Your Graceful Grace Ch 06

(Part 6 in an ongoing series; check page for the entire series. Thank you for reading.)

Embraced near the river bank, they cuddled and watched the sunset in the distance. They had made passionate love again after getting out of the water. They let their animal instincts take over, directing them in which way to move. Viola very quickly found the pleasure of being taken from behind. Bent over, she held herself up by leaning against a tree as he gripped her chest with one hand and her hips in the other.

They fumbled to stick it directly in. But with hunger, she guided his thick member in, and she gasped. Still wet from their sex in the water, the hard cock slipped in. Immediately, she felt the different sensations from being penetrated from this angle. She felt so full, and an extreme pressure caused a heat to spread over her body quickly. She gripped the tree hard. She bit her bottom lip hard. She arched her back and scooted backward, trying to get into a steady rhythm. Her body forced her to move back, maximizing the force with which he rocked into her.

John felt a different sensation, too, as now his cock was hitting directly into her center. Her pulsing G-spot swelled and throbbed from this direct stimulation. With his one hand, he pulled on her hard nipples. The other hand grabbed her ass hard. He didn't need to pull much because Viola began to violently thrust her ass back onto that cock. Her pussy gushed. The pressure built up, and as her pussy clamped down hard, her juice pushed his cock out. As if magnetized, his cock slammed back into her pulsing pussy.

John swelled with desire. He growled into her ear softly and began to give her light bites on her ears and neck. The orgasms roiled her body. With a roar, John grabbed a handful of red hair near her scalp and pulled. She screamed with both pleasure and pain. He emptied his balls into her once more. The warm cum overflowed in her pussy and dribbled down her leg. He grasped her firmly from behind, panting.

They basked in the golden hour in their post-coital embrace. John, realizing how much time had passed, began to feel very paranoid. Viola was unbothered and convinced no one would come looking for them; they were fine.

In the embrace, Viola said, "I'm glad we did this. I did not mean to get carried away like that; I only wanted a kiss." She blushed heavily.

"I didn't know what was happening either; I was overwhelmed by a deep desire."

"Me too. Even though I didn't plan for this, I want to ensure we stay close. We've always been close, but now I feel much closer."

John replied, "I had no idea my feelings for you went so deep. I know I was taken over by lust and nature," hints of shame in his voice, "but it felt like the right thing to do."

"It was John. It absolutely felt like the right thing to do." After a long pause, she looked into his eyes. They kissed. When she pulled away, she got a serious look on her face. "Because of our faith, we have been so repressed, but this really does feel right." They held each other peacefully.

"John, what were you and Mother Sharon doing a few days ago during the morning service?"

John's eyes widened. He struggled to reply. His panicked instinct was trying to get him to deny everything.

"I heard you two in her office. I could hear... things..." After an awkward silence, she continued, "You didn't do anything like we did right now?"

"No." Another pause. "I'm telling the truth."

"John, you have a way of bending or avoiding the truth. Please be honest."

He looked into her eyes. They were so close that he could feel the heat of her face. "Okay, you're right. I haven't been completely honest. Let me tell you everything so you can believe we absolutely did nothing like what you and I just shared."

He told her about his frustrations at not relieving himself. It seemed to start innocently enough--it wasn't a far stretch from helping him bathe or eat. It was just another bodily function that he needed assistance with. He admitted that he liked it a lot and had become much closer to Sharon.

"So I promise you, although we didn't start that way, we both eventually enjoyed it a lot. But we didn't cross this line. You are the first one I've ever done this with."

Convinced, Viola said, "Thank you for being honest, but you don't have to be serviced by her. I'll be taking care of you from now on."

~

The following day, John looked for Sharon. He wasn't sure how he would tell her about yesterday, but he felt he needed to be upfront and honest. As much as it pained him, he promised Viola he would stop being serviced by Sharon. But he wasn't entirely convinced. He had to talk to Sharon first.

He could not find her anywhere. She wasn't in the big hall at prayer hour, she wasn't at breakfast, and she wasn't at morning service. This didn't bother John too much; it was normal for her to have a lot of responsibility, but he did have a nagging feeling that something was wrong.

After the evening, after dinner, he was summoned to Mother Superior's quarters. It was all doom and gloom in there. He was nervous. Except for the scrutiny after the attack, he hardly ever interacted with Mother Superior. Her study was lit with low light, and he could see the silhouette of the assistant, Circe, standing off to Mother Superior's side. She spoke quickly and sternly: "John, I need you to listen carefully. The information I'm about to give you is vital and does not leave the room."

"The Vicar of Christ has summoned you. You are to depart to the Holy See first thing tomorrow." The Mother Superior explained that he would leave with the escort party, which had just entered the town. She also said a lot of things that John wasn't really tracking. He was trying to figure a way out.

How could he leave when the last few months had been so amazing? Why The Holy See? Why now? The assistant's piercing gaze made him feel like every thought and emotion was being scrutinized. He tried to focus on Mother Superior's instructions, but his thoughts drifted back to Sharon and Viola.

"John, do you understand the gravity of this situation?" Mother Superior's voice broke through his reverie.

"Yes, Mother Superior," he replied, though the certainty in his voice carried his inner turmoil.

One of the paladins who saved your life is leading the team that will escort you and ensure your safe passage," she continued. "This is a great honor and a divine mandate. Do not take it lightly."

John nodded; he attempted to project understanding and confidence outwardly. Inwardly, his entire world was shifting.

He nodded along as Circe, the assistant, began to fill John in on the details. She would travel with him and ensure he was prepared to meet the Pope, even though the Pope would be gone by the time they arrived. He was to visit nobles and lords before heading the coronation of King Charlemagne. They would wait for his return and be presented to him.

Viola would also accompany him. "Why not Sharon? I haven't seen her all day; where is she?"

"Mother Sharon has other pressing duties you need not concern yourself with. Instead, you must focus on the journey ahead."

~

John tossed and turned that night. How could he leave Sharon without seeing her? Mother Superior had been adamant that he must go before dawn to avoid drawing attention to these local roads.

He hardly slept but was ready to move and met with Sir Raphael. It had only been about three months since that fateful night, but the young Paladin commanded a small troop of Knights Templars. He looked older and more serious. His stoic face was hard to read as he explained their strict itinerary and schedule.

They were to ride swiftly without stopping to join a trade caravan traveling to the Holy See and eventually back to the kingdom's capital.  John noticed all of them wore light, inconspicuous armor. They looked like a low-ranking security party or a well-equipped hunting band. Although it would take longer, they would blend in with the caravan and insist that John and Viola were scholars invited to study at the Holy See; the security group was going along with them to find security work.

Although John was still pensive about Sharon, he was excited. He had never left more than a day's horse ride before, and although he was lucky that many scholars had visited him, he knew it was an honor and that it would be an adventure to see the Holy See.

John felt like a fish out of water, but with Sir Raphael at their side, he guided them and quickly showed them the vendors their wares and taught them about traveling and haggling. John couldn't even stay annoyed at Viola as she would sometimes tease John by flirting blatantly with Sir Raphael. The young Knight blushed but would always courteously deflect or feign ignorance.

The caravan was small and moved swiftly. They stopped at small towns and inns without problem, and they only had to camp in the open air a few times, once with only two days left in their journey. John and Viola were drinking in the cool night air on a starry night a few minutes away from the camp. This was one of the only times they had been alone in the last few days. They took advantage. Their young bodies were hungry, and they lusted for each other.

The knights had shared wine with the young couple earlier, and they enjoyed the warm glow in their stomachs and faces. The knights let the wine flow liberally, and they shared songs of merriment and a few of debauchery. This was a surprise, as the Knights Templar had been sworn off of vices. Playing their undercover part, the knights laughed, "But we're not knights; we are fellow commoners."

The alcohol only lit their passion, especially Viola. She had to drag John by the hand as they awkwardly excused themselves from the campfire. Viola was so horny she impatiently ripped off John's pants as soon as the two were out of sight. John, who was feeling sluggish, struggled to keep up with her. Although his cock was flaccid, it was still considerable. It looked even larger in her pale, dainty hand. She gripped it hard and began stroking it.

"Sorry," John mumbled. As they had never drank before, save the sip or two of sacrament wine, they were susceptible to this new spell, and John struggled to concentrate. Viola, without thinking, simply began kissing on his cock. Slowly and softly at first. But as her pussy got more wet, she had to pick up the pace. She forcefully licked the top of his cock and began to give long licks all the way down to his balls. Slowly, the member pulsed with blood. The familiar hardness of his strong rod rose as Viola's mouth continued to soak it with spit. She began to try to take it deep into her throat.

Although not as skilled as Sharon, John was so turned on by Viola's passion. His hands explored her tits. He softly pinched and rubbed her hard nipples. Her moans in between her slurping were getting him close. He picked her up to stop himself from cumming immediately; he ripped off her clothes and laid back on the blanket he had brought for them. She slowly lowered herself on him.

With his help squatting over him, she used one of her hands to stretch open her wet pussy and take his member. As she sat all the way down, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she trembled with pleasure. Maybe instinctively, they both pulsed their bodies into a harmonious rhythm. The soft slaps of their rhythm increased in intensity. The sounds of their flesh slapping became louder. There was something about hearing that sound that turned up the animal instincts. They gave in to their extremely passionate pleasure.

Abandoning caution, they loudly moaned. Viola squealed loudly as an orgasm rocked her body. She crumpled on top of him. Not done, he held her with his solid hands and pumped from below her, driving into her deeply. She helplessly yelped with each deep thrust meeting its mark. They were transported to their own world in their buzzed passion, and nothing else existed. The stars seemed to vibrate with their pleasure.

Many minutes later, they were cuddling close, admiring the stars again. "Did you get a chance to talk to Sharon?" John asked, then continued, "I didn't even get to say goodbye." Viola mumbled a bland reply.

She seemed evasive, and John pressed her; Viola eventually said, "She is second in command at the convent and is likely training to become mother superior there or at another convent. If Mother Superior said she is busy, then we should trust her. I'm sure Sharon misses you. But she, more than anyone, must understand the seriousness of your mandate. I'm sure she is praying for you and is confident you are on the right path."

John concurred. He gazed at the vast cosmos lit up in front of them. Although filled with awe, he couldn't help but feel as if the stars themselves hid secrets. Secrets that controlled his fate and so much more.