Training

You know that it's too much to expect nuns to be the pinnacle of erotic dance, but Mora and Waverly had a lot to be desired in that department. Luckily their target had just as little experience fending off lusty women, as they had being ones. This treatment continues several times a day for several days, and none of the three ever get more comfortable with the routine. It goes the same way every time, you command the novices to take their clothes, off after much prodding, then once naked they modestly try to cover themselves. Before they can do anything remotely titillating Kalla is already blowing her load all over them.

There's no helping Kalla but there's more juice to be squeezed from your two novices.

So one evening you bring them in from their labors, and tell them that they're coming to town with you on a mission. Excited to be doing anything other than acting as jizz rags for their mother superior the two eagerly agree, and scamper down the mountain with you into town. If they knew their destination they certainly wouldn't be so eager to follow.

After the trek you led them to The Pierced Clit Pleasure House, a local brothel, and the two looked fit to faint. You pay for the three of you to get in, and but a private booth and a dancer to entertain you for the night.

"What are we doing here?" Waverly whines as she squeezes into the booth with Mara.

"Yes Prophet, this isn't an appropriate place for two nuns of Brella!"

You cock an eyebrow. "Oh were the two of you blessed with some divine revelation I wasn't aware of?"

They both bow their heads in shame. "No prophet..."

You smile, kindly. "I thought not. Look at all these souls, who are not contributing to Brella's glory. Why shun them when we could welcome them instead. After all this house is the very seed of what we're trying to accomplish here. This is where lust is born, which will be transformed into carnal acts, which will lead to fertile wombs barring the goddess's blessing. This is the new way, my young apprentices."

They nod slowly, as they look about.

Then a tall and slender woman of dark skin, and white hair prances into the room and jumps on a table. She pulls the curtain short, and begins to dance for the three of you.

"What's this?" Mara gulps.

"Erotic dance." You explain voice full of reverence for one of Grevakhnu's sacred arts. "Watch carefully, the two of you must learn these skills of Kalla is ever going to make any progress."

They both blush as they look at the lithe and agile figure. "We're supposed to do this?" Waverly asked, with undisguised disgust.

"We can't."

"You must, Kalla, the whole temple is counting on the two of you."

"She already cums everytime she sees us."

"Soon she will acclimate, and the moment she sees anything more interesting than your covered breaths, she'll break down like she has been. We must expose her to more erotic arts to train her ability to resist."

They both squirm but nod reluctantly.

"That's why the two of you will be working here for the foreseeable future, during the evenings."