The Book of Lucia, Chapter VIII - A Chaste Rain

[lyannapelon]

Natasha didn't like to admit it, even to herself, but Chastity was saying all the right things to make it difficult for her to turn her down. Here in the light of day this self proclaimed woman of the cloth was a feast for the eyes, Natasha unable to resist letting her gaze wander over the curves that even Chastity's casual clothing couldn't hide.

"Unorthodox, right." The words left her lips along with a heavy sigh, Natasha's shoulders dropping while a hand rose up to brush a few loose strands of blue hair out of her eyes. She wasn't one to shy away from a good thought provoking debate but she suspected the two would simply talk circles around one another, getting nowhere except frustrated. No she decided, it would be best to let the matter go. After all what Chastity had suggested as an alternative sounded far more up her ally and while she would have loved to shut the blonde down, she just couldn't pass up a chance to pay Chastity back in kind for the ambush.

"Compliments will not lead you into my good graces." She said while gazing down at the ground, shaking her head gently before looking back up into the nun's eyes. "But truth is appreciated all the same." Chastity would then see the first full and genuine smile on the lips of Natasha, the blunette taking one more step forward to bring their chests so close she could feel the warmth radiating off of the nun.

"Oh I intend to win. You will see there is a world of difference between jumping me in the middle of a match and being the center of my attention sister." There was a fire in her eyes now, a look of both hunger and challenge as her lust became easy to read. "Hentai submission it is, although if you don't mind I'd rather we strip down before hand. Don't want to ruin our clothes now do we?"

[BlackAkuma]

”Flattery might get me nowhere, but that certainly won’t stop me from trying.” Sister Chastity waved off Natasha’s rebuffing with a swipe of the hand. ”Especially when it was deserved.”

And it was certainly deserved in this case. The chance to roll around with an exotic body like this was rare, indeed, and Sister Chastity would not let such a golden opportunity pass her by. While it would’ve been more convenient to use one of the rings at the arena, there was a certain appeal to wrestling outside, in nature, as well. To say nothing of the taboo nature that came along with it - there was something thrilling about wrestling nude in a space where a curious passerby could stumble on them during a forest stroll.

She held her ground as Natasha stepped forward, eager to mash her own chest against Natasha’s prodigious pair. Sister Chastity pressed forward, not as a challenge, but merely to press deeper and feel more of this woman’s body against her own. Even though she was about to get all of the woman that she could handle, she would still never say no to such a gift.

”Of course. Though it would not do to change here, of course. I rather enjoy this park, I would rather not be trespassed from it.” Sister Chastity reluctantly stepped away and began to make her way into the forest. ”You need to go straight through here to find the area I spoke of - it is rather difficult to miss once you know what you’re looking for. I’ll join you in a moment.”

With a sly wink over her shoulder, Sister Chastity melted into the foliage, vanishing into the shade.

[lyannapelon]

By the time the two were pressed chest to chest and staring into the eyes of each other Natasha's unease had faded away, intrigue replacing it. Perhaps this was just what Chastity had said it was, a coencidence bordering on fate, and yet as the woman vanished into the foliage the blunette couldn't help but feel that unease creeping back into her thoughts. She turned in the direction the nun had pointed and for a moment she considered giving up on this and simply walking away. One phone call and her driver would pick her up and ferry her away from whatever ambush might be laying in wait for her out in the woods where none would see.

"Thats just fear talking...and when have I let that control me?" Natasha chided herself, shaking her head before reaching down to start tugging off her top while she stepped off the trail and into the forest. Once the path was out of sight she pulled her top up and over her head, her breasts lifting upwards until they slipped free of the fabric and spilled out, bouncing as they settled upon her chest.

It didn't take her long to find the described spot though she couldn't help but wonder how Chastity had known about it. The clearing was surrounded by a thick tree line with hedge like bushes further blocking any line of sight into the space, the ground itself dropping down a couple feet to form a natural low spot where water had collected enough to turn the dirt into a pool of mud.

Natasha wouldn't step down into it just yet though, the Frenchwoman instead peeling her jogging pants down her legs before drapping all of her now removed clothing over a branch at the edge of the clearing. She would shiver as a breeze washed over her now very naked body, Natasha feeling her nipples stiffen before the air calmed down and the spring warmth returned.

[BlackAkuma]

It truly was the perfect day for mudwrestling. If such a thing could exist.

A sunny day, but not overly cloudy. Warm, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Cool, but not enough to bring on the shivers. It was the woods, and that brought along the small annoyances one would expect - the occasional nip of a starving mosquito, perhaps. Small itches in places that were best without itches. But nothing unbearable.

A coincidence? Possibly. Sister Chastity would not take it as such, of course. To her eyes, this was divine purpose, and she would treat it as such.

Natasha would not be alone for long. A moment after she was done disrobing, Sister Chastity slipped through the ferns, emerging from the shadows as if she were casting them off like a robe. There she stood in all her naked glory - flawless skin, rounded hips, upturned breasts with rigid nipples that looked hard enough to duel with the bluenette’s. A fulsome, full-bodied woman, a figure composed wholly of curves. But underneath that silk, the hints of steel peeked through - her legs, proud and prodigious, swelled with every step.

Wordless, she made her way in the mud pit. After taking a tentative step to gauge its depth, she made her way in, with the substance coming up to her ankles, and strode towards the middle. All the while, her knowing eye never left Natasha’s, as she waited for the woman to join her.

[lyannapelon]

The sound of rustling flora drew Natasha's gaze from the mud itself to the woman she would be sharing it with in a matter of moments, Chastity appearing without either a word or a single stitch of clothing. Some small part of her had wondered whether the sister would arrive alone or with one of her cohorts in tow. Despite how genuine Chastity had seemed and Natasha's faith in her ability to read people's intentions, she just couldn't bring herself to fully trust the woman. Not after what had transpired at the end of the tournament anyway.

Even so Natasha was not blind, the blonde's striking looks would be obvious even in full nun attire so there was no point trying to deny she had Natasha's full interest. If this was some elaborate trap then Natasha found herself more than willing to walk right into it, she was downright eager to see what Chastity had in store for her. How could she not be when she saw much of herself in the nun, a woman whose soft curves promised comfort and pleasure...while hiding the strength within.

"Hope no one finds your clothes while we're here, I didn't exactly wear enough layers today to offer you any of mine if yours vanish." Natasha explained while gesturing towards her clothes hanging upon the branch with a wave of her hand, her feet carrying her forward until she too joined Chastity in the mud.

"Normally I'd offer you one last chance to change your mind..." She chuckled, pausing for a moment before shaking her head. "But no, I don't just want this...I need this. So as much as I don't like to admit it you were right~" They were within a foot of one another now, one of Natasha's arms drapped across her midsection and cradling her breasts while her other hand reached out to prod Chastity's right breast with a single accusatory finger. "Maybe you need it almost as much."