The Desires of Beckham (Lust Part 1)

She felt the a wave of heat pass over her as Beckham came closer to the nun.

"Is something wrong Sister?" Beckham called out. Eve turned to look at the boy. She felt as if a warm breeze was flowing around the area. Yet, it wasn't even noon, where was this coming from?

"Do you feel hot Beckham?" Eve asked. Pulling at her habit to let out some steam. The senior looked at her oddly and instantly the warm aura cooled down, by a small bit

"Are you ill, Sister?" Beckham asked. The nun was about to speak some more when she smelled a faint aroma. It smelled like...oranges? What? Sniffing again, Eve was right the first time. It was oranges! A citric haze covered the entire area where she stood. She sniffed a third time as the senior appeared slightly distressed. Eve caught on and made her excuse.

"Don't worry Beckham." And just like that, the aroma lessened around her. "I'm okay. We should get back to work. These cases won't move themselves."

Motioning back to the vans, Eve went towards them. Another smell came again, this time of...salty water? The saltiness filled the air. And it seemed to be coming behind her. Eve turned to look at Beckham who appeared stoic in his trek. Not wanting to press for information Eve kept walking. She eventually arrived at the open doors with the cases of water greeting the nun. But Eve was currently occupied with another topic.

"First the warm breeze, then the oranges, now this! What is going on? What could they mean?" Eve thought as she began to unload the van. Taking out two cases like she was told, Eve hefted the first one up. Meanwhile Beckham was closing up the vans. Upon finishing, he walked back to Eve and took his case. Making sure they were ready the nun and Sister searched for any dropped items or objects. Finding nothing the duo hefted their luggage and headed back to the picnic. The two chatted, Beckham being the talker more so than Eve, who was lost in thought.

Far away from the duo, the Sin watched them leave. Scratching her chin the naked figure felt a urge. Lust turned her head downwards to look at her naked form, or just her breasts, seeing as she couldn't see her feet. She snapped her fingers as a light-bulb in her head went off

"I got it! I need a dress!"

Her feather boa swiveled its head to stare at its mistress almost as if it was asking "Really"? Lust must've known its silent gesture for she glared back at it as well

"I know I don't need this Formication, but I want it so..." Lust's Niagara Fall of hair twitched and wrapped around her body. It was if phantom hands were stitching and weaving a costume. It finished its formation when Lust waved her hand. Dressed in a yellow sundress the clothes didn't seem to be that strange. If one did not count the giant cleavage window and the metric ton of tit flesh filling it.

"Perfect! Now my snake friend, let us make haste and see our Anchor go to work!" Lust exclaimed. She took a step forward. Stopping as she felt that her assemble was incomplete. Snapping her fingers when she figured it out what was missing. Another snap formed some sunglasses with heart-shaped lens in her hands. Putting them on Lust purred in appreciation.

"Now its perfect!"