Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

We got into the living room and I walked to the back of the cabin to drop the items I was carrying. I returned to see her eyes scanning the entire room.

"It's nice". She complimented, sounding impressed. "Is it yours?". Her eyes drifted to mine.

"A friend's".

She nodded her head in understanding.

"The bathroom is that way". I pointed towards the hallway. "First door. Just in case you want to get all of that mud from your body".

She looked down at her body and clothes that were covered in mud from when she was digging the grave.

"Thank you". She muttered before bee-lining for the hallway.

"You're free to use my body wash". I called out to her.

When she was gone, I slumped into the nearest couch, waiting for her to be done with the bathroom. While I waited, the information I found out about her crowded my thoughts.

With every encounter with the woman, I found something intriguing about her. I was yet to discover why she was leading a double life. And again, I'd just found out she was the daughter of one of the men that wanted me dead.

But then, her feelings towards the priest were mutual to mine. We had a common enemy.

Every time I manage to forget her, she barges into my life. I needed to solve the mysteries she was carrying.

While I was deep in my thoughts, I felt a hand tap me. My eyes snapped towards its direction to see her standing in front of me, with just a towel covering her nudity. The towel was barely mid-thigh. Her hair was wet, slicked back with tiny droplets of water running down her face.

I couldn't stop myself from feeding my hungry eyes as they involuntarily roamed the exquisite creation before me.

"Could you lend me a shirt?". She asked, clearly oblivious to my lustful gaze.

"Come with me". I growled from the sudden tightness in my throat.

Standing to my feet, I walked to the bedroom with her behind me. When she got in, she closed the door with a soft click. Furthermore, that reminded me that there was a bed not too far away and an almost naked woman in the same room with me. The urge to turn towards her and haul her against me was so strong I had to ball my palms into fists to control myself.

Moving to the closest, I got her a t-shirt and shorts, placing them on the bed.

I couldn't stand being so close to her. My self-control was thinning by the second and that wasn't good. As much as I'd love to touch her, I wanted her to want my touch and maybe even beg for it.

I left the room to take my bath. As I stood under the shower, with the water cascading over me, all I could think about was her naked body writhing under, moans of pleasure escaping her plump pink lips. These images and that of her cladded in just a little towel swarmed around my head and in no time, my cock was as hard as a rock, seeking attention.

I couldn't hold myself anymore. My hands wandered from my arbs to my cock, gripping it hard by the base. A moan almost slipped past my lips from the contact but I bit my lips hard. The last thing I wanted was for her to be aware I was jerking off in the bathroom.

I continued stroking my cock to thoughts of my cock buried deep in her pussy. My balls were heavy, ready to spill out their seed at any time. I stroked harder to the images swirling around my head, imagining my hand was her wet pussy gripping my cock.

Come strutted out from my cock, the images of her naked body driving me to my first orgasm in months. I couldn't hold back the growl that escaped my lips from the pleasure.

Satisfied with me, I cleaned up and left the bathroom with a towel secured around my waist. Getting into the room, she was standing at the window, looking out into the night. It was obvious she was deep in thoughts.

"Penny for your thoughts?". I asked, startling her.

She opened her mouth to speak but words didn't come out. Her eyes drifted to my naked torso, traveling from my abs to the towel around my waist. They lingered there for a while. She was unashamedly checking me out. The realization made me smirk.

"Like what you see?".

"You wish". She replied, struggling to return her eyes to my face.

"I don't need to wish for it baby. It's written all over your face".

That did it. She brought her eyes back to mine.

"Your ego is bigger than this house".

"And it'll get bigger when I'm done making you orgasm more times than you've ever done in your life". I stamped my words with her wink.

Her eyes drifted from mine to the ground at my words but her red-stained cheeks didn't go unnoticed by me. Without sparing me another glance, she trudged out of the room, leaving me alone to change into clothes.

She was in the sitting room seated on the sofa when I walked in. Her eyes were glued to the tv screen, watching a particular show. If she'd noticed me, she didn't show it. I got into the kitchen to see the food I'd prepared was cold.

I was hungrier than I'd been when I initially prepared it. After heating it in a microwave, I ditched it into two plates, taking hers to her. She muttered words of thanks and began eating with her focus still on the television. I ate in the kitchen, sitting by the kitchen island.

Afterward, I did the dishes and headed to bed. I stripped off my clothes down to my boxers and got into bed. A while later, the room door opened and she stepped in, closing it with a soft click. She stood by the door watching me. She wanted an invite to get into bed.

"I'm not gentlemanly enough to offer the bed to you and sleep on the tiny sofa so get in if you're comfortable with sleeping with me". My traitorous body didn't miss the implications of my words.

Moving from the door, she moved towards the bed and got in, sleeping at the far end away from me. I pulled the covers over us and turned off the light. It would have been easier if sleep had come instantly. But no, I had to be constantly reminded of the woman just a little distance away from me. When it finally came, I slept off, dreaming of her alluring body wrapped around mine.

I woke up at night to feel a soft body pressed against mine with a leg thrown over my waist, dangerously close to my cock. Through my hazy state, my hands Instinctively moved to feel what it was and they landed on a lacy material. They moved further and grabbed a soft body part.

She shifted in her sleep, placing her leg over my boxers covered cock. It was then I realized she was the one lying to me and I knew without a doubt that what I was holding was her ass.

She must have taken off the shorts I'd lent her sometime in the night while I was sleeping.

My palms splayed on her ass cheeks and my cock twitched from the contact, urging me to feel more and I couldn't stop myself. My hands held on to her soft ass, kneading it softly. In a matter of seconds, my cock was hard, wanting more action but I chose that time to stop before it got too late.

I liked the feel of her soft body against me. So instead of moving her away, I wrapped my arms around her waist and went back to sleep, ignoring my aching cock.