The Book of Lucia, Chapter III - Sister Lucia (c) vs. Madeline Christiansen for the LAW Hentai Championshp

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Sister Lucia was starting to truly loathe this woman. Granted, there was no world in which Madelin - an unashamed heathen, a proud temptress, a seducer of wayward souls - would be friends with one such as her. But she suspected that, even if she had not been chosen for this divine task, and the English Rose hadn't stood athwart her path, she would’ve still found the whore detestible.

It was those eyes. Yes, she hated so many things about the woman, with her haughty attitude and her purile japes, but something about those eyes was positively infuriating. The way they drew attention demanded it. The way they looked her with not a shred of seriousness. That mocking glare, that condescending gaze.

It was all much too much for Sister Lucia, and as she writhed beneath the larger woman, she wished for nothing less than to shut those eyes and smash the face they were attached. Sadly, such goals were currently out of reach.

”A reaction of the body, nothing more.” She scoffed at Madeline’s accusation, dismissing her as she once again mounted her. [color=#80000BF]”I merely…wait.”[/color] She shook her head as the woman’s chest began to descend upon her face. ”No, no, no, not again, not-”

Again, Sister Lucia found her face between Madeline’s breasts, though this time she was at least able to breathe. Consciousness was a mixed blessing, as it meant that she had to endure this woman’s acrid scent in her nostrils and see those eyes - those damned eyes - gazing down at her.

She tried to struggle, but Madeline had strength, size, and leverage on her side, using them all to keep Sister Lucia’s hands pinned as surely as if they were iron manacles. It was infuriating enough all by itself.

But then…then came the grinding.

A shudder ran through Sister Lucia at the first press, an involuntary motion, a betrayal from her body. It was slow at first, so small it could’ve been dismissed as accidental if not for the woman’s nature. But then came another, and another. Without even thinking, her own hips rose to meet it, seeking out pleasure without her leave.

Sister Lucia closed her eyes and tried to blot out the pleasure, tried to shield her mind from this woman’s wicked spells, but it was an increasingly futile gesture. With no escape, no reprieve, she found herself at the challenger’s mercy, and all she could do was defiantly resist what they both knew was coming.

From within the confines of Madeline’s chest, Sister Lucia screamed in pure rage.