Sister Ambriel walks through the long, stone corridors of her convent. It's the middle of the night and a cool breeze sends a chill down her spine. Her clothing does little to help. She wears an outfit that resembles a skimpy swimsuit. Her legs are completely revealed and the fabric thin. The fabric containing her ample chest stretches and almost tears. Her short silver hair sticks out from the bottom of her habit. She reaches the convent's stable; her heart races as she looks at the wooden door. She reaches out and opens it. The brick floors and walls in this part of the building seem to have a glow to them. She looks over at the massive white direbull standing in the middle of the room. Its fur shines in the moonlight and its beautiful red eyes glow, filling her with fear and admiration. She has the task of pleasing him. She takes a deep breath, steadies her beating heart, and approaches her Lord.
As she walks closer to him, he snorts at her. His eyes fix on her. She reaches out with a small, shaky hand and pets him. She runs her fingers along his soft, pale fur. As she is caressing him, she thinks back on her instructions. She has to make the sacred direbull cum to prevent him from becoming too irate. After some time, the direbull calms from the nun's touch. It is time to perform her task; she gets down on her knees. Her eyes go wide. Never in her life has she seen such a giant cock. It's four feet in length and thick. She reaches her small hand out and grabs it; she struggles to wrap it halfway around the girthy member. She draws her hand back and spits on it before grabbing hold again. She strokes and jerks on the gigantic cock. She stares in awe.
"A monster amongst monsters," she says to herself. "Our Lord is magnificent in every way. I would expect no less." She massages him, and she can feel a wetness begin to spread between her legs as she continues to stroke the direbull.
She feels the girth and weight of the cock. She feels her arm begin to tire. She spits on the cock again; it shows no sign of cumming anytime soon. "Such vitality!" she says aloud as she bites her lip. "Dear, our Lord is so perfect."
She loses herself stroking his cock. Images fill her mind: her, taking his magnificent cock inside of her. She grinds her thighs together and squirms. While those thoughts fill her mind, she has failed to notice the more aggressive snorting the direbull has begun releasing, He stomps his foot, snapping the sister out of her thoughts. She gets nervous, but puts both hands on his cock and begins to stroke him faster.
Though she strokes with vigor and passion, it does little to quell the beast. She lets go of his cock and backs away as he begins to stomp and bellow. She puts her hands up, trying to get close to calm him, but he continues to be aggressive, so she backs away. Suddenly the door behind her opens, a cool breeze fills the room, and a calming aura emits throughout. The direbull stops his rampage and looks over.
"What seems to be a commotion child? Oh my, it seems like you weren't performing up to your responsibilities." It is the Mother Superior, head of the entire covent. Her long, brown hair with the smallest hint of white flows in the moonlight; a thin white fabric barely contains her body; ample breasts and a big, well-toned ass are practically tearing through the fabric. She is completely nude underneath.
The sister looks over and bows her head a bit. She shakes her head. "I'm, I'm so sorry Mother Superior. I was stroking him and it seems I am not to his pleasure." She says it with a hint of sadness. The Mother walks over to her and smiles, putting a hand on her head.
She caresses her face. "Oh child, it's not that you weren't to his pleasure. I think it's simply you were ill-prepared. You don't use your hands for this task" She drops her robe, revealing her naked body, then walks over to Ambriel. "Why do you think your outfit looks the way it does?" She grabs the top and pulls it down, exposing her large breasts. Next, she takes off the small cape from behind her, leaving only thin black fabric covering her ass. "It's for ease of access." She grabs Sister Ambriel by the hand and leads her over to the direbull.
He lets out a snort as the women walk by. They get down on their knees. The Mother guides her, and they each take either side of his cock "You stroked him, but that was merely the appetizer. A grand and majestic creature such as our Lord would never be satisfied with such acts."
