You sleep

Helga and Jeanette waste no time relieving their flustered superior, bursting into the room. Quick as a flesh, you’re not-so-gently bundled out into the main room, seemingly being thrown back into the regular world as you return back to the normal-looking church entrance. “Was the conversation enlightening?” Jeanette asks, raising her eyebrow as if expecting some questions.

“It was…very interesting” you reply, not wanting to appear awed by what just happened. Jeanette nods.

“Yes, it is quite a shock” she chuckles, “being mere feet away from gods is an experience to be sure.” Well, you can’t disagree with that, but the feeling of Chaski’s tits was pretty heavenly in itself.

Helga lets out a very noticeable cough, tapping her armoured foot against the floor. “Sister” she says curtly, “we were told to give him his papers and send him on his way.” Jeanette lets out a silent sigh.

“Quite right, sister” she says, motioning to a set of papers on a nearby table, “Alfred, you can take these to help you with your…goal.”

You take the sheets, stuffing them under your cloak. You briefly consider trying your luck on these nuns as well, but you’re quickly bundled out the door.

“Again, a jacket would be nice!” you complain, but Helga just gives you a stony look and you feel your protests won’t accomplish much. You set off down the road, trudging your way back to Xana’s house and the promise of warmth. Thankfully, it hasn’t gotten any colder, hell, you think it might have gotten warmer since you were dragged here. Maybe those gods have something to do with that.

You’re thankful this town seems to just have one main road, because it makes it pretty easy to find Xana’s house. There’s the faint glimmer of candlelight coming from an ajar window, and you hear pacing coming from inside as you knock on the door.

“AH!” You hear Xana give off a distinctly undignified yelp as she hears you knock. You hear her rushing up to the door, throwing it open with a hopeful look on her face.

“Master!” she almost screams, tears of joy on her face, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. “Thank god” she chokes, pressing her face into your chest. You try to hold her slim frame, but her massive tits pressed against your torso distract you.

“It’s fine, it’s fine” you say, pushing her off you. “Why are you so worried?” you give her a smile as Xana composes herself, wiping her eyes.

“I know it was silly of me, dear” she says, letting out a small sniffle, “but I was dreadfully worried about what would happen to you in the nunnery.”

“Well, as you can see I got out alive” you grin as you spread your arms out, making her chuckle.

“I presume you’ll want to retire?” she asks, motioning towards her bedroom. What she’s asking doesn’t go over your head, but you try to let her down.

“Right now I’m absolutely exhausted” you say, deliberately stifling a yawn, “I really just want to sleep in a comfortable bed.” Xana looks slightly disappointed, but she leads you to her room. You collapse into the sheets, the exhaustion of the day catching up to you at last.

As you doze off, you get the distinctive feeling of a mouth enveloping your cock, and a tongue delicately worshiping your shaft. You swear, you’ll be drained dry at some point.