yours give me pleasure. How we together protect the town and the people, how we offer love instead of fear and servitude.”