At first, watching the sheer variety of expressions that Lorn elicited from the zealous knight was amusing to Cinder. The novelty quickly wore off as the words became more and more words Cinder did not understand. While the wine was passable and the food was quite good, neither would take a sip or a few thoughtful chews before launching into a new angle of esoteric babble. Mother Lorn developed a superior smirk as Barnaby's frustration turned to fluster as the pair drained more flutes of wine that Jesse would appear to deliver.
Were they… flirting?
Cinder hoped they’d just get a room already before her brain melted out her pointy ears. Also sitting with her back to the Harvestia effigy made her feel like the Goddess’s gaze was boring into her spine.
A twinkle of light caught her eye as she searched for a good excuse to excuse herself. She glanced toward it and saw Illiana peering in through the window. The feline woman did a little flick with her tongue and grinned. Cinder was about to mouth a plea for help when something pressed against her pussy.
Cinder squeaked in surprise.
The attention of both nun and knight swung to her.
“I’m sorry, did you say something, dear?” Mother Lorn asked, her cheeks rosy with wine and her eyes full of concern as she raised her glass for Jesse to refill.
“Ah, no. I had a shiver.” Cinder said, pressing her legs together and straightening in her chair only to feel the pointillist warmth of Illiana’s starself. squeeze between her thighs. A feather light tonque lapped at her sheath.
“Oh my, we’ve been prattling scripture for a while, haven’t we? I apologize, its very rare I get to converse with anyone so well versed as Sir Barnaby.” Lorn said, reaching over and squeezing his hand.
Barnaby’s eyes shot open at the brazen touch. He emitted a soft hiss. Jesse, who had leaned over his shoulder to refill his wine glass, wrinkled her nose. Then straightened suddenly as her cheeks flushed bright red and she chomped on her lower lips. She swiftly retreated to the kitchen without refilling Mother Lorn’s empty glass.
Cinder recognized that expression, momentary disgust followed by arousal. Had Barnaby? Yet, Cinder pushed the question aside. She had no room for it as the warmth slowly circled the emerging tip of her cock while Mother Lorn looked at her like she expected an answer.
“Barnaby is certifiably… a fount of knowledge on justice.” Cinder hazarded as she struggled to keep her breathing regular.
“He is!” Mother Lorn smiled pleasantly. “It's rather unusual for a Knight of K’arl to travel with one of the devil-blooded. How on earth did that happen?”
“By divine providence!” Barnaby said, looking down at his captured hand as if it were a curious puzzle.
“He means we fished him out of a river. He was trying to swim with his armor on.” Cinder said, her own expression growing strained as Illiana began to suck on her left nut.
“Hahaha!” Mother Lorn threw back her head to cackle before turning her attention back to Barnaby. “How did you wind up in the river?”
Cinder didn’t quite catch Barnaby’s mumbled response. Illiana squeezed her cock, and Cinder’s legs sprang open as if they had been latched together. Glancing down, Cinder could only see a sparkling tail with an excited twitch sticking out of her own skirt. “Illiana wha-” Cinder started to whisper when warmth rushed up into her, like the thrust of a cock but a far longer flow.
“Mmmmk!” Cinder managed to press her lips together stifle her scream of surprise and pleasure.
“Oh its fine to laugh at that, my dear!” Lorn said, “My, that’s some providence indeed, Sir Barnaby.”
“Angry cows are nothing to scoff at.” Barnaby said testily.
“Ha, cows labor under the domain of Harvestia. Maybe it is she who sent you wandering.” Mother Lorn said locking eyes with Barnaby, “Wandering to me.”
Cinder took a breath and nearly fell into her food as the flow into her finally stopped. Her cock now strained against the underside of her skirt while her feminine sex felt filled to the brim. Then Illiana began to thrust. A sensation of two columns moving in opposite directions within her. Two alternately thrusting cocks or tentacles or whatever, it was amazing as they propelled her towards a thunderous orgasm.
“To you…” Barnaby whispered. His and Mother Lorn’s heads drifted closer together.
A sudden draft blew across Cinder’s nethers as Illiana lifted the skirt of her dress and hooked the hem behind her stiff cock. To further muffle herself, Cinder slapped both hands over her mouth. Little human hand and gigantic paw meeting. A warm hand pulled her dick downward, and Cinder realized that as she reached the edge of orgasm, Illiana was pointing her directly at the nun across the table.
Across the table, the lips of the nun and the knight met for a forbidden kiss just as Cinder reached her limit. A clench of inner muscles cascaded pleasure downward, focusing it briefly behind her cock. Hips bucked as Cinder yowled, a torrent of sparkling cum launched across and splattered across Mother Lorn’s habit and, to a lesser extent, Barnaby.
Oblivious, their kiss deepened, the few droplets of cum that splashed on Mother Lorn’s sandled feet quickly absorbed into her skin. The flush of her cheeks grew crimson as her ears unfolded into wide cups and twitched. The pair parted with half-lidded eyes, a string of drool connecting their lips.
“Oh my apologii-oooooh!” Mother Lorn moaned, her hands reaching up to squeeze her breasts, wetness already blossoming over each nipple.
“It my indescri- Aaaah!” Barnaby bent over the table, eyes rolling up into his lids. “Tight!” He fumbled at his belt.
“Sooooomethings wrooooong!” Mother Lorn leaned back in her seat, squeezing her breasts as they swelled in her hands, pulling the fabric of the habit taunt over her chest. “Sooo fulll!”
“I have to be filled. Fill me! Fill me with Justice oh my mighty lord!” Barnaby stood from his chair, it toppled over with a bang. With one hand on the table for support, his other undid the buckle of his belt. Then, with the loud tearing of leather and fabric, his hips widened. A short tail sprang upright from between his swelling and rounded buttocks, black with two stripes along its length. A spray of pink vapor fountained from its base and billowed into a cloud as the tail extended in both length and girth. As it arced over Barnaby’s back and beyond his head, the cloud enveloped them both. Cinder, panting and her eyes wide in shock, pushed back from its threshold of the cloud as a horrible stink assaulted her nostrils.
Mother Lorn, gave no sign of distress as she panted within the cloud of odor. She tugged at her tightening habit, contaminating her hands with sparkling cum as she did so.
“Need too… Need muh, muh-Mooooo!” The animal sound poured forth from Mother Lorn’s lips as she finally pulled the robe of her habit down from her shoulders, allowing her huge breasts to spring free. Milk dribbled from each nipple as she squeezed them. With a soft squirk the nipples extended into teats. Mother Lorn’s fingers encircled them and began practiced pulls down their lengths. She gasped as the milk shot from the nipple in a tight stream, to hit the table top and splatter. Cinder leapt from her chair to avoid the spray.
“Oh Moooo.” Mother Lorn moaned with relief. Her glazed eyes cleared some what to look down at herself and widen in the realization. Releasing her teats, she opened her hands, her nails had enlarged, darkened, to cover the tips of her fingers entirely. Skin bound her four fingers into two.
A four fingered, though clawed hand closed around hers. She turned to find Barnaby heavily lidded eyes staring at her. He brought her still changing hand to his lips and laid a kiss a upon it as a brown fuzz sprouted from the skin.
“Mother Lorn. I’m so sorry. I- ahh!” Behind him, his massive tail shuddered and a fresh jet of pink joined the cloud. “I lust for you!”
“And I mmmooo!” Mother Lorn jerked him closer, and their lips impacted in a forceful kiss. Unlike the last, it continued. As they circled, two horns grew from Mother Lorn’s temples and her features thickened. The hood of her habit fell back, revealing long blond hair that swiftly escaped its braid, becoming shaggy in texture as it fell over her eyes. The pair stood, drawing each other into an embrace.
The kiss broke apart with heavy, hungry gasps. Barnaby pushed closer, licking her neck with a pink tongue extending from full black lips. Mother Lorn tipped her head back, her thick dark tongue curling in her wide mouth in an expression of absolute ecstasy.
“Sir Barnaby!”
“Mother Lorn!”
They cried each other’s names, their hands pulling at each other’s clothes. Barnaby stood naked from the waist down, the sheds of his pants around his ankles. In contact with the stain on Mother Lorn’s robe, the black fuzz coating his thighs rapidly thickened and spread as his height began to dwindle. Meanwhile, Mother Lorn grew taller as her feet lengthened and forced her up onto her toes. While the pair had begun approximately equal in height, her neck was soon out of Barnaby’s reach. As he fell back onto his heels, she pushed his face away.
“This… isn’t right! My oaths!” Mother Lorn gasped. “I gave myself to the bounty of Harvestia.”
“But you are full of beautiful bounty.” Barnaby said as he staggered back into his fallen chair. His arms shot out and did several pinwheels for balance but it was for nought, he crashed down over the chair. His legs splayed open, presenting his cock jutting out of the hood of his pussy on the fluffy platter of his tail. Mother Lorn stared down at it hungrily. She grabbed hold of her habit and this time it tore away from her body. Revealing her shapely body and toned arms. A small udder swelled above a sex that saturated her inner thighs with juices. She took a step toward the knight and wobbled on feet that shifted closer to cloven hooves as every second passed.
“We… mmmm- mmm-ust pray.” Mother Lorn said as she took another step, her massive breasts starting to drip again. “These lusts are…”
“Yes. We must pray.” Barnaby reached for his blended sex but snatched his hand back. “It is a test!”
“A test from the goooooooods.” Mother Lorn took another step.
“Last night K’arl filled me with Justice and banished the lusts. We must.” Barnaby rolled over onto his hands and knees. His tail remained erect, displaying the swollen lips, eclipsing his cock. “Pray for his intersex-intercession.”
Mother Lorn blinked as her main desire was hidden and shook her head. “Filled with… justice?” Her hips pulsed as a gurgling sound came from her udder. She clutched the pink skin with a hoof-like hand.
“Oh! Mooooore? I’m filling Moooooo! H-h-help me!” Mother Lorn pleaded, stumbling sideways to bang into the wall.
Barnaby pushed himself up to his feet and wobbled over to her. She clutched at his shoulders as his tail wrapped around her legs.
“I’m here.” He whispered.
“You smell… good to moooo!” Mother Lorn moaned, her broad nostrils flaring as she drank in the thinning pink fog. She licked the top of his head.
“Come. Do you have a private space… to pray?” Barnaby eased her off the wall.
“Yes… a private shrine in the church.” She said.
“There we will go… with justice.” Barnaby began guiding her to the door at the end of the room that led into the church.
Cinder stayed where she was, watching them until the door latched behind them. They had totally forgotten she’d existed. Even though she’d… she’d done that to them.
“Pretty powerful spunk you got there mate. Hope you saved me some.” Illiana whispered in Cinder’s ear.
“Illiana!” Cinder’s exclamation contained hope and anger, all of which gave way to awe as she found her lover looming over her.