She joins Harvey late at night when everyone is asleep.

All was quiet in the shared bedroom of the Class F knight trainees... Well, not all. Many of the trainees were loud snorers. The loudest among them, Harvey Dustaine, tended to be even louder after a hard day's work, and he had run himself ragged earlier during training. Laying on the bottom bunk of his bed, clad in his cloth, sleeveless undershirt and undershorts, with his cover thrown off his body, Harvey's huge chest rose and fell as he slept.

The man had been a little disappointed that his sergeant hadn't come through on her promise immediately. It probably wasn't fair or reasonable, but he had already been letting his imagination run wild until midnight, convinced Ms. Ralli would bring him a cute nun with a hot ass from town, fired up and ready to go for him. The two would have brief introductions, leave the barracks and the eyes of his envious colleagues, and get up to all sorts of things in the forest outside.

Since that hadn't come to pass, Harvey went to bed dissatisfied. At least, in his dreams, a nun was waiting for him.

Why limit himself? In his dreams, the woman who managed to sneak into his bedchamber was not some random woman of the cloth, but the high priestess herself, Clara Fauxbright. It had been a long time since Harvey had attended a sermon in town, but he'd seen plenty of artistic sketches passed around the barracks to be able to conjure an image of her. Her long blonde hair, let down from its usual bun for play... her massive breasts and wide pillow of a butt... long lashes batting and painted lips parted in a grin...

Clara rested on top of him, smothering his chest with her massive bosom, clad in the same white and gold raiment she'd deliver a sermon in. The steamy, aroused face she was showing him, however, was purely the realm of fantasy. "Harvey... I've heard so much about your heroic exploits...~" she told him, licking her lips hungrily. "How would you like to serve the church instead of the knights? Better yet... why not let the church serve you...?"

The naughty illusion of the high priestess slid up and down Harvey's body, tickling him with her hair. She felt... bigger than he expected. He supposed that was just the weight such a lewd body would give a woman. Clara leaned in close to his ear, then spoke. Her unexpectedly cold and gravely whisper seemed to come from somewhere else.

"Harvey... Harvey Dustaine... wake up..."

...

Harvey's eyes shot open, since he'd been trained to react quickly whenever that voice addressed him. He let out a gasp, turning his head from side to side to try and figure out what was going on. His eyes began to adjust to the dark. He was still in the barracks... It was surely past midnight, but not early enough for the sun to rise. Everyone was still asleep. The image of Clara from his dreams lingered when he closed his eyes, and he felt like he could probably reach her again if he just stayed still. That wouldn't be hard, since his movement felt unusually restricted. He felt smothered by the weight of the deep red weighted blanket draped over him...

His eyes traveled to the cloth blanket draped over his sister in the bed on the wall opposite his. It was cheap, probably re-purposed from a grain sack, like everything else in this dumpy barracks.

His eyes traveled back to his blanket. It... wasn't a blanket. It was... a gown. As he willed his eyes to focus harder, his other senses sharpened as well.

What was on top of him was not a blanket, but a woman. A large woman, dressed in... a red nun's garb? Harvey didn't know much, but he knew that they rarely dressed in such an exciting color. He didn't see any crosses or other marks of Geod on the outfit, either. But...

... Who cared about the outfit? The more important thing was the nun herself. Her face was turned away from him, and it was completely obscured by... the mountain of her ass. Harvey became aware that the nun lying on top of him had her head away from his and her ass towards him... Very much towards him. It was basically right in front of his face, eclipsing everything else. Out of the back of the hood of her habit, a long curtain of luxurious dark hair extended, so long it could almost reach the peak of her butt. The fringe of her gown was pulled up to just below that point, making it impossible to see the main attraction... while making it very possible to take in every detail of her plump, dark thighs on either side of his head. He noted with some concern that they were criss-crossed with what appeared to be old scars. "Geez... that church is no joke... guess they got some pretty intense punishment goin' on over there," he thought to himself in a stupor. Past the thighs, the nun was wearing sheer pink stockings that looked very sinful indeed.

Looking at the hair... smelling the skin of the thighs... he could tell the nun was freshly showered.

She was heavy, but Harvey immediately admitted to himself that the softness of her body was unreal. He was no virgin, but he'd been totally starved for sex since taking up his training regimen at the barracks. The feel and smell of a real woman was already threatening to drive him mad.

"Oh thank you sergeant... Thank you thank you..." he whispered to the darkness before deciding he needed to at least meet the bare minimum gentlemanly formalities before taking his prize. "What's your name, my very cute, very hot-ass nun?"