Sune (pronounced Soo-nee I have been told) is sort of an âofficialâ god from FR or D&D. Donât know which really. She really is a goddess of love and beauty and a matron god of prostitutes. However, the story about her I have made up myself. I have no idea if itâs true the âofficialâ version of Sune.
This story contains sex and sex really. If this offends you or is illegal were you live stop reading. Or continue reading just donât give me any trouble about it.
Feedback is always appreciated.
.Scyta
I walked through the twisting alleys of the town were I had arrived earlier tonight.
I was on my way back from the blacksmith were I had placed my steed.
It was very fortunate that I reached this town since my horse had started limping only a few hours before nightfall.
With my steed taken cared of I was heading to the townâs only inn.
Town and town, it was really more a large farming village.
The darkness had fallen and the majority of the townâs inhabitants had gone to bed with it.
The streets were dark and deserted. Only a few brassieres scattered around the few intersections lighted the way.
Suddenly a drunken beggar staggered out from the shadows and blocked my path.
His clothes were filthy and threadbare. His hair and beard thick and tangled and had probably not been washed for years. What skin I could see was covered in a several layers of grime.
He smelled strongly from liquor, which were fortunate since beneath the liquor smell he just smelled, period.
âYou a paladin of, watcha name, Sune?â He blurted out.
âYes, I am, sir,â I answered politely according to the code.
Now before I continue let me introduce myself.
My name is Tania Reynn and Iâm like I said a Paladin of Sune.
Sune is the pantheonâs goddess of love and pleasure.
The priestesses in her temples provide guidance in questions concerning love and they bless marriages to keep them forever full of love.
They also provide pleasure for anyone who desires so after they made a sacrifice in the temple.
This has led to that Sune also is the matron of the ladies of the night.
As a paladin of Sune I worship her in her aspect as the liberator and warrior.
When Vur the patriarch the pantheon and the other male gods imprisoned the female goddesses and made them their slaves, they overlooked to imprison Sune since she already gave them what they wanted, pleasure.
When Sune heard about the atrocities the male gods performed on the female gods she became filled with fury.
She borrowed her sister Duskâs, goddess of war and hunting, armor and spear.
Armed and armored Sune fought for and freed her sister goddesses.
She then in her wrath sought out Vur to take revenge. The two fought for a long time but Sune eventually lost.
Vur threw her down on the ground, tearing off her armor he then proceeded to rape her.
As she was speared on Vurâs member Sune realized that the reason she had lost was because when trying to take revenge she had lost her righteous cause and that Vur was in his right to take her since it would grant him pleasure.
Love and pleasure was what her body had been created for after all. When her duty wasnât to fight for whatâs right, it was to grant pleasure.
To symbolize and honor that insight, the paladins of Suneâs sanctified plate armor have a feature that have made us famous or infamous depending on your view.
âIs it true that you people walk around with your cunt on display?â the drunk asked bluntly.
âYes it is, sir,â I answered truth fully, even though I winched at his choice of word.
âWell can I see?â He more demanded than asked.
âOf course, sir.â I said and removed the sash I had tied around my waist so it covered the front of my waist and legs.
The drunk beggarâs eyes almost popped out of his head when the sash was pulled away.
Were on a normal full plate armor there would have been a reinforced codpiece there were nothing.
Framed by steel, my naked crotch made a triangle of flesh. My pussy with its trimmed blonde hair was proudly displayed.
I wasnât the least embarrassed by removing the sash and the drunkâs unhidden staring at my most private body part didnât bother me.
My pussy is what defines me as a being and represent my faith to Sune.
I would proudly walk around displaying it for the whole world to see and I do except when I come to a city or a town. Then I wear the sash around my waist for modesty.
Other peoples modesty that is, because I know that my bare sex could offence among people who isnât devoted followers of Sune.
However, I happily will show it for anyone that asks
The reason is our armor reveals our groin is two fold.
The first is by displaying our pussies paladins of Sune declares for the world that we are servants and followers to Sune, better than any heraldic motive on a tabard or shield could ever do.
The second reason is a practical one.
In following the story of Sune the warriorness and her eventually defeat in the hands of Vur, we paladins of Sune have pledged an oath that if we are ever defeated in combat we will let our subjugator ravish us, just like Sune was ravished by Vur.
Walking around with the groin removed from our armor both give our opponents a promise what they will get if they win and if they should actually win we donât have to struggle out of a suite of armor for them to fuck us.
Of course, the first reason is the official one. The second is told in the novices dormitories in our orderâs barracks.
Now malicious slanderers say that the fate of a Paladin of Sune is to be raped.
My answer to that is that they are completely right.
Eventually every paladin of Sune will lose a fight and if we live through it, our bodies will be ravished for the pleasure of the victor.
Personally, I canât wait.
Then I will finally serve Sune in her true aspect as goddess of love and pleasure.
I was pulled back from my thoughts and flinched when the beggar gingerly reached out and touched my mound.
I wasnât happy about having his dirty fingers pawing me between my legs but I didnât pull back. Instead, I spread my legs a little for better access.
If the drunk derived some sort of pleasure from fingering me it was my duty to Sune to provide it.
His fingers brushed through the neat blonde bush on my mound and continued over my nether lips. He spread them, letting the tips of his fingers rub up and down my sensitive inner folds.
I stifled a groan but could not keep from flinching again when his dirty fingernails scratched me painfully.
His index and middle fingers played over my hole before he roughly pushed them up my tunnel.
This time I failed to hold back a cry of pain when he forced his fingers up my dry passage.
It was obvious that he had some knowledge of female anatomy since after he had manage to bury the fingers to his knuckles, he mashed my love bud with his thumb, grinding it painfully.
I bit myself in the lip to keep from crying out again but he probably was certain he was giving me pleasure.
I willed my pussy to become wet or rather I wished it. Thankfully, my body soon responded to his finger fucking and my juices started to flow. Providing some desperately needed lubrication and relieving some of the pain.
âYou like that?â the drunk asked me.
âIf it pleases you,â I answered surprised over how calm my voice was.
The drunkâs eyes were riveted on my pussy and his hand that was playing with it.
Myself I was trying not to look at either my own groin or the beggars face but a sharp pain when he accidentally jabbed his nails in to the walls of my tunnel made me look down.
I noticed how he was inconspicuously trying to rub his crotch with his free hand without me noticing.
âSir, in the name of Sune, if you want to pleasure yourself, go right ahead and take it out and do so,â I told him.
The drunk look up at me in surprise for a moment. Then he broke out in a wide grin revealing black rotten teeth.
With his free hand he quickly yanked lose the rope he were using as a belt, letting his trousers fall down around his ankles.
He grabbed his hard cock in his fist and begun rubbing it up and down in rhythm with the finger fucking he was giving me.
He continued with this for less than a minute before asking the question I had been waiting for.
âWell, meâdarling, how about a fuck?â
âIâm sorry, sir but I have given a holy oath that only those who defeats me in a trail of arms may use my body for their pleasure.â I explain. Iâm ashamed to admit that I actually thanked Sune for not having to sleep with him.
âOh,â he said disappointed but I didnât even manage to count to ten before the follow up question I was expecting came.
âThen how about a suck?â He asked.
âIâm sorry, sir but the oath apply for all my orifices.â
âOh,â this time it had more disappointment in it than before.
He continued to masturbate while fingering me for a couple of minutes.
Even though I wasnât allowed to sleep with him, this was probably the most intimate contact with a woman the drunk had had for years. I was very happy to be providing it.
He suddenly spoke.
âSince Iâm taking care of your cunt with my fingers, wouldnât you be so kind to use your fingers to take care of me?â
Unintentionally the drunk had found the loophole in my oath. While my orifices was reserved for those who defeated me, I was free to give pleasure with my hands.
I wasnât happy about having to jerk this drunk off but then I wasnât happy about this whole situation.