Clara decides to stay with Ursula for a bit longer

Many of the townsfolk tended to see Clara Fauxbright as unapproachable or distant even as they idolized her... they weren't wrong to think that way. With all of her duties, as well as her nature as one of the city's few angels, there weren't a lot of people she could openly spend time with or confide in. Ursula was about as close as they came to someone she could call a friend... They'd both arrived to the town early as angels and worked to root out the demon lord's minions, while stopping further threats. Those had been dark times, where there were few either of them could count on. For this reason, Clara felt it only right that she stay by Ursula's side as her ally faced down a new threat.

After all, this was the cold, impersonal Counselor Ursula; she must be bristling with indignation at this unfortunate turn of events. Even if she'd pressed her ass up against a wall and pulled her panties off, she must be hating having to do this for the sake of the church's new rules, Clara figured. She felt a heavy burden of guilt in allowing her friend to go through with this... but sometimes, one must make a tough sacrifice for the sake of one's faith. This was one of those times.

... Clara told herself that the former inquisitor turned counselor, the impartial beacon of reason inside the knights, couldn't seriously be enjoying having an unseen man's dick stuck through a wall and into her pussy.

Even as she tried to convince herself of that, several obvious details countered the point. For one thing, she'd chosen to go without instructing the man to use a condom. She'd explained that away just a moment ago, but... How to explain the rest of it? Ursula was no longer standing up-right, but instead, placed her hands against her knees, spread her legs, and pushed her, frankly, over-sized bum against the wall with her skirt hiked all the way up around her waist, so that the others could see her thick thighs constricted by black garters, running down into her stockings. A midnight-black corset was visible at her belly, which was probably her weakest point next to Clara's figure, unless you were the type who appreciated that sort of thing. Still... the noisy smacking, the drops of moisture flying, and the way she kept pushing her ass up against the wall in rhythm with the thrusting of the unseen man she was servicing all gave pretty clear hints that this was not a joyless exercise for her.

If those weren't hints enough, the rest of her behavior would drive the point home. At first, she continued to glare at Clara, mouthing "Go" several more times, while the other stubbornly refused. Clara had placed one hand over Ursula's, which was upon the other lady's thigh, meaning to comfort her... then withdrew it awkwardly, realizing that the thigh was already soaked with Ursula's excited love-juices. When she looked back to Ursula's face, the other woman had closed her eyes and was panting heavily, while her glasses bobbed up and down on her nose with the motions. This was an exercise that could be practically effortless, but with the work she was putting in to thrust backwards and meet the man's meat, without bearing down on anything but her own squatting legs, she was working up a significant sweat.

Clara thought she heard the word "go" audibly this time and shook her head, steeling her resolve. When Ursula's eyes opened, looking at the sky and seeming slightly rolled into her head, Clara realized she'd misheard that. Ursula repeated. "Oooh.... ooooooooh!" Smiling awkwardly, Clara backed up now, as the two excited nuns watched their counselor with attentive smiles, learning from someone who'd clearly fantasized about this sort of thing enough to study the practice. "Uoooh...!" Her ordinarily stern, dignified frown turned into an O with the tongue slightly extended, as she made a face like an animal in heat, slapping back harder with her ass, so hard that the one behind the wall moaned at the gesture. The glasses took too hard a bounce from that added pressure and fell from her face, falling in front of her to become lost in the darkness of the night, somewhere in the tall, dewy grass beneath her spread legs. A lot more was dropping into that same spot, as the man's precum and droplets from her sex joined it.

"Damn! Whoever you are, you're tight as fuck! Feels like you ain't been fucked in a thousand years, but that don't make a lick of sense!" the fat man laughed, enjoying himself as he pressed his own cheek up against the dusty church wall and thrusting harder to meet her own enthusiasm. "No way a woman like you hasn't had a dick in you!"

Ursula probably wanted to respond in defense of her centuries old angelic pussy, but she couldn't while keeping up the ruse. Instead, she just moaned harder, in a voice so foreign that no one would recognize it as her own. "Ooooh, oh o ho oh oh oooh," she babbled, pursing her lips as she turned her glazed eyes at nothing in particular and felt the most potent sexual release of her long angel lifespan. An especially wet, squishing noise was coming from behind her now... It seemed likely the man had released, but both of them were still going, hoping for the miracle of a second wind. He had probably beaten her to cumming and she was angrily pushing him now for a second serving. The lipstick she'd smudged earlier was now stained with her own drool and her dignified, parted braid was disheveled around her, as she clenched her teeth and beat back hard on the man with her, squishing her ass against the wall as though trying to win some battle between herself and her anonymous sex partner.

"M-Miss Ursula, are you hurting?" the ignorant high priestess whispered, wearing a sympathetic expression.

The woman was in no position to explain, so one of the younger nuns took care of it. "She'll be fine, Miss Ursula is very tough," the white-haired one whispered, giving an awkward smile as she tried to fathom how the high priestess had passed such a mandate without understanding that it never would have been passed if senior church officials- like Ursula- didn't want to do it on a personal level. "For now... you should return for the night. We'll help everyone finish up here."

"Ah... Yes. Thank you all," Clara whispered with a quick bow, then gathered up her things. There was barely any need to whisper any more. With Ursula's loud, beast-like moaning, combined with the man's grunting and even what sounded like the rocking of the partially unsound old chapel wall, there was little chance anyone would hear hear her. "This has been... most instructive. I'll use this lesson in the days to come."

"... I think I'll be using it too," the young nun with long bangs murmured, pressing one hand between her legs and grinning.

"Yes, please see that you do," Clara responded with a smile, not seeming to catch the meaning of that innuendo. The priestess Fauxbright slipped back on her habit- unintentionally wearing it over the man's semen as he'd suggested- and then slowly left, not realizing that she'd failed to clean the obvious cum from parts of her face; it still coated the spot between her eyes, running from her forehead down to the bridge of her nose. As she left, she heard Ursula howl one more time, followed by what sounded rather a lot like a portion of the drywall being knocked out, followed by what sounded a lot like everyone exchanging heated dialogue about where the other big-breasted nun had gone.