Heretic Ch. 03

Author's Note: This is the conclusion of Heretic. This chapter has been altered from its original ending to be in line with Literotica's Terms of Service.

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Heretic

Chapter 3: The Harlot

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Sunlight streamed in through the glass and warmed against Maelice's naked back. She stirred softly, sheets entangling further around her legs while her body brushed against the skin of another. With a soft groan she opened her eyes as the fog of sleep parted. Before her she saw the bared flesh of Rochelle's shoulder.

Maelice waited for the guilt to come climbing into her brain, and she smiled when it never did. She watched the slight rise and fall of that shoulder with Rochelle's even breaths. Maelice reached out, and traced the tips of her fingers along the slope from neck to arm, earning a sleepy groan.

Slowly Rochelle stirred, and turned over in the small bed that had the two lovers pressed together. Their legs rubbed together as they entangled once more while their lips sought out the other's. Breasts pressed tightly against one another, their tongues danced as lips caressed. They needed no words, as Rochelle dragged her hand in between Maelice's thighs, and pushed her fingers inside the warrior, earning a moan muffled by their hungry kiss.

Firmly, Rochelle began to thrust and felt slick arousal slather her digits. Maelice ground her hips forward, the sheets almost rough against one hip. She felt the heel of Rochelle's hand as it was pressed tightly against her crotch, roughly grazing her clit.

Maelice broke the kiss and licked her lips as she stared into Rochelle's soft brown eyes. The fingers below didn't stop as the two smiled at each other, though Maelice's was broken by soft moans.

"Good morning lover," Rochelle said softly, and Maelice leaned against that word. She embraced it and held it tight in her mind for the solace it brought her.

"Morning," she managed in return, the word breathy and laced with the lust that swirled through them both.

"You have such pretty eyes. Brown for God, blue for Lilith," Rochelle said before she leaned in for another quick kiss. Another quick flick of tongue.

But Maelice wanted more.

She slithered down and planted kisses along Rochelle's skin. Her lover groaned, but did not stay still as their legs came apart. They shifted and moved along one another, their hands and tongues guiding the other until both were planting kisses upon the other's thighs and Maelice felt the mattress against her back.

Their legs opened exposing themselves to the other. A drop of arousal fell upon Maelice's lips, as she pushed her face upwards. Her tongue flicked over Rochelle's clit before she dragged the slick muscle over her lover's lower lips. She savoured the now familiar flavour as it bathed her tongue and continued to tease along the petals now pressed against her mouth.

The moans from Rochelle cast hot breath along Maelice's thighs and her own wet womanhood. Rochelle gripped her lover's hips firmly before she delved her tongue inside Maelice. A muffled moan sounded from the warrior as both women ground their hips against the eager tongue that pushed into them.

Their bodies writhed, the bed beneath creaked as each indulged in the flesh of their lover. As they supped from the liquid lust that slathered their lips and filled their mouths. Neither cared of the world beyond the stone walls of this cell, but only of the touch and presence of the other woman.

Maelice curled her tongue inside Rochelle's cunt, dragged the tip along spongy flesh as her hips bucked up. Her cheeks glided against Rochelle's thighs that started to press inwards, but neither woman relented. Maeliced reached up and grasped her lover's rump. She squeezed tightly and pulled down, nearly snuffing out her breath. She dragged fingers down the cleft of the woman's ass, parted her cheeks as she moaned into her cunt and felt Rochelle's own mewls of pleasure between her thighs.

As tongues delved into one another, Maelice pressed a fingertip against the tight ring of Rochelle's ass. Slowly she eased it inwards, the muscle opening for her. A deviant moan sounded between her thighs as Rochelle lowered her tongue to Maelice's clit. Finger pushed past the first knuckle, Maelice continued to sink in further. Rochelle's hips began to buck between finger and tongue, taking the digit deeper before a second soon joined the first.

A hungry mewl spilled into Maelice's cunt as Rochelle pawed at her lover's thighs. Maelice began to thrust with her fingers then, the heel of her hand clapping against rear cheeks each time they sank in.

As one they came, their juices gushed over the other's tongue. Muffled moans filled the cell as they buried their face between the clenched thighs of the other. Hot skin pressed tightly against cheekbones and tickled by short cropped hair, while fingers clenched against the other.

As the two relaxed, they slowly shifted over other other again. A tangle of limbs and small laughs as they brushed against each other on the confines of the small bed. Hot sweat slick skin slid against the other until they both lay wrapped in other's arms with legs entangled once more.

Maelice smiled, something approaching peace in her mind as she looked upon her lover. A lover who was smeared with her release, and it glistened across her face. Maelice leaned in to kiss the other woman. Her tongue teased against lips first and tasted the tart flavours of her own cunt, before she pushed into Rochelle's mouth.

As lips crushed together once more, their arms encircled each other. Maelice took comfort from the heat of the other woman, even as she pulled her tongue free. She leaned forward, until their foreheads touched.

"We'll have missed morning meal," Maelice said with a smile.

"That's okay. We had a better one," Rochelle replied, and Maelice let out a soft laugh as she ran her hand down Rochelle's arm, feeling the budding muscle.

With one last kiss, Maelice rose from the bed. She felt Rochelle's gaze on her, but turned to looked out her window across the abbey's grounds. The sun was brilliant today, and the grass blew gently out in the yard. Rochelle moved to the very edge of the bed and reached out to run a hand along Maelice's hip, while the warrior watched a figure outside.

One of the nuns walked out towards the gates. While the hem of her habit fluttered across the grass she hurried to her destination, unaware of Maelice's eyes upon her. Rochelle leaned up on one elbow and ran her lips along the lower edge of Maelice's abs before her tongue carved lower still along the hard muscle of the warrior's pelvis.

Maelice ran her fingers through Rochelle's hair as she watched the nun out in the yard reach the gates. Whoever it was stopped there, standing before the barrier between the forest and the abbey. Despite the pleasant sensations from Rochelle's mouth, Maelice frowned.

The nun outside turned then and looked towards the abbey. She was too far for Maelice to tell who she was, but it seemed as if they stared at one another.

The moment passed, and the nun began to make her way back towards the abbey, even as Rochelle slipped her tongue into Maelice's navel. The warrior let out a low groan, and glanced down to meet her lover's temptation laden smile.

"There are yet tasks to complete. Later," Maelice promised and looked back to the window, but the nun on the grounds was no where in sight. Maelice grunted with furrowed brows and turned away to dress.

She felt Rochelle's eyes upon her the entire time she pulled on the freshly laundered armoured habit and strapped her sword belt around her waist.

"Suppose I should rise as well. Chores to do... though... I rather like this room," Rochelle said as her fingers idly ran across her stomach while she watched Maelice fix her veil. The warrior smirked and leaned down to cup Rochelle's chin.

"Then come back tonight," she said and kissed her firmly before she stood and moved to the door. She paused there, hand on the latch.

Behind her, Rochelle was climbing off the bed and its damp sheets to seek her clothes scattered across the floor. Maelice could not remember a time since Safina she had left someone in whatever chambers were given her. With a short little laugh she stepped out into the hallway and left Rochelle to her business.

As she stood in the corridor, Maelice went over the conversations she had the day before, with two separate demons. Both of which painted Emilie as far less than the innocent woman a Mother Superior should be. Though, with what Maelice knew of the church, she wondered how many truly were.

She turned and walked along the hall towards the room at the end. The tap of her boots on the stone floor the only sound in this empty corridor. Maelice paused outside Runhild's room, and turned to gently open the door.

Other than the lay sister's few belongings, the room was empty. Maelice had not seen Runhild the previous morning, so was surprised to see her not sleeping still. She had assumed the lay sister still would be after a late night with the succubus. After she closed the door, Maelice continued on her way and entered Emilie's office without announcing herself.

The room was empty, but from the bed chamber beyond she heard a crack muffled by the door. It was a sound familiar from her youth in another convent; flesh upon flesh. The sound that followed though was not a scream, but a moan. Maelice grunted and moved around the desk to stand before the door.

There was another slap from beyond followed by a hungry moan.

Maelice opened the door and stepped in just as Emilie's hand cracked down upon Runhild's bare ass again. The lay sister moaned hungrily as she faced the wall. She did not move from where she was bent over the Mother Superior's bed, her habit hiked up around her waist to expose everything, elbows pressed into the mattress.

Emilie looked up from where she stood wearing only her wimple and veil. She made no effort to conceal her bared flesh, and showed no shame with the sag of her breasts or the lumps and dimples across her thighs. She met Maelice's gaze, then raised her hand and struck Runhild's reddened ass once again.

"Good morning Sister," Emilie said in German, and Runhild whimpered. The Mother Superior slid her hand along the cleft of Runhild's rump, and down to the glistening folds of her cunt. She rubbed at the petals and Runhild moaned again.

"Mother Superior. It seems your succubus guest offered her meal to you as well," Maelice said with a gesture to the bent over lay sister. Emilie smiled at that, and pushed a finger inside the mewling woman beneath her.

"No. I will admit, catching you with Safina those years ago stirred me; Runhild has been my lover for some time. She rather likes the power I have over her. Hence why she is still garbed; she is performing her morning chores," Emilie said as she pulled her fingers free and licked them clean. "Would you like a taste Maelice? I doubt you are here to strike me down with your sword still sheathed."

The offer was tempting, and Maelice closed the door behind herself. Then, there was much temptation in this abbey she was finding. When she didn't reply, Emilie returned her fingers to the slick lips of Runhild's cunt.

"Let me know if you change your mind; Runhild here will do everything I tell her to, but that's not why you're here. You're here to confront me, because you met Ankhta," Emilie said as she switched to French.

"I did. She baptized me in a way, to Lilith," Maelice admitted as she switched languages as well, and Emilie smiled.

"As many sisters here have been. Some to seek sanctuary from the terrible nightmares. Some to be free of strict repression. Others still to stay with friends and newfound lovers. There are some, who refuse to give prayer to a Devil, and I will admit they are the strongest among us in some ways. But the nightmares are driving them mad, and I fear they will be locked in cells soon enough. Unless you can help us stop what is occurring outside our walls," Emilie said as the pace of her finger's thrusts picked up. Runhild's form began to buck back against the fingers that pierced her. Her moans rose in hunger, and Maelice felt them ever more tempting.

"I may, but we cannot keep Ankhta locked away. We may need her strength," Maelice said as she took a few steps closer. The heavy footfalls of her boots drowned by the hungry moans of the lay sister.

"No. It is too dangerous. Though many sisters have proclaimed themselves as servants of Lilith, the succubus is still a demon, and this is still a house of God. We must protect ourselves," Emilie said. A frown creased her brow as a second finger joined the first inside Runhild. The lay sister's moans grew louder, her back arched until her covered breasts nearly touched the bed.

"This is what the servants of Mammon were on about. Mother Superior, you cannot give yourself to Lilith and God, and then lock away her servants. This is the exact thing the tales of Sodom and Gomorrah warned us of," Maelice said and turned away to look back out the window. She listened to Runhild's hungry moans while she watched sisters out in the yard tending to the gardens.

"This is not the same. We have not raped her, we've fed her. We've taken care of her. As I said Maelice, the world is murky, stop looking at it in black and white. You of all people should see that," Emilie said amid Runhild's moans.

"The world is shit, because no one wants to shovel it Emilie. That's what I see. I see rivers of blood because no one wants to do what should be done, leaving others to do what must be done," Maelice said and turned when she heard another loud slap. There was a slight jiggle to Runhild's young firm rump, and a fresh red print upon her skin. She mewled hungrily and lifted her hips until she stood on the tips of her toes. The poor girl didn't even have a clue what was being said around her. She was little more than a prop, and Maelice could only guess that the girl liked it better that way.

"I will consider your words. I still have this convent to think about, and I will not leap into anything needlessly," Emilie said, and Maelice bowed her head.

"Were you promised anything? Boons from our clay born Goddess?" Maelice asked as she remembered the succubus carving into her sword. She'd yet to properly inspect what Ankhta had done.

"A promised Ascension, when my time comes. Whether to the Kingdom of Heaven, or the realms of Hell as a succubus, I will not be some damned and lost soul," Emilie said, and Maelice nodded as she looked down to Runhild's cunt.

The lay sister let out a high pitched squeal as she grasped the sheets beneath her. Eyes clenched shut, her juices gushed over Emilie's fingers and smeared along her hand. The mother superior didn't stop her thrusts though, instead looking up at Maelice who realized she was witnessing Runhild's orgasm.

"Come here Sister Maelice, and kneel," Emilie said in German, and Maelice flicked her gaze upwards as Runhild's bliss seemingly started to subside.

"Mother Superior?" Maelice asked as Runhild panted and rested her head upon the bed she was bent over.

"Come forth Sister Maelice. Come forth and sup at her font of lust," Emilie said as she pulled her glistening fingers free. Runhild let out a soft moan as her feet settled back upon the floor. She did not move though, and Maelice stepped forward.

The warrior knelt behind the lay sister, and ran her hands along the back of the young woman's thighs. Runhild let out a content purr of pleasure, and before the eyes of Lilith, Maelice leaned her head in. She pressed her lips to the slick folds of Runhild's cunt, and dragged her tongue within her. Runhild moaned anew, as her juices flowed along the pink muscle that pressed within.

Maelice closed her eyes as the flavour of lust flooded her mouth. She gripped Runhild's hips, and pushed her mouth tight against the lay sister's sex. There was another hungry moan, and the Mother Superior set her hand upon Maelice's head.

"Harlot warrior, who battles wickedness, be at peace with your lust as you are at one with the shadows. Let not greed fester, nor envy consume, but bathe in the moonlight of your desires," Emilie said as Maelice drank deep from Runhild's release.

When she leaned back to rest upon her heels, Emilie lifted her hand. Maelice looked upon Runhild's glistening folds, and listened to her heavy breaths for a moment before she wiped her lips and chin clean. She rose to her feet then and was about to say something when she heard a distant scream.

Both Emilie and Maelice moved to the window to look out over the grounds. The lay sisters that had been tending the gardens were in full flight to the abbey. Their screams carried across the yard as they ran. From the gate streamed ghouls, wicked blades and spears in hand. One of the lay sisters was upon the ground a spear slammed through her chest.

"Why are the protections not working? Why now?" Emilie asked, but Maelice was already in a sprint. She bashed through both doors and down the night stairs to the church with a grip on her blade.

In the church's narthex Rochelle stood with crossbow in hands. The playful sensual expression Maelice had grown used to was replaced once more with the stern gaze she had first seen. She called to the lay sisters, beckoned them.

"They'll be run down. We must go out there, buy them time," Maelice told her lover, who nodded in reply.

As one the two nuns surged out through the main doors of the church and onto the grounds. The lay sisters continued their flight across the grass, ghouls in hungry pursuit. Two of the monsters leapt and crashed into one of the lay sisters. She screamed out before a club smashed into the back of her skull. Her legs twitched once, before she was still.

Maelice drew her sword and grasped the hilt with both hands. Her eyes flicked to the blade and the sigils drawn along its length. Unholy signs engraved in the steel, Maelice took comfort from them.

There was a loud click from beside her as Rochelle loosed a bolt. A ghoul with a rusted axe in its hand crumpled with the bolt lodged in its skull. Almost immediately the nun thumbed the nut into position and put the face of the crossbow against the ground and slipped her foot behind the bow proper.

"Run. Get inside," Maelice said as her hand waved for the lay sisters to get past and into the church. Beside her Rochelle grasped the string with both hands and pulled back. Her teeth grit together as she got the string into place and picked up her weapon.

The first of the lay sisters had reached them and streamed past. Maelice moved through the throng, sword upright before her. As the fourth lay sister ran past, a bolt zipped past them all and slammed into a ghoul's chest. The demon grasped at the wound and choked as blood poured from its mouth. After a few stumbled steps it collapsed face first into the ground, but Maelice counted at least eight more of them.

"God be my shield, Lilith my blade. Let me shed the blood of the wicked this day and safeguard the innocent," Maelice whispered to herself as the last of the sisters was about to pass.

A spear tip burst from the woman's chest in a spray of blood. She gasped and fell to her knees before she stared down at the steel point that emerged from between broken ribs. The ghoul behind her snapped off its spear and cackled in its wheezy voice as the lay sister fell to the side with glassy eyes.

Maelice leapt forward and brought her sword down. The ghoul's eyes widened as it brought up the broken haft of its spear. Maelice's blade snapped through the paltry defence in a shower of splinters, and her blade cleaved into the beast's shoulder with the crunch of bone. The smell of rotted flesh rose from the creature even as Maelice twisted her sword to the side. She could feel her steel shift bone before she popped the ghoul's collarbone outwards. Frothed blood gushed upwards as broken bones pierced its lung.