Sex with Shamir

I could hear faint moans as I walked down the hallway to Shamir’s room. Moans intermingled with what sounded like the twang of a bow. What is going on in there? I thought, stopping my advance momentarily. A longing for the touch of another came over me, and I became acutely aware of the way my heavy breasts jiggled as I walked. I moved on, treading more lightly before knocking on the door.

In response to my knock, the sounds from inside halted and were replaced by the soft wooshes of fabric brushing against skin.

"Hold on a minute, I’m getting– graaah– dressed", Shamir said as I heard a boot thump against the floor. After a little while, the door opened.

"Oh, professor. What brings you here?" a slightly blushing Shamir asked, as she appeared in her dishevelled garments.

"New mission from the archbishop", I responded, and noticed a peculiar bow that had been tossed on the bed. It was shaped like a normal shortbow, except with one limb extended to a phallic shape in softened wood.

"Though... That can wait", I added, eyeing the bow.

"So I forgot to hide it again. Well, now the cat’s out of the box. Yeah professor, I was relieving myself before you came here", Shamir said in a tired voice.

"Aha, and why would I be bothered by that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So you won’t let the entire monastery know about my actions tonight, hm?"

"Of course I won’t, Shamir, that’d only be petty. Besides, if you’d like something more engaging than your current means of sexual relief, I’d gladly help you out", I said softly, laying a hand on my hip and posing seductively.

"Oh, if that’s what you’d like, then come on in", Shamir said with a smile as she opened the door wide.

Her room was austere, without much beyond the bare necessities, and quite tidy except for her messy bed. Shamir herself was a pleasing sight, with her neat haircut, stylish clothes and ample bosom that was revealed a little more than usual. Her breasts moved visibly as she drew her quickened breaths, creating a tantalizing press of tit against clothes and further deepening her cleavage. Her stern aura was made less effective because of her implied activities.

"So what sort of help did you have in mind, professor?" Shamir asked, looking at me with a smirk on her face.