I sprinted back to camp, heart thumping like crazy, still clutching that bit of parchment with “Cyrus” scribbled on it. The sky was turning orange as the sun dipped, which kind of made Esther’s tent look weirdly inviting.
“Esther!” I called out, catching my breath. “You in there?” I heard her talking quietly inside, so I figured she was there. Once I’d calmed down a little, I blurted, “I found something about the dungeon—a name, Cyrus.”
There was this long, awkward silence. Then the tent flap pulled back and Esther’s voice came, quiet but steady: “Step inside, Jasper.”
I hesitated for a second, then ducked in. What I saw nearly knocked me over—Esther, totally naked in the low light, standing there like it was nothing. I caught a glimpse between her thighs and just… stared.
“Esther…” I said, a little breathless. But she didn’t waste any time, just zipped the tent shut behind me and closed the space between us. Next thing I knew, she was pressing up against me, kissing me hard, her body hot against mine. My head spun. There was no thinking, just pure feeling—Esther everywhere, her skin, her scent, her hands moving fast.
I barely even noticed the mess in her tent—papers everywhere, her nun outfit tossed in the corner. All I could focus on was her, pulling at my clothes, getting me out of my pants. I couldn’t help but grind against her touch, hard and aching.
She dropped down and her mouth hovered over my cock through the fabric. I shuddered when she started kissing down my length, the anticipation killing me. She yanked my pants down and I let out a shaky breath, my cock out and throbbing.
Esther looked up, eyes brighter than I’d ever seen, with this half-wicked smile. Not her usual calm, churchy self at all. She went down on me, slow at first, tongue circling the tip, then taking more and more until my head was spinning. I moaned—couldn’t help it—and she just kept going, one hand on my balls, the other bracing herself against my thigh.
I was close, right on the edge, when she suddenly stopped. She stood up, turned around, and gave me this perfect view of her ass. She looked over her shoulder, then eased herself down, guiding my cock inside her, both of us moaning at the feeling.
She was tight and so damn wet, moving her hips to get every inch. Every time she rocked against me it felt even better. The tent filled with the sound of skin slapping, both of us panting and grunting, chasing that high. It wasn’t long before I lost control and came inside her, my whole body tensing as I finished.
She stayed on top for a second, then finally pulled off, my cum dripping out of her. Then she bent down and licked me clean, shooting me this challenging look that made my brain short out.
When I could finally breathe, I managed to ask, “Esther, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?”
She just grinned, cheeks flushed. “I wanted to try something different,” she said, looking a little shy for the first time, “and I figured you were the right person for it.”
I laughed, still dazed, looking her up and down. “This isn’t really you, you know? Not that I’m complaining.”
She nodded, but smiled even wider. “I feel great, Jasper. If it’s too much, just tell me. I don’t want things to get weird.”
I shook my head, completely honest. “No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. Honestly, I don’t think I can get enough now.”
