The Book of Lucia, Chapter VIII - A Chaste Rain

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Even the beads of sweat starting to glisten upon the body of the Frenchwoman were having trouble finding room between their ample bosoms as the pair kept up the pressure, Natasha's heart rate quickening along with the fervor of their grinding. This wasn't enough however, not nearly enough for either of them she knew without a doubt, but before she could act upon an idea of her own she spotted an inviting grin on the blonde's lips. The sight of it breathed yet more air into the fire that was the desire burning within her breast. She had thought to delay their first kiss, keep it as a carrot on a stick Chastity would have to chase for a while, but that grin had her changing her mind.

Natasha relented and leaned in quickly to taste those lips but just as their lips were about to meet Chastity played her trap and Natasha, who could barely utter a surprised "Hey!" in response, was dragged through the air and slammed down onto her back! Of course mud splattered all over the both of them, their relatively clean time in the fight having come to a swift end as muck now dotted Natasha's sides and soaked into her long blue mane. Chastity wouldn't come out unscathed by the mud but Natasha doubted the fake nun cared anything about that.

The muddy pit was just deep enough to cushion her landing without her then sinking down into its depths even with the extra weight of Chastity on top of her. Her grip around the nun's back had come apart during the slam but Natasha couldn't keep her hands off of her for more than an instant, reaching up to sink her muddy fingers into those bouncing tits above her both to grope to her heart's content and to stop the woman from changing up her mount on her too easily.

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Sister Chastity cherished the feel of their molding bodies as she and Natasha tumbled into the mud, craving perfect symmetry. That's why she had proposed a mud wrestling match between them, when they could have easily found a sparring ring for something more formal. This was far more natural, more raw - two women, naked as the day they were born, rolling through the elements.

For the moment, she seemed to have the advantage in that regard, though Sister Chastity had to admit, she was a little sad she had to avoid a kiss in order to get that far. She would have the chance to lock lips with the woman again, she didn’t doubt it, but it was highly likely her next taste would be marred by mud. She doubted either of them were going to keep their mouths clean.

A regrettable, but necessary price to pay. And fair, if it meant getting her hands on so much of Natasha.

The two of them flopped into the mud, Sister Chastity taking the cherished top position, and she moved in to throw her body on the smaller woman - that was, because Natasha’s talented fingers found her breasts. The nun let out a pleased, heavenly sigh as the ground began, but she wasn’t about to be the only one giving out pleasure. Not to be undone, she reached over, gripped her opponent’s thigh, lifted her leg up and began to press their pussies together, creating an electric sensation between their most delicate parts.

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Just as she had suspected, mostly because it was exactly what Natasha would have done herself had she been in Chastity's non existent shoes, the nun went to follow up her toss with a body slam. Seeing as she had no desire to be trapped by Chastity yet again Natasha brought up her arms to catch the falling woman by those irresistable targets, her hands sinking deep into those pillowy mounds as she grabbed hold as firmly as she could. Rather than risk straining a muscle or injuring her wrists Natasha slowed Chastity down rather than try to stop her outright, the blunette's arms dropping down until her elbows pressed into the ground, saving her from being outright flattened!

"And here I thought you nuns would avoid getting dirty as much as possible, its a nice surprise to see how wrong that assumption was." Her fingers shifted to properly cup the nun's breasts then, Natasha pressing her thumbs down upon the blonde's stiff nipples with a steadily rising pressure until she had them nearly sunken back into the areola. Slowly she'd rub circles over Chastity's nips then, toying with them while her other fingers massaged away to her heart's contents.

Chastity would not be accused of being idle however as the woman was quick to react, her hands taking hold of one of Natasha's thighs before forcing it up into the air in a clear sign of her intentions. Natasha made the woman fight for such an act but she had no leverage to speak of and could only put up a token resistance, forcing the nun to fight her for a few moments before ultimately the blonde got her wish.

"Gawh~" Natasha's groan was immediate, as was the motion of her hips as she ground back against the nun's very womanhood. It felt like static building up within her folds before spreading slowly throughout the rest of her, carrying with it a warmth that penetrated Natasha to her very core, far more so than the heat of the sunlight heating up the mud around them. Whether it was the warm mud, being outside where any luck passerby could find them, or grinding pussies with a nun the act just felt better than had expected.

So good in fact Natasha saw no reason to try and escape her predicament, the blunette wrapping a leg around the other's waist to both force her hips closer and to help her thrust upward with more force than would otherwise be possible from the bottom. A steady rhythm of plop, plop, plop from their wet folds and squelch, squelch, squelch from the mud filled the air around them, forming the soundtrack for their fight as Natasha groped and thrust against her foe.

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Natasha’s words brought an unbidden but welcome chuckle from Sister Chastity. ”Beloved, I think you will find me exceptional in most things.”

Sister Chastity had been curious about what gifts Natasha would bring for their little contest, what tricks she might have in store. While she had watched the woman’s matches in the tournament with a keen, unwavering interest, in her experience, hentai wrestling could be a subtle art, so much so that it was difficult to learn much about a wrestler from the screen. She couldn't tell how precise Natasha’s touch was, nor could she gauge just how heavenly it would feel when their pussies rubbed together. It couldn't tell her how sweet it would feel when this woman’s heated breath flowed over her skin like a furnace.

But she certainly knew these things now. This is so much more.

She was strong, skilled, but gravity and leverage were currently working against her as Sister Chastity took her leg and ground hard against it, already craving an orgasm, the first of many to come, surely.

Sister Chastity moaned as Natasha groaned, turned on by the sound of the woman’s voice alone. She experienced less resistance than she had expected, but she supposed it wasn’t to surprising, given the ruleset - they were to engage until one of them tired of sex, and they were so far from that point that there was little point in fighting too hard, just yet. Might as well enjoy things while they were getting started.

So faster. And faster. And faster. Sister Chastity picked up the pace and dared Natasha to do the same, as she arched her back and pressed down, welcoming the touch on her breasts and giving the bluenette all the access she could want.

”Do you know what I think?” She spoke as best she could through her heated gasp. ”I think me being a nun simply makes this all the sweeter. I think it is the forbidden fruit that entices you.” She gave the woman a particularly hard grind, as if to emphasize her point.

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Natasha replied to Chastity's little theory with not words but a moan so loud that it could be heard even with the Frenchwoman keeping her lips sealed tight, her back arching off the muddy ground as a wave of pleasure shot through her, shuddering in forced delight! Reflexively her hands squeezed tighter until tit flesh spilled out between her fingers, undoubtedly causing some small amount of pain for the nun, albeit one sweetened with the heated pleasure as her thumbs flattened the other's nipples.

"What an...interesting thought." She claimed with a low hum to follow, the blunette taking a slow and deep breath even as her hips thrust upward several times in rapid succession, pussy lips spread wide with each hard grind while their arousal splashed outward. "But you were never forbidden to me...just a desert I was saving until later. Never have been good at resisting my sweets though~"

Where they agreed upon however was in the lack of need to restrain themselves. There might come a time when avoiding further tempation was needed but it wasn't now, not when they had only just begun, and certainly not when she was hungry for more! Her fingers loosened their grip but didn't release those plump breasts entirely, instead sliding her hands up to cup Chastity's mounds from the front, letting her palms grind against the nips while her fingers focused on a deep tissue massage. Pleasure would come from two fronts or rather three as not only did she continue grinding against that burning sex Natasha sought direct clit to clit contact!

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That moan. The one Natasha made was something Sister Chastity wished she could bottle and save, a treasure she would keep on her highest shelf.

Of course, the noises she herself were making were quite heavenly, as well. As one might assume, she was more than a little proud of her breasts, but that pride wasn’t the only reason she put them on such a prominent display. She had always loved having them touched, squeezed, fondled - they were her greatest strength and weakness, all in one, and Natasha had wisely decided to make them her main focus.

”Yes, yes.” She hissed through her teeth, then laughed at the woman’s confession. ”Far be it from me to deny your indulgence. Have your fill, by all means.”

Sister Chastity growled out those last words, deep and guttural, as pleasure tore through her body, setting her nerves aflame. Her toes curled and muscles stiffened as an electrifying orgasm took hold of her and she let out breathless cry that sent the birds fleeing from the trees, pumping and pressing hard into Natasha’s body as the energy began to run from her body, spilling out along with the juices into the muddy mess.

Her eyes closed, the purest of smiles ran along her face, and she flopped down on top of the smaller woman, pressing them both deeper into the mud with her collapse. ”More.” She whispered into the bluenette’s ear, her voice raw with primal hunger.