"Oh, Ariel, how I've needed this."
Melinda sighed as she dipped her toes into the warm waters of the hot spring, her mind swirling like the bubbling water. Her sigh turned to a moan as first her thin hips, then toned stomach, and finally modest breasts sank beneath the surface.
When she was assigned to inspect the monastery of the frozen nation of Parlia, she never expected it to have such a delightful surprise as this hot spring. The week long trek through a snowy mountain pass and cavorting with these bizarre northerners had almost been worth it.
Although the waters enveloping her seemed to pull the stress from body, they did little to relax her overtaxed mind. Ever since she had arrived in this country she had felt off, like her mind was wandering.
By all accounts, Melinda's inspection of the monastery was going wonderfully; the shrine to the Goddess was being kept in perfect condition; the matron mother, Aira, was a fine teacher to the younger sisters (even if she was far too well endowed to properly represent their Goddess of Chastity); and all she had left to do was inspect the common quarters and the matrons sacred chambers.
Despite how well things were going, Melinda couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was very wrong.
She would find herself awoken by strange rhythmic noises in the night; a strong odor seemed to invade her nostrils everywhere she went; and the food, while delicious, always came served with an unappetizing, pungent drink that the sisters seemed to greedily indulge in.
Gradually Melinda let the waters push all those feelings aside, even the nagging feeling that she was being watched, since she knew she was in Ariel's grace.
The other sisters had convinced her to try that strange beverage tonight, and as soon as it hit her tongue, Melinda thought herself a fool to have refused it before. The pungent odor belied the most delicious flavor, and the taste of the sticky goop sliding across her tongue filled her with a heady, wonderful sensation that seemed to light every nerve in her body on fire.
As she sat savoring the scrumptious treat the fire only grew stronger, and soon she felt the heat building in her chest as well as a strong urge to "relieve" herself, much to the dismay of her piety. The feeling overwhelming her, Melinda dismissed herself from the meal paying no attention to Aira's knowing smirk.
She thought a bath might clear her mind, but the balmy waters only seemed to amplify the effect. She lay floating motionless in the bath, her jet black hair stuck to her face as she resisted the growing urge to put her lithe fingers to work.
Between the steam in the bath and the fog in her head, she had not even realized that the bath she had been enjoying so openly was occupied. As she slowly drifted across the bath, a hazy figure appeared in the corner of her eye.
"Who's there?"
Melinda's voice broke the silence of the bath, more timid than she would have liked. She attempted to stand and give a proper "Who goes there?" but her footing was misplaced and a loud SPLASH punctuated her impromptu dive beneath the water.
Spitting out water as. she parted her soft black hair from her eyes, she found herself in an unthinkable position, she was on her knees before a man; and not just any man, she had somehow entered the bath with a Minotaur, a bull-headed beast-man of the mountains, that towered over her even as it sat placidly in the bath.
Her first instinct was to scream, but her voice made no noise. Her second was to be afraid, but her fear was shattered by her faith; even a beast such as this couldn't hope to fight the blessing of her goddess. This was a test of her faith, and she would not fail. Steadily she rose to her feet and approached the the creature, her curiosity plain on her face as her eyes roamed the hulking mass of beast-man that sat serenely before her.
Her gaze traveled across the many scars on its broad muscled chest, the creatures massive arms that lay motionless at its side even as she probed at it, and finally settled at a growing disturbance that seemed to be rising out of the water between its legs.
Before she even knew what was happening, she found herself nestled between the thighs of the beast, her hands braced on its tree trunk-thick legs as her mouth sought to swallow the massive cock rising out of the water before her.
Her mind was blank except for one thing: the delicious taste on her tongue.
Somewhere deep In the back of her mind, she knew what she was doing was wrong and that it was forbidden, but that cloyingly sweet taste had invaded the rational part of her brain and replaced it with a desire for more of this overwhelming taste.
Melinda bolted awake, drenched in sweat. Fitful dreams of dairy cows and bulls rutting quickly faded from her reeling head. She struggled to recall the events of the previous night but could only remember warmth and a divine taste on her lips.
Since she awoke before dawn's first light, she set to work with renewed fervor to escape this confusing place. The hours dragged on as she walked the halls of the monastery, tallying candles and sticks of incense, before finally arriving at the common quarters.
The shared sleeping area for the lower-ranking sisters, a well-kept common quarters, would be tidy and neat, with the sisters each in their own beds, devotedly reading even early in the morning.
What greeted Melinda was not a well-kept common quarters, but the source of that heady stench she had been smelling: a massive pile of hay was strewn on the floor, reeking of sex and sweat, and several of the sisters were caressing each other as they slept on top of it like barn animals.
Just as she was about to burst into a tirade, Melinda heard a faint scream come from somewhere in the monastery. Her frayed nerves fearing the worst, she began to run in search of the source of the noise, but all she could hear was her own footsteps.
Her frustration was about to boil over, but another far off shriek drew her ear. As she listened closely a familiar rhythmic pounding noise began to reverberate through the stone walls of the monastery. Slowly, she followed the noise until it suddenly stopped, and shortly after began again.
Bewildered, Melinda continued her search until she came to the kitchen, where she found Aira hard at work tenderizing the night's dinner. The mallet in her hand pounding against the meat on the block, Melinda could see the expansive flesh of Aira's ass jiggle with each powerful blow.
"Did you hear that screaming? Someone must be hurt!"
Aira had a concerned look on her face, she gave Melinda a once-over and then spoke curtly.
"Inquisitor, if I may be so rude."
Melinda took her head from her hands to reply, "You may."
