The Book of Lucia, Chapter II - Oblatio Incendia

[Lightman]

There it was. Again.

The moment those powerful legs coiled around her again, the memory returned in full, vivid clarity. That crushing force, that unyielding pressure that had threatened to steal breath and thought alike. To any outsider, it would have seemed a reckless place to remain, willingly caught within such formidable strength. There were easier paths, safer advantages she could have taken. But Madeline had never been one for the simple route. There was a purpose in this.

Her breath hitched, a sharp intake as the pressure mounted, her body reacting instinctively to the sheer power now wrapped around her. It was intoxicating in its own right. Dangerous, yes, but undeniably compelling. Most would panic, feeling the dizzying onset of oxygen deprivation, the telltale signs of bones on the verge of splintering. Where others might have been filled with dread and terror, she instead leaned into it, eyes narrowing with focus rather than fear.

“Not yet.” The Brtion’s voice was firm, carrying through the tension that bound them together. Indeed, not yet. There was a specific goal that needed to be reached, a precise crescendo that Madeline intended to orchestrate.

Her hands found purchase, guiding both of their bodies backwards. Soon enough, Chastity’s back would meet the solid support behind her, framed beneath the looming presence of the cross above.

The scene, no doubt, would have sent shockwaves through any pious observer.

Madeline pressed forward, refusing to be caged by the hold alone. Their bodies collided again, with an even greater closeness, the English Rose driving onward with a relentless will. Her movements were now marked by a subdued intensity, less frantic than before, yet equally all-encompassing. With every manoeuvre, she intended to extract something more significant than mere perseverance from her "adversary".

She captured Chastity’s lips once more, this time with a hunger that bordered on possessive. It was not a gentle kiss. It was a claim, a statement, a refusal to yield, even as the surrounding pressure tightened. A soft sound escaped her, half breath, half challenge, as she refused to be overwhelmed.

Her hands moved with equal certainty, settling against the strong curves of Chastity’s form, steadying her, anchoring them both in place. She adjusted her position slightly, ensuring the Austrian remained upright, supported yet contained beneath her influence.

The English Rose sped up, her body a tempest of lust and raw desire. Their breasts rolled and pressed, creating a searing friction against each other. Madeline broke the kiss with a sharp exhalation, her lips seeking immediate solace. Her mouth descended, not to the soft caress of before, but with fierce intent. She let her teeth sink into the soft flesh of Chastity’s breast, her tongue flickering against the nipple with serpentine grace, teasing, tormenting, demanding. Madeline was giving her all, pouring every ounce of her will and strength into this final, climactic assault. She hoped, for Chastity’s sake, the Austrian could do the same.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Chastity believed herself spent for the day. While she, herself, might have aspired to speak with the divine, her body was still very much stuck on the mortal coil. There was only so much she could hope to do in any given day, only so much that she could accomplish, and she felt she had to be at her limits, even for sexual fervor. Surely Madeline could say the same. The things they had done to shame would put all but the whoriest to shame.

As it turned out, however, she was woefully wrong. On both counts.

She crooned - a long, happy noise - as she felt Madeline’s body giving way between her thighs, compressing at her will. Even now, she still had more than enough power to crush this woman’s body, to do the same to anyone’s. Her thighs radiated power, and she could feel the woman’s body caving between them. Ribs would give, organs would flatten. Her thighs could almost meet over the sides, a sensation she longed for.

But that was not to be. In the next moment, Madeline was surging forward, and their bodies met against, skin touching skin. Sister Chastity, charged with lust, couldn't bite back her ecstatic cry if she wanted to. Madeline was aggressive, but it wasn’t the wild, feral forcefulness of a mad dog. It was predatory, calculated, as the woman was methodically devouring her body, bones and all.

”More,” She greedily rasped as her hands moved up to caress Madeline’s hair and tangled themselves. ”More.”

‘More’ was what she got, as the kiss rocked her core. She eagerly met Madeline’s lips with a wanton hunger, this time returning some of the aggressiveness instead of passively slipping aside. The Briton made a low, soft sound, and she replied with a teasing hum, as if egging her on.

Sister Chastity might - might - have been able to keep her wits through all of this, if this was the extent of what Madeline had in mind. But then the woman had to up the ante and bring those devious teeth of hers to the breasts. The bite sent an explosion of sensation through her chest, as the erogenous zone erupted with pleasure. Even if she was fresh, this would be too much to endure, and she was so far from fresh.

Sister Chastity arched her back, wailed, and burst, as what little she had left came gushing out of her. Her legs stretched far, muscles tightened, and the full force of her legs came onto Madeline’s at once, an instant of terrifying power, before it all came out of her at once. She collapsed, falling back against the frame with her face to the ceiling and her arms at her side.

And still… ”More…yes, more.”

[Lightman]

This felt like a return to something familiar. It was all a familiar tableau, a delectable déjà vu. Chastity, with her devastating squeeze, sought to crush Madeline’s spine, while Madeline, in turn, worked with calculated precision to bring the Austrian to sapphic ruin. The fervent work on Chastity’s breasts, when the blonde nun finally lost her dominant position and succumbed to an overwhelming climax…

It was all playing out as it had before. The only discernible difference lay in the sheer intensity, the heightened ferocity with which both women sought to propel each other into euphoric catastrophe.

Just as Madeline had expected, Chastity’s legs tightened with terrifying, instantaneous power, delivering a crushing reminder to Madeline’s lungs. Madeline yelped, a cry that was swallowed almost immediately by the torrent of sensation. She bit harder into Chastity’s breast, her pearly whites digging into flesh in a furious response. Then, as suddenly as it had arrived, the pressure subsided, Chastity’s body collapsing against the headboard, utterly spent. She had achieved what she had barely thought possible: a climax.

Yet, even in her ravaged state, Chastity’s lips moved, her voice ragged, insistent, demanding. “More.”

And more Madeline intended to give her. The English Rose, as if incensed by the very request, moved away from Chastity’s breasts with a predatory swiftness. Without a moment’s hesitation, without foreplay or teasing, Madeline plunged her head straight between Chastity’s legs. Her lips, hot and demanding, found the nun’s pussy, no doubt still reeling and recovering from the afterglow. Her tongue darted inside, a fierce, invading force, seeking the very heart of Chastity’s pleasure. She suckled and tugged, pulling in the remaining wetness with an almost desperate hunger, as if it were ambrosia.

Madeline’s fingers, having already mapped the precise topography of Chastity’s most sensitive spots, now guided her tongue along the same intricate map. There was no respite offered, no quarter given. The English Rose had vowed to change Chastity’s perception of her own body, and she was fulfilling that vow with every deliberate, scorching movement. This was a complete, unyielding assault on Chastity’s senses, designed to push her beyond any limit she had ever known.

Chastity would have more. More pleasure than she believed possible, more sensation than her mortal coil could possibly endure. Madeline intended to keep giving until the very pleasure Chastity sought so greedily devoured her whole, leaving her a quivering, incoherent testament. Though this was not out of kindness that Madeline is granting that wish. The simple fact is that Madeline is not yet finished with her.

[BlackAkuma]

From a darkened corner of the LAW arena that Sister Lucia had squirreled away to, she sat in a chair, her eyes still affixed to the screen in her palm. She had come here a little while ago, after some searching around. It wasn’t easy to find a privacy in a place like this, with so many comings and goings, but she’d tucked herself into a storage area that was mostly only used before and after the show. For the time being, she had solace.

And she needed it. As the match had gone and Madeline had consistently torn Sister Chastity apart, Sister Lucia could not help but see herself in the same position. The Austrian beauty was such a hale and hearty woman, implacable in her faith. Yes, she could be a touch odd at times - she still did not know what to make of her ‘voices’ - but she was reliable and trustworthy and, most of all, strong. Sister Lucia had watched, with glee, as the woman’s legs punished their unruly initiates and borough them to heel. The power of her legs was truly horrifying, and while she would personally vote that Prudence and especially herself could defeat Sister Chastity if that was what it came to, it would be over for both of them if they were foolhardy to get between those thighs.

Yet, Madeline had not only done so, but survived, and gone on to conquer Sister Chastity in such convincing fashion. Sister Lucia watched as the woman dominated her again and again, running her through the gauntlet, leaving her utterly spent. At some point, Sister Lucia’s fingers had found their way beneath her cloth, and, well….

It was a profoundly good thingk that Sister Prudence was not around, she would say that much.

It just kept going. Sister Lucia had never seen a woman so thoroughly ravished. She knew that Madeline was formidable, but the way she attacked Sister Chastity was nothing short of carnal savagery. So merciless, so fierce, so…

Hot.

The thought seemed to manifest from nowhere, unbidden, but there it was, all the same. Given where she was and what she was doing, she couldn't deny the attraction. She looked on as Madeline dove between her sister’s legs and the Austrian erupted with screams, quivering and quaking as if some great demon was woring its way out of her soul. All the while, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she were in that position, if Madeline’s lips were on her most intimate parts. If she were the one being sucked and kissed and licked…

”Lucy, what are you doing?”

Sister Lucia popped out of the chair and spun about to see Sister Prudence standing there, one hand on her hip and the other reaching out to flick the light switch. She did a moment later, bathing the room in light, and giving her a scant instant to turn about so the wet spot on her thighs was hidden.

”Nothing!” She squeaked, then took it down a notch as she hurriedly rubbed herself clean. ”Nothing. I thought you left?”

”Can’t, you’ve got the keys.” She threw a curious look Sister Lucia’s way, then stepped forward and brought her focus to the cell phone, where the moans were growing louder. ”Wait, are they still fucking? Seriously?”

Sister Lucia bristled at the profanity, but she was in no mood to chastise Sister Prudence, today. Not when she was this pentup. ”Our sister is very…thorough. You know how she is.” Sister Lucia hurriedly scooped up the title and moved to the door, brushing past the towering nun along the way. ”Come along, we’ve work to do. I’m sure Sister Chastity will find her way back to the convent.” She added a little extra pep into her step. ”I need to call someone.”

A couple of someones, actually.