We had hired Bridget to look out for Ziura in the late stages of her pregnancy. She was a trained midwife and a handy bodyguard, so it seemed like a win-win. We would just keep her on until the baby was born, then she and Ziura could be on their way to a nursery or what have you.
But somehow, I was now alone with the supposedly holy woman and she was asking me about all the sex I had with the rest of the members of my party. I had a pretty solid idea where this was going, and I have to admit, even at this point, I still don't know how or why this kept happening to me.
Bridget was a generally kind woman, actually I'd normally say she was pretty timid and shy. except in the notable event of combat, in which case she could be just as fierce as Ziura. Or in the event of this conversation, in which case I don't know why I had always been so sure women of the cloth were supposed to be celibate.
She was a dwarf, standing a little over four feet tall and stocky enough to take hits from someone twice her size. She had red hair that she pulled back into a ponytail and blue eyes that shone light sapphires in candlelight. Her face was broad and square, with strong cheekbones and jawline. In fact, many of her features were ones you would attribute to masculine, although somehow she made them seem like very feminine traits. Something about dwarf women I guess.
We were at a safe house, so she wasn't wearing any of her armor, only her tabard and relic necklace. In fact, I don't think she was wearing anything under her tabard, judging by the few lucky glances I was getting when she moved just right. That might not have been an accident though, given that she was presently asking about how likely it might be that any of my other teammates could also become pregnant with my child, if they weren't already.
"I thought nuns were supposed to be celibate?" I asked, trying to push away from the subject.
"What gave you that idea?" she asked in response. "Let me guess, you also think we aren't supposed to hurt anyone?" She grabbed the handle of her blood-stained hammer for emphasis. "Or live in luxury?" She flopped into the chair across from me. Our accommodations were very nice, and we had gotten them on the good word of Bridget's abbey. I had assumed the relatively nice digs were for Ziura's sake, but I guess the rest of us were also enjoying it too.
"So what?" I asked, calling her bluff. Sure she could have sex, but I'd bet she didn't actually want to, not with scum like me who was currently rotating between four different women, one of whom was pregnant with my child. "Are you trying to get in on the action?"
"Akhol's mercy, that took you forever to figure out," she said, rolling her eyes.
I didn't respond, not believing a promiscuous man like me had somehow appealed to a devoted member of the church. I knew this was coming, and even it I hadn't, it wasn't exactly a new development. But knowing and believing are two different things. And I was still surprised that she was so open and forward about it. Apparently, I was very wrong about how I thought nuns worked.
"Kelly said you were pretty dense," the dwarf said, getting out of the chair and walking over to me. She sank to her knees in front of me and grabbed hold of my pants, yanking them off with relative ease. "Now, let's get you ready to perform."
She took my dick in her hands and gave it a few strokes before bringing her head forward and taking the end of it into her mouth. It feels blasphemous to say she was worshiping my cock, but that's really the best description of it. And apparently, her practice with one form of worship carried over into the other. Mind you, I'd had a lot of blowjobs in the last 8 or 9 months and this one was hardly the best of them, but like each of the other women who had serviced me, Bridget brought her own unique touch to the activity.
She was attentive and tender, instead of just trying to get me hard so she could hop on top of me and get it over with, she almost seemed to be servicing me for the sake of servicing me. There was a selflessness, a kind of devotion in the way she took me into her mouth and worked her tongue along my length. Her hand strokes were each a gentle caress in their own way and no part of me felt neglected in her care. The only complaint I might have had was that she never once looked away from her work. I like looking into a woman's eyes when they suck me off, something about watching them work was it's own personal intimacy. But Bridget gave every ounce of attention directly to the task at hand.
"There, that ought to do it," she said suddenly. I was almost sorry to let the event end, but better things were in store. Bridget stood up and turned around, reaching behind her to pull the back flap of her tabard out of the way. I had been right that she was wearing nothing underneath the loose fabric, because she was then able to sit right down on my cock and let it inside her with no further ado.
I don't want to sound like I'm complaining about Bridget, you have to understand where I'm coming from. If you've been reading my exploits up until now you know what a man-slut I've been, four different women all of different races in the last year, plus a few human women before that. I've had more than my fair share of sexual partners and experiences. Bridget may not have been the best I'd been with up to that point, but she had a lot of competition.
Anyway, Bridget sat down on my cock and I felt the inside of a dwarf woman for the first time. It wasn't anything especially noteworthy to say the least. She felt like most other women I'd been with, not that that was any insult. Ask most men and they'll say any cunt's a good cunt as long as it's not infested, not like there was much chance of that here. She was wet, but no more or less than I'd expect of any other woman, even without my recent experiences. She was still tight, I didn't doubt for a second I would be able to fuck her to completion, but once I got to feeling around I noticed she was slightly more spacious than anyone other than Ziura. It was hard to tell exactly how much internal space Ziura had with her muscles constantly resisting you, but Bridget didn't have those. She probably didn't have quite as much room objectively speaking, but without the extra muscles, I might have had about the same or maybe a little more to actually work with, not that I needed it.
Bridget began to move, not seeming to have taken any significant pleasure just from penetration as the others had. I reflexively took hold of her hips as she began to grind herself against me. My experience to now had given me a strange outlook, because I found it strange how normal it felt to hold her. She was definitely shorter than an average human woman, and maybe slightly broader, but otherwise she felt mostly the same. She wasn't fat my any means, nor did she have Ziura's rippling muscles. Her skin wasn't enchanting to the touch like Lorna's, and it was a simple color that would look normal on any human. Unlike my other teammates, Bridget might as well have been human, although again the height difference, which was still nothing compared to Kelly's diminutive stature.
