The next few days, John became consumed with his thoughts of Sharon. Each night, as promised, she would enter his room and quietly expertly work out a massive load.
He could think of nothing else, even with everyone fawning over the paladins. Although the convent was sworn not to reveal their presence, the nearby village suddenly became very interested in dropping by and trying to catch a glimpse of them. Even without a full recovery, they had to move along and promised that should they ever be nearby, they would visit.
John had been able to speak to them when he went to the nursing station to get his wounds checked. Although gravely injured, they were making swift recovery like John. As they were mostly surrounded by nuns, they enjoyed talking with John and even shared a few war stories.
The last time he spoke to them, they were deep in a chess game. Sir Gabriel, the older, higher-ranking paladin, clearly toyed with his younger opponent, Sir Raphael. Knowing his defeat, the young paladin resigned and asked John for a match, seeing as there was no way he could put up a good fight against Sir Gabriel.
John, not so sure of his skill level, was excited. He knew paladins were all trained not just in martial combat all their lives but brilliant scholars as well. The two had an intense match. Sir Raphael became a bit cocky when the match was seen to grind to a stalemate. Each only having a pawn and a knight left. John knew he should be happy with the draw but played on. In a series of dull moves, the young paladin blundered, and his face reddened in resignation as Sir Gabriel roared with laughter. Jabbing the young paladin, saying everyone will not let you live down this defeat to a random commoner.
Sir Raphael, more annoyed at Sir Gabriel, composed himself and shook John's hand. There was admiration in his eyes. "Good game, well played. I will keep learning and training. I hope life grants us the chance to meet and I promise our rematch will have a different outcome."
John smiled. It was hard to hide pride now. He knew there was a lot he could also improve on, but his mind was now all consumed by one thing and one thing only.
Even the warm baths, although sometimes assisted by Viola, meant little to him. He wouldn't even try to tease her about his hard cock. And Viola pretended it wasn't there. She would try her best not to fantasize about it as she would quickly scrub him down. She would look at John's eyes as she carefully cleaned his cock. John now only had eyes for one glorious woman.
John was conflicted. She was the closest thing to a mother figure, and he knew this was wrong. He wrestled with his growing lust and his devout conviction this was wrong. Sharon knew he was troubled, and although she never even hinted at their activities during the day each night, she would calmly reassure him he was a growing man with needs, and it was perfectly okay and natural to let someone help. Her soft low voice only quickened his lust, and he would cum hard each time.
Sharon quickly began to remove her top layers and let her hair down. His stares reassured her that this made him feel at ease and helped him cum faster. After a few weeks, his stamina built up. Indeed even though he promised her he was trying to cum as quickly as possible, he would fight with all his might to delay, mostly in vain. He wished to slow down as much as possible and enjoy each drop of these precious nights with Sharon.
She knew he was constantly trying to last longer, and it filled her with joy how he would turn to puddy in her fingers. Although she quickly became very comfortable with their arrangement, she would make an effort to hide her pleasure. She had become fond of helping him this way and began to enjoy herself immensely. She was good at hiding her pleasure, but he would pick up on the subtle subconscious hints. Her breasts would swell whole, pushing against the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples would practically rip through the fabric. Her face became youthful, and her tongue heavy and wet--a barely visible pink flush on her face when he came.
She began to make a conscious effort to come with wet hair and push her tits on him or up close to his face. She still tried to maintain a low monotone voice, gently coaxing him to cum. In the beginning, she immediately threw the towels into the wash, but after a few sessions, she would take them to her private office first, and she would stare at the cum and begin to sniff and inhale the sticky mess. She would masturbate furiously and eventually began to taste and eat the cum. The first time she allowed herself to eat and swallow the cum, her body trembled as her orgasm rumbled every inch of her.
As their comfort and drives grew red hot, she commented that the immense amount of cum meant they should probably get relief more than once a day. "Just ask when the urge is too much to bear, and if we can find a quiet, secluded spot, we can get an extra session out of the way."
