Sins of Mother Superior ~a closed and wicked tale for SweetP & I~

[BLACK BART]

“Why ME, and WHY here?”

1233 A.D., Earthen time, the thirteenth century and not a lot to be said about it. For there was no running water, no sanitation, in fact no modern convenience’s at all. For all the data collected, Tal knew the humans of that time had barely discovered fire, the wheel. And, oh yes… religion, each worshipping their own God and fighting wars over whose was the most omnipotent.

That was the crux of the problem; a lowly priest had died leaving a tiny parish unmanned, with only a female “Nun” (he was still trying to fully understand the nuances of a language called English) to lead the “flock”, and history was about to be made when the same female appointed herself “Mother” of that flock, and changed the course of history that sent ever increasing ripples forward through time until it altered other significant events, creating a war, then famine and plague on Earth that destroyed over 80 percent of the population, decimating a planet that was supposed ally itself with his own species in the Earth’s 31st century.

Humans, an emotional species, to say the least, fragile of mind and body, irrational and often unpredictable, and yet remarkably tenacious, pulling themselves out of the quagmire one day, and a few short thousand years later launching themselves into outer space to explore the stars. It was that tenacity that brought them to his species, their arrival bringing fresh life to an ancient culture and beings, but that had changed and Tal was sent to correct it. He smiled, then grimaced as he caught the refection of himself in the slow flowing creek he now followed downstream and towards the voices of humans, knowing the telemetry of his craft had brought him close to the desired before he stored it, and from now on he had to depend on the body created for him to use.

He was tall, at least by human standards, six foot six, and his long legs carried him easily down the grassy banks, the lower gravity of this world making his 245 pound frame step lightly, his pleasure in how the muscles behaved growing as he stopped, then tossed his shoulder length blond hair back and surveyed the humans below in the water.

“Female humans, the worst kind”

He muttered and took in the scene, dark drab smocks were in each of their hands as they chatted away, thin, nearly see through shifts still covering their bodies, long hair dripping wet and dangling over shoulders, hiding the true shapes of the woman. He smiled again, and this time relaxed, shrugging muscled shoulders under a mock tunic, knowing the cloth was as accurate as possible, but too history often was distorted over the centuries. He adjusted his cock under the coarse, “homespun” pants, knowing it had a mind of its own, the swelling in reaction to the females below and hormones produced by the human body he inhabited. It was another challenge, a detail in a list of many, the reaction not unpleasant but annoying as he began to whistle a merry tune and stride down to the creeks edge to announce his presence.

“I am looking for the Castle Paragon, and it’s Priest, can ANY of you ladies show ME the way?”

He stood stunned as the five females below him screeched and then screamed unintelligently, diving under the tepid water’s surface as if wanting to drown themselves, only to rise above again to screech louder as their eyes looked at him with fright, nearly rolling back as they dove under again and again until it grated on his nerves and began to move beyond annoying into the ridiculous.

“WHAT IS GOING ON! Are you in DANGER?”

He lifted his voice and roared, his words rolling off the water and rocks to echo down the creek, his eyes turning to the lush pasture and the animals who stood looking curiously at the frantic behavior, the water having it’s effect and making the shifts see through to cake itself to each body and display the lush, full curves and pointed tips atop pairs of bouncing breasts. It came to him that HE was the threat, and though the women wore the scanty shifts they considered themselves “naked” to his eyes, that assumption making him smirk, then scowl as they wasted his time.

“ENOUGH!!! STOP YOUR CHILDISH ANTICS AND THE INSISTENT CLUCKING, ANSWER MY QUESTIONS….NOW!!!”

He roared louder this time, the women suddenly stilled and frozen in the water, as were all the wildlife for miles, the only sounds the babbling creek as it merrily stole the females outer clothing, washing it down stream.

“YOU there--- Answer ME”

He pointed to the youngest and most shapely of the gaggle with his walking stick, her timid smile and direction of her brown eyes making him smile, her answer satisfying as she pulled her eyes from the bulge in his pants to meet his own dark blue orbs.

“Yes MY Lord, You are ON Castle Paragon’s Land, and WE are the Sisters of the Parish, Forgive our silliness but you are the first REAL man we have seen close up since the Father Ravinia passed away LAST winter -----“

Tal wondered what “REAL” meant, had there been others before him sent to the same mission and had they failed. He looked over the entire gaggle of frozen and thoroughly “perky” women, then laughed.

“Unless you intend to take me to your current Leader…. NAKED….. I suggest you gather your clothing and don it NOW”

For the next few minutes his presence was forgotten, the women once again shrieking and busy chasing the escaping cloth, a mad dash of bouncing female flesh rushing past him in the waters that turned into a confused mêlée, the clothing captured, tossed back and forth until an owner claimed it and shrugged into the tight, wet confines, misfortune coming to the youngest and would be guide as her own was nowhere to be found. The four dressed and thoroughly shaken women left her standing behind without a word or second glance, as if sacrificing her to a Demon to save the rest of them, and he offered his hand to the crest fallen woman and watched silently as she accepted it, then climbed out of the water.

“What is your name child?”

He asked of the shivering woman, her lush body drawing a swelling in his pants even larger before, her actions to dry her hair as she lifted her arms to wring it out behind her making him realize the “Mission” wasn’t going to be so bad after all...

“Sarah, MY Lord, I am Sister Sarah, youngest of the Parish and at your Service”

Tal smiled and shrugged out of his own tunic, baring his massive chest and corded muscles to her appreciative eyes, watching as she slipped it over her head and shoulders, the tunic dwarfing her 5 foot 2 size and hanging well below her pert ass and arms reach.

“Take me to your Leader, Sister Sarah…. And later perhaps we can discuss this “service” you offer so freely…”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sister Kathryn

Lady Tatiana Katrina Mooreland, the only daughter of a widowed Earl, and now simply Sister Kathryn. Her name, far too grand for that of a woman of God, and so it was reduced and changed as were many things in her life. She was a tall woman, many claimed sickly and frail looking as she stood over men and she was not voluptuous as her fellow Ladies in Waiting. Week past, she reached thirty years of age with only a small moment of sadness for the life a little girl had wanted and the reality of the life she now had. Never had she been courted for her frailty and height had been off putting to the local Gentry. A spinster long ago, she entered the convent at the age of twenty and one. Moving around as needed and instructed, she came to a small parish, in an old worn keep in a place few ever ventured to, mostly from. Nine years and counting, and five had been in this small quiet bit of heaven on earth.

She sat at her desk, reading the missives that had come and looking.. Nay, hoping! For relief from the Pope. When would another Father be arriving? How long could she over see things here and this parish on her own? Most of the nuns here were new, none have had more than three years and suspicion said many were sent here due to unruly behaviors. If she were a sarcastic bitter woman, she would venture they were daughters of men who did not wish to bother with dowry and match making. It seemed that the Lords and Ladies had no troubles making off spring, but maintaining them were another matter entirely.

She made notes in her journal of the previous night’s activities, punishment of Sarah, stock and food supply used and needed. She made note to send the Sisters out to visit and see to the poor folk not far down the road and the wee ones there in. She made more notes of chores and duties, confession were needed and who would do the blessings tonight and who had done it the night before. It were a thick journal of neat penmanship and careful use of ink, as supply were limited as were coin to which it was purchased. Washed and dressed properly, her worn work hands were tucked before her as her roasary sway in her belt, small measured steps as sea green eyes peered about the hall of the key.

The noise was heard long before the sisters made their way into the keep, and it worried her greatly. Moving down the stairs at a near run, she nearly tripped over her own habit to reach the doors and tug them open. They stopped, staring at her, as much as she stood with wide eyes, watching and looking over them.

“Sister Kat!” One, a very wet and disheveled one in the rear gasped out, her head bent so she couldn’t be sure which it were.

“Sister, there was a man!” One bemoaned and another giggled.

“A man?” Worry slipping at the blushes and the giggles, as it seemed the noise were not one of distress but of something else entirely. And she relaxed, though she stood many inches over all the women present, she seemed to be peering down at each and every one, knowing eyes inspecting each face of each woman. “None of you were hurt?” She ventured and a sea of heads all shook negatively. Again, she could relax but the worry in her eyes did not diminish.

“He was loud, Sister. He seemed angry.” Another added.
“Who was he?” Whispered one to another, and it continued on with looks and murmurs, a girl shivered as her wet under things began to soak through her habit.

“Come inside..” She started to count heads and paused, “Where is Sarah?” Her fingers tipping one head up to spy Agnes with quite the red plump cheeks and shame lowering her eyes. Just what had happened? “Upstairs!” She clapped her hands loud as her voice barked an order none best disobey. “Change those robes and make yourselves presentable!” Another stern order, but she stood in the door with her hands folded meekly, quietly before her, watching the trail up to the keep with alert and keen eyes.

Eyes which widened as a head came over the rise, at the distance it were, he had one large cranium. Followed by wide shoulders and.. She could feel her head tipping up, her eyes traveling the man’s size as he came up and over, dwarfing Sarah as they walked. Sarah a space or two behind the man, and wearing.

“Oh .. my..” The lump in her throat and the fear battering her heart rose swiftly, unbidden and she did not like it at all! Never had a man stood so tall as to tower over her and make HER head shift back and up, and up yet further. She gaped, openly without conscious thought as the pair came up and stopped at the cobbled stoop.

“Sister..” A meek voice squeaked from behind the towering giant.

“Inside Sister Sarah.” She ordered, remembering finally to wipe the dumb founded look from her face and close her mouth. The slight curvy blond scampered past with a bob dip of movement and a very flushed smiling face. Had he done something to Sarah? Why was she wearing his ..

She cleared her throat, a little at a loss on what to even say to this man blockading the keep doors. Never, ever had she seen such a giant of a man, she actually felt petite.. and vulnerable. She didn’t much like that. Stern, she had to remain and remember to remain stern and above reproach, she was a woman of God.

“Sir.” She greeted in a quiet cool tone, her eyes fighting to remain off his chest, to stop comparing the size of him to that of a fabled heroes of old. “I do hope that there were no troubles this morn?” Had they trespassed onto his land? Were he lost? She eyed his face carefully, certain she knew all who did dwell in the vicinity of the keep and parish. He was an unknown man from memory, but she could be wrong about that as well.

“Might I have your name?” She asked, again her tone was that of a superior, broke no ill will but starched enough to know she meant business.

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon

Sarah turned out to be a woman with endless information, facts, dates, relationships, names of friends, nearby villagers and events. She talked and talked, and talked, until his head hurt but still he listened carefully, knowing she was infatuated with him and the information was priceless, that the details gave him insight of the population and if he used it right it would be to his advantage. They followed the same trail the other nuns took and shortly crested a hill, the view of a two story, stone walled structure now before them.

“OUR Castle”

She announced proudly, and then took the lead down the hillside, still chatting away as he increased the pace, her excitement obvious as she reached the level grassy plain and turned to him.

"It used to belong to a warlord, but that was before, during THE wars, now it’s Our home, and The Parish, where Mother Kathryn looks over Us. Maybe you can stay, and help? We NEED a man like you.”

The chattering woman blushed at her words, and he smiled, once again taking the lead, heading for the heavy wooden outer doors that hung askew on the walls, the first sign of disrepair that permeated through the courtyard and to the Parish doors where the other four women milled about. He looked over their heads to where they focused their words and attention, a taller, handsome woman standing before them, instinct telling him he had found the leader as he pushed through the females and she addressed him

“No, there wasn’t any trouble, just some .... excitement when I asked your … followers … for directions to here.”

He ducked under the door, stepping inside the smaller room, his eyes moving around the bare, almost emptiness and then back to the taller, thin woman. He had an effect on her, it was obvious the way she clutched her hands, how her bosom heaved under the cloth, and how her tongue flitted out to lick her lips until, with an effort, she collected herself and asked his name.

Instead, he smiled, turned his head to the one who guided him to the castle, and spoke softly.

“Sarah, IF you’re done with my tunic I’d like it back?”

He smiled as the small blond stepped forward and without thinking pulled the tunic up and off her body, her thin shift lifting with it to show she wore nothing else under it, then dropping back into place as the others giggled and Sarah returned the tunic to him with a smile and a curtsey. He lifted the tunic, his hands touching the roof of the interior as he did, then lowered it over his own head and shrugged back into it as he faced the woman.

“Is it customary to deny a guest and traveler in your Parish even a draught of water, I ask out of curiosity sake, had not Sister Sarah here told me you are Mother Kathryn, the Superior Leader of this group, I’d never know I was in a holy place. As to MY name? I am Lord Talon Lafayette, from THE Northern Precinct, SENT here to investigate the parish, and to see what can be done… about all of this”

He spoke in a level tone, letting his eyes show the distaste as to the condition that existed everywhere, knowing the parish was far away from any real civilization, isolated from the Churches fledgling center, and threat news travelled slowly, often taking a year when a new King took command, or another war broke out. The isolation and distance was to his advantage, and he intended to take full advantage of it, accomplishing the task he was sent there for, and then returning as quickly as he could. He placed his fists on his hips, drew his body up to its full height, squaring his considerable shoulders before looking down at the leader of the small group as he spoke.

“Now… Mother Kathryn, perhaps you’ll shoo these Ladies away, and We can talk about the future of this Parish?”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sister Kathryn

A dark brow lifted over her green eye, only indication she had hair was the brow as her habit covered her entirely every where else.

"Of Course." She bit out, "Sister Agnes, take Sister Sarah to her chambers so she may properly clothe herself. Sister Mary, please bring this gentleman a goblet of water." She turned then and motioned the man to proceed her towards the long table and benches surround to seat himself.

"Word travels slowly, as I am sure you are aware of. Especially here." She looked him over, seeing nothing to suggest he were of the church or means in which he could enforce his will, nor had his name rang any truth to her extensive knowledge of the surrounding areas.

"Word has not reached here to suggest a man being sent nor the purposes of such." She motioned and waited until he sat down before she sat a distance across from him. Squaring off, she felt almost trapped by his size. "Funds have been tight for all, most here offer trade in means of food and cloth as none have means to donate to the care and up keep. The last stipend from the church was stolen en-route to us here. So things are a bit..." She hated to say it but she was no ninny and quite blunt when need be. "Tight at the moment."

She fell quiet as Sister Mary brought the man a goblet of water, a plate of bread and a bit of cheese pulled from the wheel. "I do hope it will ease any pains of hunger until supper can be finished?" She thanked Sister Mary quietly, "See that the chores are done and the sister's go about the usual day."

Sister Mary looked as if she might protest leaving Kathryn with the man but a hand held up to still her tongue, protests and Kathryn's assuring smile was all that was done, "Yes, Mother." Uttered from Mary's lips as she went to see to the given tasks.

"We are a poor parish Sir, and I do not wish to insult you, but I do not have any proof of the claims you make. If you would like to remain here and work until such time a letter may arrive, there is ample room in the barn." She offered as kindly as she could, though her tone was softly spoken it was still.. a bit skeptical of him and his motives. "A meal and roof over your head we can provide, and it can be worked out in trade until some instruction arrives or perhaps a new priest may arrive." She sat stiffly, her hands in her lap and she made conscious effort to keep her eyes on his and no where else.

Intimidating, to say the least, this man made her unsettled.

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon

"No offense taken, after all you have a duty to perform and charges to watch over, it is a heavy burden and a thankless one at times"

He had expected to be tested, knew the Church was strong on paperwork, her own cluttered desk proving Mother Kathryn adhered to it strictly, just as she tried to control her charges. He knew too from ancient records how desperate the remote parishes were for cash, that they tried hard to be self sufficient, and often failed, the lack of stored grain, or fruits and vegetables in the store rooms outside proof of that to him as he had walked in. It was an extreme life, and even for humans who were used to denying themselves the luxuries in life, they still needed the essentials, desperately....

"I am a Lord in the North, and support the Church, EVEN though they move slowly.... Too slowly at times, Still the Cardinal was able to give me THIS, and I brought funds from my OWN purse, rather then wait 6 months, knowing you'd starve"

He pulled a calf skinned parchment from his travel bag, unrolled the delicate letter inside, offering it to the "Mother" so she could see the wax seal was still intact and did indeed bear the imprint of a Cardinals ring.

"I accept the offer of hospitality for the night only, but think it best I lodge in town, No need to give the locals fuel for rumors, is there now?"

He need an ally in the Parish, and who better then the Mother Superior, with her on his side he could locate the problem and correct it in a way that solved the future disaster, and guarantee he didn't cause a greater disaster in the time stream.

"You need a MAN"

He spoke and knew by her startled eyes he had caught her off guard, that she had taken his words wrong, and he smiled

"To mend, repair, and improve, to get ready for winter..."

He could see the relief in her face and eyes as he clarified, was pleased knowing he disturbed her in a primitive way, that his body and presence could so easily distract her.

"I can't make it back before winter arrives, so I'll become a regular face at your Castle, Mother Kathryn, and help you restore your home to a better state, for your sake, and your charges. NOW, if you have the time, I'd like a full tour of your Castle, parish, and finally the barn... My home, for the night"

He stretched his arms and body, his eyes on hers as she did , then smiled as she blushed and turned back to the door to duck under it and move outside, catching Sarah peeking from a window and winking as her as she pulled back inside.

It was definitely going to be interesting, he decided, pleasurable .... even .. Maybe...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sister Kat

Finger tips brushed the large thick male tips of his own and a hint of red darkened her cheeks. He spoke low but with confidence, much like a lord of the land just might do and his tone of voice... It was a deep rumble of baritone that broke no arguments. He was a man used to getting his way and things done properly.

He addressed her wrong, but it was not her place to judge and perhaps he were new to this as she had once been as well? She took the parchment and read it over, thrice before nodding her head and re-rolling, with care, the same to tuck it to her beaded belt about her slim hips. She stood then slowly, gathering her thoughts as she motioned him to proceed before her to the door.

"This way.." She paused as she did not know what to call him by exactly, "Mr. Lafayette." She happened to guess and unsure if he held title or wished to be spoken or addressed by such in which she were not aware... She was beginning to feel a pain behind both eyes as her head started to throb. She was unsettled, by... She could not place a finger on it, but all of it. Perhaps it was only her tiredness, weary soul and he spoke truths she had long since blocked each day just to get energies to crawl out of her narrow bunk each morn. He said not more than she already knew to be true.

"The barn." She moved to the doors and would have pulled them open, had he not stepped forward to do so. She blushed yet again, and chastened herself mentally for behaving to simperingly foolish. No man had bothered to open a door for her in quite a long time, as they were the first to arrive in church and the last to leave. Same with home, she was the first up and last to bed each night. "IT has need of some minor.." Her hands waved slightly around, searching for the right words as she looked about the cluttered mess. Old harness and tackle for the oxen and mules, long passed, sat covered in dirty and bits of hay. A sad mare in her stall, stood chewing without care nor bother to even look their way. The cluck of a few hens fluttered about the rooster high in the beams, over watching but few fowl remained. "Ladder is over there." At least the hayloft, bare, was cleaned out last week. Perhaps a sign?

"The roof has a few leaks, but over all not much here but some heavy lifting and sorting of wayward hens.." She offered with a slight hopeful smile. He dwarfed all around him, herself included and the barn being smaller than the keep, she felt even more trapped with the man. Only he stood in a most passive of ways, even for a man his size he did not appear at all aggressive but looked quite thoughtful.

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon

The barn was impressive in it's size and original design, massive beams supporting it's two story structure, cut from sturdy hardwood and stout enough to survive the test of time, he decided. But what wasn't impressive was the obvious state of decay of the equipment inside and the lack of animals to do the work, her own soft admission of the leaks and repairs so badly needed telling Tal that it was beyond her resources and ability to correct the problems.

He turned, looking for the store rooms, and spying them behind cluttered remnants of tackle and cast off clothing, he shuddered, knowing what he'd see as he pulled each door open, the floors and shelves so bare that not even a rodent existed inside, and he turned to face the demure woman to speak softly.

"Tomorrow I will go to your nearest town and hire men, they can't harvest all your fields as obviously nothing existed to plant them with, but I did see several groves of grapes that Sarah identified as yours, so I will put them to work repairing this fine structure, then harvesting those grapes."

He knew he'd be with the parish for at least a year, and that if he didn't take over to fight back the desolation, the entire group would starve to death, and that wasn't an acceptable solution to his mission or own code.

"I will assume full control of the grounds, land and work to be done outside the parish, and ask you give your word and support to me in ALL matters, in return I will guarantee you and your charge are treated with respect and remain safe as the work is done, You and I need to work together on restoring your Parish and regaining your own self respect as WE do so, it will be hard work and my methods sometimes seem unorthodox, but before the cold sets in we all will be quite pleased, I am sure"

He smiled in reassurance, took her hands into his own, patting them gently and wondering at how tiny a hand she had compared to his massive mitts, his eyes meeting her and seeing the confused emotions in them, knowing he was stirring her mind and body in ways she hadn't had to face for many years.

"Let's finish the tour in the morning before I leave, that will let you rest and form a list of necessities for the trip, it's time you clothed those women in dresses, not potato sacks, they need to feel good about themselves and also be dressed for the weather as they will be working with Us. Now if you don't mind I am going to use your creek and take a bath, to wash away the grime of travels?"

He smiled as she answered, then released her hands, his own tingling and making him wonder why, she was a Nun after all, leader of the group, and though she was human he thought better trained to resist the temptations of the body?

"That is unless... you'd rather join me?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sister Kathryn

"Yes.. but.." His words cut her off as he went about his plans and details without so much as missing a step nor stumbling over his words. "Yes, my Lord." Came out rather quickly as she lifted her habit hem enough to catch up to him as he strode out the barn.

"Not much has been.. " She nods when he comments about the state of the crops. "Vegetables have been harvested and stored in the cellar below the keep." She pointed out they were not completely destitute. "We have supplies for the winter, though sparse and not much meat." She confessed but fell silent as he went on about their attire.

"Sir, It is what we are required to wear. The habit is to show our status as Sisters, anything else would be unacceptable.." She rushed to add, her head swimming about maddeningly so with how fast he went about orders and details. He truly had far too much stamina, and when he captured her hands, she really had to stop and stare. Mutely her eyes on his large hands dwarfing her own.

"I.." She yanked hers back and quickly away from his grasp, her cheeks flaming red and going hot upon his suggestion! "SIR!?" Gasped out right, "H-How improper!" Her steps retreating as she turned her large doe eyes up to his, her stern frown shifting slowly from the shocked expression and the unwarranted thought that brought.

A stiff finger pointed to the trail, "That will see you to the creek and pond." She snapped in response to his words, completely taken aback from the audacity of this man! "Excuse me.." She darted quickly as she could walk around him and right back up the keep steps, inside and shut the door firmly behind her. Leaning against it, she could see several pairs of eyes gawking from the room as if they had no been staring outside the small windows.

"Chores! Prepare dinner and include our guest! Agnes, see to bedding being brought up and shook out for the Lord Lafayette to use.. And get to town Sister Sarah, the parish will not wait all day for your dallying!" Heart pounding and temper brewing, she marched up to her chambers and sat down heavily at her desk. Her head in her hands as she tried to calm herself and find her peaceful center she was renown for.

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon

He laughed quietly as she ran away. Her body bouncing under the thin cloth she had frowned on when he suggested replacing them, his cock stirring more at the sight of her swaying backside, fully erect now as he walked outside to hear the door slam in the parish and the matrons voice inside firing off rapid orders that created movement inside, and then outside as Sarah moved quickly out the front door.

"IS Everything alright?"

Tal moved to the nun, his eyes studying her pale face, her eyes flitting back to parish, then to his as she told him of Kat's orders for her to go to town at such a late hour.

"It's an hour walk each way plus your time there, you'll be in danger, so I will go with you"

He decided and spoke, then took her hand and began to follow the path they had followed in earlier, his long legs forcing her to nearly run as he set the pace, and once again Sarah began to talk of the parish and the "challenges" they faced, her words reinforcing his earlier assumptions of how little they had in storage. He began to ask more questions, forming an image of each nun in the parish, how long they had been with Kat, their past lives and the reasons each had come out to the desolated parish. In less time then he thought possible they stood on the dirt floor of the main street, and Sarah thanked him for the escorting of her, then moved to a door and slipped inside, leaving him facing the stables and a group of leather aproned men who greeted him politely, then listened to his list of needs.

"Oxen, two, wagons, two, a mare for breeding, a stud horse of good lines, NOT that broken down swayback you offer the inexperienced, planks, nails, rope for the horses and harnesses for the oxen"

They bartered for several minutes, then made a deal, the majority of the animals and wagons to be delivered the same night, a promise of a keg of beer as a bonus making them all happy as Tal moved to the dry goods store to find a clerk and begin creating a second list, the bartering process quickly made a second time and the promise of several more able bodied men to arrive with the goods and be able to supply the labor that Tal knew would be needed for the harvest, and restoration of the barn and several other outer buildings.

Tal sat waiting on the stud horse as Sarah reappeared from the same door, his hand swinging her up in front of him, her body molding itself this, her head laying itself on his broad shoulder as he clucked at the horse to set it back on the path he was becoming to familiar with. The hour walked was accomplished in a third of the time, the warmth and softness of the slumbering Sarah a pleasant thing, the peace and tranquility he found shattered as he entered the parish yard to find all the nuns walking around, calling out the name of the woman he held in his arms

"Hush, you'll wake her"

He chastised the lot softly, looking down at them from the back of the horse, until finally one had the sense to take the reigns and let him swing a long leg over to slide to the ground, landing gently with the still slumbering woman nestled in his arms, the frowning Mother Kat trying to stare him down as he walked towards the Parish doors.

"Stand aside, she's not hurt, just sleeping, exhausted from the day, I suggest you think more of the condition of the women before you order them on a three hour trip next time.... Kat"

He chastised her, then smiled to take the sting away, waiting to see if she'd stand her place or allow him to pass...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sister Kathryn

She moved aside and spoke softly, "Perhaps where you come from, my Lord, it is acceptable to lounge about all morn and day and then leisurely stroll into supper and off to bed without a care, a chore or any real notion of duty but that is not the case here." She added in an equally cool tone.

"It is Sister Kathryn," Correcting his use of a name not given permission in which to utter from his scowling lips. Unafraid of the man, she fixed him with her pointed stare. "While they lounged about children in the village went without lesson, Elderly were without meals and the chicken feed was not picked up. I suppose it is alright to take a day off, the Lord did so as it says in the bible." She cleared her throat, "And on the seventh day, he rested." She quoted from memory.

"It is not that day, this day." Moving ahead of them, concern heavy on her mind for the odd behavior her sisters were displaying because a man had come to the keep and not some elderly aging Priest. He might pose a problem, or they might become quite troublesome... Something she just did not need.

Reaching Sister Sarah's room, she pushed the door open herself, though heavy and old, it moved with ease as she knew well how to oil a hinge. Lighting a small candle at the bedside, she turned down the heavy wool blanket and linen sheets. The straw mattress not too old looked comfortable, considering and she longed for her own bed. Turning to the small fire place in the corner, she knelt down while he set Sarah to her bed. Poker in hand, she stirred the coals a bit and added some dried grass as well as a small log. Shifting, her habit pushed well away from the fire and tucked under her bent knees, she then placed two heavy stone by the hearth edge in case Sister Sarah needed some warming in her bed later this night. Standing from the crackling small fire, the grate returned to keep coals within, the poker rehung, she waited with a passive face as Sarah swung into the bed and the giant of a man tucked her blankets about her.

Clearing her throat loudly, she cut him off from using his hands in too familiar of a manner, "I am sure I can see to Sister Sarah's tucking."

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon

"I am sure you can, IF that was what needed to be done"

Tal turned to the clay water urn, poured a small dollop of water into his kerchief, then touched it to the hot forehead of the sleeping woman.

"I saw several townsfolk sick in town, and wonder if Sarah had contact with them, what kind of errands did you send her on?"

He had watched Sarah fall asleep, felt her body heat climb even as the day cooled and she rested I his arms, and now she was still asleep and burning up under her robe.

"She is sick, her fever is escalating, I hope you know how to help her SISTER Kathryn, and that you gather what cures you have for the fever. I have men coming tonight yet with oxen, carts and tools to help you save your grape crop, so must be outside waiting for them and keeping my promises."

What was it about the Nun that disturbed him, he wondered? Was it her holy attitude perhaps? Or was it instinct telling him there was a hole lot of woman under that shapeless dress she wore?

Either way, he knew, it was going to be interesting to find out

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sister Kathryn

"I do." She managed to say between clenched teeth, the urge to throw something at him climbing as swiftly as the fever. "It is in God's hands." murmured out of habit, without thought so common was the phrase used. Turning to the fire, she moved to the corner and poured some water into a bowl, checking the temperature to be sure it was not too cold nor too warm.

"It is the season, when the weather changes and happens twice a year. I suspect she has whatever it is the villagers have been passing around. Most of us have had it by now and have been recovered, I am not sure why Sarah now suddenly has a fever." Giving him a long pointed stare she motioned him out of the way, thrusting the bowl of water and rag into his hands as she shifted Sarah back to the bed and opened Sarah's robes a bit.

"You can go see to those coming, but did you not just lecture me on sending someone out at this hour?" She gave him another long cool look, relieving him of the bowl once Sarah was situated. Turning, she rung out the excess and soothed the rag across the young nun's brow. "IS it not equally dangerous to go into town where the sickly are as it is to bring the sickly here?" She need not say more, she made her point and if he missed it then it was his short comings, not her own.

... When did she become so .. so shrewish? It startled her a bit, her thoughts and the tone in which she spoke to this particular man. Never had she had cause or issue with another person.. Since... Well, by the light, she could not recall. Another subtle shrug and she rung out the water, repeating the process. It was after she said her bit and bodily moved him aside he finally got the idea and left her to see to Sarah. Perhaps it were the team in the small courtyard making noise that drew him? Who knew, only god would.

For hours she worked silently, alone, over Sarah. Wiping her brow, shedding the young woman's habit and dressing her in a ratty old night gown. It were true, they were in sore need of so much.. but so were so many others. She bit her lip, her father could've done something for his only daughter and their situation but he was a selfish man. So thread bare as it were, it worked. Stripping Sarah and working quickly to redress her before the lout came barging back in, she set about rinsing away the heat from head to toe a few times before covering Sarah up.

Her shoulders and back ached but she paid it no mind, moving a chair and lap quilt into Sarah's room with her, she lounged back and stared into the fire until sleep took her.

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon and his band of merry men

He retreated wisely to the safety of the outdoors, the first of the men and oxen arriving as if on cue, and he put them quickly to work inside the barn and storage areas.

"Burn pile over there down stream, clear the barn completely except for the hand tools and baskets that are salvageable, don't unload the wagons of the roofing, but DO bring the bolts of cloth and fresh food to the Parish door where I will greet you and carry it inside. YOUR place to sleep once the work is done is in the barn, OFF limits is the parish and the nuns, IF I catch anyone where they're not supposed to be... we'll settle it on the spot, Understood?"

For the next several hours he carried armful after armful of cloth, baskets of fresh food, jugs of honey and wine, bags of coarse ground flour and oats, bowls, rude eating utensils and knifes that actually held an edge. He sorted, stacked and tucked it all out of the way in the bare pantry of the parish, then made a slow, quiet walk within the walls to check on the doors, barring each from inside and saving Sarah's room for last.

Somehow he wasn't surprised to see Sister Kat collapsed into a chair next to Sarah's bed, the blanket Kat had laid over Sarah's body kicked off and on the floor, his hand touching Sarah's face to find it still burning hot, her eyes rolling as he pulled away and placed the blanket around Kat's form, then stepped from the room to return to the pantry and find a chair to spend the rest of the night as sentry.... keeping his word to Kat that the parish and nuns would remain safe.

He rose early and rousted the men, let them feed themselves from the food bought and brought with for such purpose, then put the five to work on the roof, studying each and looking for early signs of trouble as the work progressed rapidly, leaving him idle and only too aware of how his clothes and body reeked with the past days work.

He shrugged and took his staff with him, moving down to the creek and finding a hopefully secluded spot that showed little use, creating new clothes of a finer cut but still the correct time period before stripping and slipping into the cool water with a real bar of honest to god soap, taking time to shave before lathering his hair and body, his mind on the fever Sarah now suffered from and if his own presence had brought it on her. He wasn't arrogant enough to deny it was very possible, the body he used was made for one purpose in mind, the creators of it providing ample training in how to use it but also having a habit of holding back on certain technology they implanted


The bath over and his mind refocused on the days work ahead and Sarah's illness, he moved to the edge of the water with stinging eyes and reached for the towel he had set out, his muscled body dripping wet as he climbed the bank...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sister Kathryn

The noise of men carried loud and echoed throughout the keep, and no man nor woman could sleep through it once it got started. Kathryn awoke with a start, a stiff neck and ache in her lower back. Fairly sure her posterior was numb for a good week due to the chair and position she slept, it took her a moment to realize that Sarah was not in her bed.

"Sarah?" She called softly, then louder as someone started hammering outside. Shifting the blanket aside, she managed to get up feeling thrice her age in the process. Searching the dismal room and the other rooms as well, turned up no Sarah but a few sister's said that she appeared to be well and headed off to chores. Concerned but unsure where to even start to look, feeling horrid and looking so, she asked for help in getting a bath set up in her room as there would be no creek bathing today with all these prying eyes about.

In the mean time, Sarah stood wide eyed and hungrily looking over one very well formed and nude male form rising from the only secluded bathing spot in the area. "I .. I b-beg your.. " She exhaled a soft breath, her body heat near unbearable as she stepped closer as he finally unfroze from the bank's edge. "Pardon, my Lord." Stammered out as she reached out, transfixed on his sculpted form to lay a small pale hand to his chest. "You look so hard but you do not feel so.." Breathlessly she spoke, more to herself than to him, her hand joining it's twin upon his person to explore his torso with delicate fingertip.

Shocking, definitely. Amusing? Perhaps. She stood in her thread bare shift, bare foot and hair mussed and hanging down her back in a thick braid, but it was that she came into the creek mud to stand before his towering height, her head top maybe reaching his shoulders, groping the man who seemed frozen in what to do with her.

"May I?" She asked about five long minutes too late, her fingers and blue eyes shifting down to his partially flaccid cock hanging between his thighs. "You.." She paused and gasped aloud, "It moved!" giggling a bit, her hand shifting down to feel him growing within her touch. "I've never touched a man before... " Murmured gently.

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon

He gasped, holding still for the young woman, her touch gentle and exploring as her eyes turned upwards to him, her words confirming what he already knew.

"Yes, I see you that you haven't, but don't be afraid."

He smiled as his cock grew in her hands, twitching, writhing as she unknowingly toyed with the sensitive head, her breath hot on his flesh as he eyed her body through the thin fabric and laid a hand on her half bare should.

"Taste it... If you wish Sarah"

He encouraged her exploration, the fever now gone from her body as he touched it, brushing the shift off her shoulder and down her arm, the swell of a well rounded breast and hard nipple appearing before his eyes, his cock hardening and rising before Sara's own.

"Slip your shift off Sarah and join me in the water, there are ... things... I want to share with you"

He ordered softly and smiled as she blushed, then obeyed, the grey fabric puddling around her feet before she stepped out of it, his hands taking her own as he backed into the secluded bath and drew her with him. He smiled softly, his own hands stroking her face and shoulder, Sarah's own going back to his full erection and her own sex, and he nodded as her eyes grew wide.

"Yes. I can see... You want it... But are frightened, aren't you?"

He spoke softly, his hands drifting slowly down her body, a body so pure.. so chaste, and yet so ripe and begging to be used....

"No need to fear what comes natural to a man and a woman Sarah.. Only enjoy"