Drakkwall
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It is a new autumn in the small farming community called Westbrook in England, during the 15th Century, the year is 1492, and the local drunk of the town, a young man named Richard Brooks, was lying in the garden of the local church, smelling of alcohol and burned tobacco. He was a homeless peasant who had been taken of all he owned by the Church and the King after they made his father, who had been the Duke of Westbrook, leave all his lands to them after many threats.
Now he lived on the streets, drinking and fighting, and he was a good warrior, having been trained by his father before he fell ill. The local church had no priest or bishop, as it was too much out in the nowhere to be really sought after by the Church, so instead it had seven nuns caring for the church. Though few came to the church with the wars and disease thriving. Young, Richard put the bottle of cheap wine to his mouth and drank up the last drops before throwing it into the bushes, and laid there in the badly cared garden, the nuns were no gardners and nobody wanted to work with it with the war going on.
But he liked the garden, it was only place he felt at peace, it reminded him of his mother's garden ,before she was taken by the Black Death. The late King Richard had died, along with his entire curt, poisoned by some vigilant while they attended the deathbed of his youngest son, Edmund of Edinburgh, the infamous Black Adder who had brought many evil and good people to their knees before he was betrayed and taken down by his own men.
"Here again Mister Brooks?! You cannot keep doing this to yourself!" The head nun of he church, miss Laura Twinpeak, whose last name was often compared to the big breasts she kept contained in her nun clothes. "Le've me be (hick) Laura... I g't n'thin' da l've (hick) fer, j'st let me die 'ere... (hick)" "You are going to get a good wash up and that's final! Don't talk all nonsense!" As the beautiful nun moved to lift up the drunk from the ground she lost her balance and Richard found himself pressed into her impressive mounds and her thick scent filled his nose, his cock hardening in his trousers, rubbing against her bum .
"M-Mr. Brooks! Stop it!" She screamed as the drunk warped his strong arms around her body and rubbed his face against her breasts, while his hands stroked her pink stocked legs , making her bite her lips as she tried to suppress a moan. She squealed in surprise when he yanked down the top of her nun robe and rubbed his face against her now bare breasts and blushed as he mumbled out drunkenly. "Mmmm ye sm'll (hick) g'od Laura (hick) s'xy an' n'ce (hick) g't da näce p'ir ef titties too- (hick)" She weakly struggled as the drunk licked and suckled on her breasts, his hard cock rubbing against her thighs as he held her against her, and she found her defenses against Richard weaken.
Laura & Richard
http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/d/Demien/58112.jpg
Now he lived on the streets, drinking and fighting, and he was a good warrior, having been trained by his father before he fell ill. The local church had no priest or bishop, as it was too much out in the nowhere to be really sought after by the Church, so instead it had seven nuns caring for the church. Though few came to the church with the wars and disease thriving. Young, Richard put the bottle of cheap wine to his mouth and drank up the last drops before throwing it into the bushes, and laid there in the badly cared garden, the nuns were no gardners and nobody wanted to work with it with the war going on.
But he liked the garden, it was only place he felt at peace, it reminded him of his mother's garden ,before she was taken by the Black Death. The late King Richard had died, along with his entire curt, poisoned by some vigilant while they attended the deathbed of his youngest son, Edmund of Edinburgh, the infamous Black Adder who had brought many evil and good people to their knees before he was betrayed and taken down by his own men.
"Here again Mister Brooks?! You cannot keep doing this to yourself!" The head nun of he church, miss Laura Twinpeak, whose last name was often compared to the big breasts she kept contained in her nun clothes. "Le've me be (hick) Laura... I g't n'thin' da l've (hick) fer, j'st let me die 'ere... (hick)" "You are going to get a good wash up and that's final! Don't talk all nonsense!" As the beautiful nun moved to lift up the drunk from the ground she lost her balance and Richard found himself pressed into her impressive mounds and her thick scent filled his nose, his cock hardening in his trousers, rubbing against her bum .
"M-Mr. Brooks! Stop it!" She screamed as the drunk warped his strong arms around her body and rubbed his face against her breasts, while his hands stroked her pink stocked legs , making her bite her lips as she tried to suppress a moan. She squealed in surprise when he yanked down the top of her nun robe and rubbed his face against her now bare breasts and blushed as he mumbled out drunkenly. "Mmmm ye sm'll (hick) g'od Laura (hick) s'xy an' n'ce (hick) g't da näce p'ir ef titties too- (hick)" She weakly struggled as the drunk licked and suckled on her breasts, his hard cock rubbing against her thighs as he held her against her, and she found her defenses against Richard weaken.
Laura & Richard
http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/d/Demien/58112.jpg
