Nun's special

He only noticed they were naked when his hands were already on them.

Habits, scraps, whatever they had walked in wearing — gone. Rosaria’s rings were the only thing left that counted. Aether did not ask when it had happened. He slid two fingers into each of them instead, finding both nuns already wet, and worked them open in matching strokes until their hips were chasing his hands and the worship on his cock had to stop because their mouths could not stay coordinated anymore.

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He lined up with Rosaria first.

She caught his shaft, smiled that small private smile she saved for him, and steered him sideways until the head kissed Barbara’s folds instead.

“It’s good that you think of me,”
she said.
“Keep doing that. But this one has only had hilichurl brats so far.”
Her thumb smeared him through Barbara’s slick.
“She can use someone actually breeding her.”

Barbara made a sound that wanted to be a protest and never made it out. Rosaria leaned across and kissed it off her sister’s mouth — deep, unhurried, the same way she had woken Aether — while he pushed into the younger nun in one slow, claiming thrust. Barbara clenched around him with a broken little moan that Rosaria swallowed whole, one hand on Barbara’s jaw, the other still wrapped around the base of him as if she were presenting the offering herself.

“There,”
Rosaria murmured against Barbara’s lips.
“Take it. He’s not a camp toy. Act like it.”

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Aether bottomed out and held, feeling the younger nun flutter and adjust, Rosaria’s kiss still pinning her in place. Lisa’s book had stopped turning. Ganyu had given up on the cloth. His fiancée watched him sink into Barbara with open, satisfied hunger, already planning the next part of the rite.

Barbara was cute.

Honest, too — every new stretch showed on her face before she could hide it, eyes going wide, mouth falling open on sounds the church had never trained her to make. She was not impressive. Tight and eager and easy to read, a hungry little cunt that clenched like it could not believe what it was getting after months of hilichurl use. Aether still took his time ruining the expressions she did have, angling until her eyes crossed, until the polite deaconess noises broke into raw, startled moans.

He came in her deep.

Zibai’s leftover seal sat in the load whether he thought about it or not — thick, claimed, the kind of creampie that had stopped being a gamble days ago. Barbara took it with a punched-out whimper, walls fluttering around the pulses, and when he pulled out she stayed where she was, cross-eyed and dripping, a freshly blessed mess on the sheets.

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Rosaria was already bent over.

Ass up, back arched, looking at him over her shoulder with the offering already presented, as if the paired rite had only ever been the opening hymn.

Aether stepped in and rubbed the head through her folds instead of giving it to her at once.

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“So this was the job,”
he said. “High-level donors. Two nuns. You used to do this on purpose.”

Color climbed her ears. She scoffed, then spoiled it by glancing away.

“I barely did it. I snuck off. Hid in the rafters. Let Barbara take the appointments when I could.”
A beat.
“Don’t look at me like that. I was a terrible employee.”

He laughed, lined up, and let her have him anyway. Rosaria pushed back onto his cock with a sound that was all relief and no church, and a moment later she had him on his back so she could ride — unhurried at first, then greedy, the shy flicker gone the instant she was full. Her rings flashed every time her hips rolled. She kissed him when she felt like it and bit him when he teased her again, delight written all the way down to the way she clenched on the downstroke.

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Lisa closed the book.

Ganyu had abandoned the last of the cleaning.

They drifted closer in the way hungry women did when the main pair was occupying the cock — Lisa’s fingers trailing Aether’s forearm, Ganyu kneeling at the edge of the mattress with her mouth slightly open, both of them angling for whatever hand or tongue he could spare while his fiancée used him. Rosaria noticed and did not stop. She only tightened her thighs around him and kept riding, smug and flushed, as the rest of the block closed in on the leftovers.