blurring the line between dreams and reality

[Marjorie]

It was a day like many other days, Arnel was sitting on the bench beside their fountain, when Sister Mercy joined him to read some more scripture with him, they were nearly threw with the book now. It was a cool autumn day, but pleasant enough to be out without a jacket. Sister Mercy sat upon the edge of the fountain as Arnel looked up and smiled at her.

"I hope the day has been treating you well so far," he said amicably, as he stood, meaning to take a seat beside her on the wide edge of the fountain, but as he came a step closer she slipped, dangerously, toward the water. Arnel dropped the book and rushed to her side too late to catch her. Sister Mercy landed on her rump, chest deep in water, his hands caught in the tangle of fabric swirling around her as he attempted to pull her out.

[Incandesa]

Dreams were the natural habitat of succubi, and Lillith knew all the little nooks and crannies to have fun when you weren't supposed to. Improbable things suddenly became reality, like for example an Ekjin nun's thick white suddenly becoming thin and dangerously transparent when coming into contact with water. Underneath it, a delicate pair of lacy white underclothes could only barely be seen. The fabric clung to her skin, emphasizing every curve of her shape. It was so easy to reveal everything without taking off an ounce of clothing.

When Arnel pulled her up out of the water, it was only natural to lean too close into his arms. Like any good little nun, "Sister Mercy" attempted to cover her buxom chest with her arms. Her cheeks were bright pink and she gave a shy smile, looking up at him. "So sorry about that, it seems I've gotten you wet too."

The innocent act wasn't a trick Lillith used very often, but Arnel might just fall for it. Sister Mercy was the perfect puppet to toy with the self-righteous knight.

[Marjorie]

Because he had leaned down to lift Mercy up out of the water, he got a full view, and wasn't it an eye-full. His gaze snapped quickly away from the wet fabric clinging to her curves and the hints of lace revealed under-neither, and back to her face, when she drew her arm across her body. He tried to ignore the way his temperature rose when she leaned in so close to him and he could feel the press of her breasts against him, more so than usually would be the case given how many layer he was currently wearing.

"It's ok," Arnel said gently, "don't worry about me." Yet... somehow, he was near entirely soaked as well. Which probably shouldn't have been the case. He set her down on the bench and pulled off his cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders. "Perhaps we should get you inside before you catch cold."

[Incandesa]

Lillith gave a sly smile. "Yes, we should, she agreed, and allowed him to guide her into the temple and a private room. She went in and took off the wet clothes behind a screen. The lighting of the candles was just such that the silhouette of her form was easily seen on the cloth of the screen.
Then she popped her head around the screen. Naturally, her habit was taken off as well, and her long golden hair tumbled over her shoulders, covering her chest. An embarrassed blush crossed her cheeks as she smiled. "Um, Sir Arnel, it seems there aren't any spare cloths available. Do you think you might find some in the drawers over there?" she asked. Of course, there wouldn't be any appropriate clothes in the drawers; this was a dream created by a succubus after all.

[Marjorie]

Damn him, but Arnel looked, and caught the sight of her silhouette on the silk screen. Then he looked away rather ashamed of himself. He looked toward her again when she peaked around the screen only to let his gaze immediately fall to the ground.

"Yes, of course," and he went and looked, but, "all of these are empty. Keep my cloak," he said, "and I'll give you my shirt." He took off his coat, and then worked the buttons on his shirt undone before stepping nearer to the scree and reaching over the top of it to hand it down to her. He stepped back away then. Their differences in height would probably have the shirt fall to her knees, well modest enough to be a dress for most women who were not nuns. He reached for his jacket then, intending to put it back on.

[Incandesa]

The shirt was still somewhat damp from the fall in the fountain, and left little to the imagination. What was worse was that it was his shirt she was wearing now, with clearly nothing else. Her hand slid down his chest before lingering over his heart as she looked up at him with dreamy eyes. "Thank you very much," she said shyly. "Is there any way I could repay this generosity? Any way at all?"

She was closer now, far too close for propriety sake. The shirt, being so large, would allow him to see right down her bosom as she pressed forward. It was a completely innocent looking move. No ulterior motives, just a genuine desire to please. In the firelight, her cheeks were rosy and her lips a plump pink, bordering red. They looked sweet and succulent.

[Marjorie]

Arnel's breath caught when she stepped out from behind the screen, he had expected her to be wrapped in his cloak over his shirt. He hadn't had a chance to fasten the buttons on his coat either. Also, he didn't miss the implication that others might suggest was there if they saw her in nothing but his shirt, but at the moment that didn't matter as much sense there was no one else around to see.

"Oh sister," he breathed in a way that that word shouldn't be spoken. "I ah... no, no, thank you. You needn't do anything, I'm happy to help." He let her linger there, so close, her hands on his chest, surly she could feel his heart beat speed up to a gallop. His gaze lingered on her lips a moment. "Perhaps we should... ahh..." He cleared his throat, as he resisted his very real urge to pull her closer still and kiss her. 

[Incandesa]

Oh yes, Lillith could feel exactly how fast his heart was beating. Internally, she giggled. Now, how to ramp things up more? As Mercy, things were a bit trickier. She couldn't be as forward as she normally was. No. The innocent act needed to be kept up.

She fluttered her eyes, a bit eagerly, waiting for his answer. But in the meantime, she decided to fully lean on him. The demoness enjoyed his warmth and muscle, and her leg ever so conveniently made its way between his thigh and his nether regions. She did nothing else, nothing to suggest she was in any way aware of what she was doing. Instead, Lillith's large brown eyes stared deeply into his blue, her own filled with desire and perhaps, though she did not know it herself, love. Their lips were now less than a hand's width apart.

[Marjorie]

Arnel swallows when Mercy pressed herself up against him. He nearly flinched when he felt her leg slid between his thighs and press against his manhood. It was the way she was looking up at him though, that sealed his fate. He hadn't been looked at like that in a long time. Not sense his marriage to Beth was young and full of vibrancy, and she had been so in love with him then, and him so excited to start a family.

Ekjin damn him to hell, but Arnel wanted that feeling again. "Mercy, I -" it was the first time he'd addressed her without her title in a dream or reality. "Why do you have to look at me like that?" he breathed, and then slipped one of his arms around her, pulling her even closer against her, as he leaned down, closing the gap between them with a kiss.

[Incandesa]

The kiss led to an embrace that led to sweet lovemaking, and frankly it was the best sex Lillith had ever had with Arnel. For once, it didn't feel like she was forcing him, even though she was simply giving him what he desired, sinful as it was. He wasn't constantly complaining about what an evil demon she was, while he simultaneously lavished her body. Instead, he was simply a man giving in to his desires for a perfectly *innocent* woman. And so, he was kind to her, just as he was when she played Sister Mercy at the temple. She couldn't help but think of the way he held her in his arms. The way he looked at her. How he was so valiant on the battlefield and quick to protect her when he thought she was in danger (as Sister Mercy, of course). Times like this made her wish she really was Sister Mercy. Maybe then, he would always look at her that way.

Oh dear Ekjin, she was in love.

[Marjorie]

It was so sweet, romantic, that Arnel couldn't even be mad at himself for the fantasy. Of course, he thought it was wrong for him to fantasize about the very young sister Mercy in that way, but not the idea of the fantasy. That he longed to be looked at with that kind of love an affection again, that he craved the closeness of real love -- those were not sinful wants.

That he wanted that from Sister Mercy. Well, that was the problem.