This is a part of a series, so starting here may leave you confused. Also, you can skip the intro if you want to. It's world-building and is not necessary to enjoy the sex scenes.
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"What is love?" The priest spoke. "We all know love is all-encompassing, but what separates common lust from true love?"
He let the question hang in the air before continuing.
"You are allowed, encouraged even, to have your own answers to that question, but here, at this convent, the most common answer will be 'care'. Care for your partner's well-being and happiness. Care is what all true love - not just erotic - has in common, from the mother caring for her child to a husband caring for his spouse... to the clergy caring for all the people around us.
Some of us show their care by treating the people's wounds and sickness; some by providing the masses what they lack, whether that be food, shelter, or the release of desire; some by teaching, whether children how to read or wives how to satisfy their spouses; and yet others by protecting everyone else from the evils of the world.
We, the inquisitors, however, show our care differently." He stepped away from the pulpit and began walking around the podium. "While our church does not say our answer to the question of love is the only correct one, there are wrong answers. Or at least answers that bring harm to others.
There are those who believe that kidnapping someone off the street and locking them up for yourself is love. There are some who believe that the difference between love and lust is the willingness to kill everyone who would stand in the way of their love.
They must be taught otherwise. And if that turns out to be impossible, they must be restrained and kept away from people, lest they hurt others."
His voice turned mournful.
"But some simply experience heartbreak, or are let down by the world, and are thus tempted by evil and foul creatures and spirits, who promise to grant them their desires, at the expense of the people around them, and sometimes even their own wellbeing.
But many of these individuals are not evil, despite the offers they accept and the damage their actions cause. They are simply misguided and must be guided onto the right path again, if possible.
And THAT is the purpose of the inquisitors: to find those who would hurt others, prevent them from doing so, and guide them to a path that does not require the suffering of others. If that proves impossible, bring them down so that they might be removed from society, until such a time they are no longer a threat.
Dismissed."
And with those words, the initiates started chattering among themselves and leaving their pews.
Elliente made a beeline for the priest, and she wasn't alone. The lecture was thought-provoking, not just the ending, but all two hours of it, and she had questions.
Many of which were answered as the other initiates asked their own questions.
But, at last, it was Elliente's turn.
"Why are other answers to the question of love allowed, if care is the one that leads to the well-being of those who live by it?"
The priest smiled. "When I said all are encouraged to find their own answers, I meant it. Different people will have different answers because your answer is a reflection of your nature, and some do not find themselves in care and gentleness, and that is their decision to make, so long as it doesn't hurt others."
"I see. Thank you for enlightening me, teacher." The answer didn't seem to fit with Elliente. They were instructed to convince people to change their answers to the question of love when their actions were hurting people, but wasn't denying them care and affection a kind of hurt, even if a passive one?
Nonetheless, the priest answered her question, and her lack of comprehension was not his problem to solve, so Elliente thanked him and left the hall, still ruminating on the lesson.
She was still thinking when she left her dorms again. She had noted a flyer earlier, which proclaimed that someone was looking for people to sexfight with, and thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to get some practice. She would be doing a lot of that, after all.
And since it wouldn't do to arrive improperly dressed, she put on the robes that she wore at the initiation. It left her thick thighs exposed, which aided in seduction, and it's tightness highlighted her large chest. A veil on her back hid her long, blond hair.
When she arrived at the location noted in the flyer, she found a sexfighting training arena, notable due to the soft, springy mats on the floor and walls.
Within it were two people. One was a man clad in heavy armor, wielding a mace, presumably a paladin. The armor obscured most of his body, but his face was visible: his eyes were blue, and his hair brown and short.
The other was a small, lithe man clad in clothes adorned with religious symbols. His thighs and torso were bare, and his face seemed somewhat feminine, with soft, golden eyes, short white hair, and a small nose. The effect was exaggerated by earnings depicting a cross.
There was a clang as the priest managed to slip his fingers inside the paladin's armor and undo the straps, revealing a loose shirt, and then a thump as the paladin shoved the priest away and his mace connected, sending the priest flying into the wall.
"Yield?" The paladin asked, his voice deep and rough.
"Yeah, I yield. That was a good blow, by the way." The priest answered with a relatively high voice smooth as honey.
"Got lucky. And if this hadn't connected, I'd be done for." The paladin shrugged and went over to the priest to help him up, then turned around to collect his armor and noticed Elliente.
"Oh! Hello there. You're here for the sexfight training?"
"Yes. Am I too early?"
"No, no. No one else has decided to show up yet, that's all. Well, since you're here, you can fight with one of us. Feel free to pick." The paladin replied as he picked up his breastplate.
"Well, since you're going to be busy," she motioned to the breastplate, then looked at the priest "how about you?"
"Sure." he replied. "My name is Cirrus." He told her, bowing. "What's yours, fair lady?"
"Elliente." She bowed in return. "Shall we begin?"
They circled each other for a while. Cirrus was nimble and graceful, but Elliente learned a lot during her time at the temple, and so it wasn't too difficult to find the right time to strike.
She lunged at the priest, her arms spread wide to make it as difficult as possible to dodge her. She succeeded, scooping him up with her left arm and pulling him under her as they fell to the ground.
His crotch was only covered by free-hanging cloth which she swiftly swept aside, revealing a small dick, which she quickly engulfed in her large breasts, smushing them together with her hands to give him a proper titfuck.
He moaned, surprised at the ease with which she got him, but then his hands set about exploring her body.
She was confident that she could ignore him, and she did, until she felt a jolt of pleasure run through her spine.
All it took to cause such a reaction from her was a single brush of his finger against her nipple.
Through two layers of cloth.
The rest of the fight consisted of Elliente swaying her chest to cause at least some pleasure while trying (and almost succeeding) to keep his hands away from her sensitive parts.
They both moaned as the handless titjob stimulated him and his fingers sent jolts of pleasure just by caressing her face, or even just running along her palm.
In the end, however, Elliente's endurance proved greater, and she felt his hot cum coat her breasts.
Elliente flashed Cirrus a self-satisfied smirk, but he was not paying attention to her, instead looking at the door.
"Excuse me, is this the sexfight practice?"
The voice came from the door, and it seemed familiar, though Elliente couldn't quite recall where she heard it before.
When she turned around, she realized where. It was the girl who went before her during the initiation.
She looked similar to back then, with a soft, kind face, long, dirty blonde hair, and big tits and thighs borne of general chubbiness.
"It is." Cirrus freed himself from Elliente's cleavage and stood up to shake her hand.
"I'm Cirrus, this is Elliente, and that" he motioned to the paladin "is Lawrence."
"I'm Gemma." The girl introduced herself. "You don't need to stop what you're doing. I can wait."
"Since I and Elliente just finished, we're all free." Cirrus said. "So, who do you want to try your luck against?"
"Then, since you two just fought, you're free, right?" She motioned towards Cirrus.
"That I am, lady. If you're alright with me, then let's begin."
Elliente glanced at Lawrence. He nodded, and the two stood in front of each other and bowed.
She chose to lunge at him, the strategy having paid off before.
The mace narrowly missed her, and then she was upon him, her dexterous fingers sliding into his armor and unclasping it.
He shoved her off and muttered a few words of prayer, after which his mace erupted in golden light which blinded her and forced her back.
Her sight came back to her just in time to see the mace rapidly approaching her torso.
The hit hurt, of course, and pushed her further back, but the impact also felt amazing, like the sting of a paddle delivering a strong spanking, but magnified.
Not intending to climax by way of blunt trauma, she leaped back onto him the moment the light faded.
Not expecting her to stay up, especially after Cirrus went down in one hit, Lawrence failed to react in time to stop her, and they both landed on the floor, with Elliente straddling him.
She quickly reached into his pants and pulled his penis free of them, only to freeze upon seeing its size.
