Church of Leto

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"I don't feel worried at all...w-we've grown up together after all... He's a good man." Breakfast was the last thing on her mind as she felt the heat between her legs growing hotter and hotter. She was intending to marry Indra...but perhaps a bit of pre-marital fun was acceptable? And it wasn't like he had made any declaration of their union quite yet...right? "He's going to be moving b-back into his old room..." Alphonso always made her stumble with her words. How could she be so weak against this man? Her heart fluttered in her chest as she felt his hands on her body. Oh, what the hell! This was being drawn out for far too long! In one swift move, Fausta pressed her lips against Alphonso's. Her tongue ran across his bottom lip before pushing into his mouth. 

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Without a single hesitation, Alphonso kissed her back as passionately, gently sucking on her upper lip while parting his bottom lip more, welcoming her warm tongue into his mouth. His eyes closed down on their own as he tilted his head and pushed his face closer, gently rubbing his tongue against hers. As the kiss was deepening, and their heads began to move back and forth, Alphonso began to slip her gown up. Clearly he had no intentions to stop. The man reluctantly pulled back for a brief moment only to slide the gown off her arms the leaned back in with more intense vigor. He cupped her pretty face in his palms, letting gown drop on the floor and pressed their lips together again. While suckling on her top lip over and over he began to push the high priestess on her back, climbing on top of her simultaneously.

Laying her down on the pillow, Alphonso wiggled his way in between her legs as their lips kept slapping together sloppily; their teeth coming into firm contacts as wild passion took over the herald. While suckling on her tongue, he was undoing the laces, one after another. As he pulled it down, what he thought to be the petticoat, he realized it was on the kirtle. The chemise, the petticoat still covered her whole body. "By the Goddess you are overclothed!" Alphonso muttered with a hint of annoyance pulling back from the kiss. "What if you get a heat stroke, huh?" He hissed, spanking Fausta's round ass rather roughly. Behind his anger, even in this position, where her hips were arching up against his erect member with each spank, care could be felt. "Your mother never listened, will you not either?" he spanked her again. "You know what..." Alphonso muttered grabbing the neck of her smock, and in the flash of an eye, he ripped it apart, bringing her sizeable breasts in the open. Fausta could have been the high priestess, but for Alphonso, she was still the girl who would hide behind him from dogs. "...there" he muttered tossing the severed threads to their backs, leaning in for an intense kiss again. His hands meanwhile, slid down her body and began to pull her petticoat up, uncovering her smooth legs. Every time the petticoat was getting stuck under her thick thighs, he was spanking her ass roughly to arch her body up and kept hiking up the petticoat.

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Thank the goddess he finally broke the kiss! She couldn't breathe! Fausta bit her lip and smiled at him, knowing this could very well be the last time they'd make love together. But knowing Alphonso, it was certainly going to be a lingering memory. With her heavy velvet gown finally off of her, she could move around much easier. It was certainly a lot colder without it as well. Her nipples were practically aching with how hard they'd become. At least now he head easier access right?

A little giggle bubbled out of her as her kirtle was unlaced, the look of frustration on Alphonso's face was something many women were familiar with. "Overclothed? I think not~ I am dressed properly for a woman of my- AH!" Without the thick layer of velvet to cushion the blow, Fausta found her ass stinging from the firm spank to her bottom. Was she being scolded? How lovely~ Such pain sent a small tingle through her loins that only intensified with every blow. By the end of it, her face was flushed red and there were obvious hand prints on her ass. Fausta panted quietly and tugged at his shirt. "And what about you!? Why do you get to stay dressed?" She asked with a teasing tone. 

Edited March 14, 2021 by Luno Asherah

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Hearing her playful words, Alphonso pulled back from the kiss. "Does it bother you that I am still dressed?" He replied, gazing into her hues. "Why don't you do something about it, if it bothers you so much! How long will I be taking care of things for you?" The man grinned, burying his face in the groove of Fausta's neck and jaw. He stubble rubbing against her smooth neck and cheek as he playfully nipped at her jaw, suckling on the skin. His hands were busy kneading on her bare and fleshy ass cheeks, now that the petticoat was finally up her waist and laid against her tummy.

"Visit me in the tower tonight after Indra falls asleep... I wanna have you one last time there too, like the time we made love for the first time..." Alphonso whispered, sinking deeper in her neck. " His grin got replaced by serious tone and intense desire as he bit down into her neck hard, leaving soft marks of k9s unintentionally. He then began to move down her body, leaving a trail of kiss before coming still on her breasts. He nuzzled against the plump breasts, biting often and leaving soft teeth marks allover her flesh. His lips then moved over to her erect nipple, rubbing it softly with his lips then enveloping the nipple in his mouth. He tugged on the nipple hard, beginning to suckle on it right after as he stood on his knees, allowing her better access to take off his trousers.

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Fausta laid there, thighs shaking as the adrenaline slowly subsided. This was definitely not something she had intended on doing today. Much less during Indra's impending move! Oh what was she thinking!? Certainly the fuck was as fantastic as always. Why, even her undergarments were soaked. She was in need of an entire change of underwear. Damn that Alphonso. She glanced over to the male and though tempted to kiss him, had to show some restraint. No doubt the maids in the hall heard everything that was going on. It wasn't a totally rare occurance but it was sometimes jarring to be by the door and suddenly hearing a loud squeal...

The priestess took a few breaths to even herself out before rolling out of bed and shedding the last of her dampened clothing. "We simply cannot do this again, Al. Especially not with Indra moving in so soon. His room isn't even that far!" She didn't sound mad, but just stating the facts. She walked over to a washbowl on her nightstand probably left behind by one of the maids. "You know, I'm sure you can find another very willing participant somewhere in town. There's plenty of beautiful women in the Isles." Fausta said as she dampened a cloth to wipe herself clean with. Once she was done, she tossed the cloth into a wicker basket and grabbed a new cloth to set for Alphonso.

A maid, upon hearing conversation, took the opportunity to enter the room and bring her priestess fresh underwear, helping her put it on and begin the process of getting redressed. Another came in to fix her hair, running a comb through her curls before braiding it and bundling it back up into the pearl studded net it had been in before. The girls clearly did their best to not let their eyes linger on the herald, but it was hard. Fausta wondered if these girls weren't too simple for her dear companion though. Even if they were a bit pretty.