Chapter 11
It wasn't until breakfast the next morning that Lana learned of the incident. She overheard the other nuns whispering about it, and as soon as they turned their backs, the inmate slipped away to the infirmary.
After assuring herself that the coast was clear, she silently approached Mary Eunice's bed side.
"Oh my angel, what happened to you," Lana whispered, ghosting her fingertips along the still sleeping girl's jawline.
Mary Eunice didn't stir, and Lana noticed the creamy skin of her exposed thigh. As gently as she could manage, she covered her with the blanket, guilty and relieved at once when the blonde opened her eyes.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," the woman murmured with a smile.
Mary Eunice stretched with a groan, before grinning back.
"Hello Lana. What are you doing here?"
"I heard about your fainting spell, and that you hit your head on concrete. I was worried. How are you feeling?"
The nun paused for a moment, assessing herself.
"To be honest, I don't even remember it. My head- it feels, I don't know, sort of foggy. I suppose that's to be expected. But I'm much better in your presence, in any case."
Lana stroked her face tenderly, brushing stray blonde hairs aside.
"Do you need anything, darling? What can I do for you?"
"I don't know, nothing. I wish you could get in the bed with me," she added softly.
The woman sighed, full of longing.
"I'd like nothing better. But just rest now, it'll help your head. I'll be back as soon as I can."
She took the girl's hand, pressing a loving kiss to the back of it, before quickly readjusting her blankets.
What Lana didn't know was that Mary Eunice was entertaining a most unusual and temperamental fever, and by the time she left, the nun, flushed and starting to sweat, could bear it no longer. As she forcefully threw the covers off of herself, the crucifix on the wall clattered to the floor.
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Lana was on bakery duty that afternoon, all alone and lost in thought, when she was startled by an arm tight around her waist. A hand clamped over her mouth stifled her scream, and a deep, but decidedly feminine voice chuckled next to her ear.
"It's just me, relax," Mary Eunice murmured, wrapping both arms around her.
"Jesus, you scared me to death!" Lana replied breathlessly.
"I'm sorry, it was too good to pass up. No, don't turn around," she added when the woman shifted in her arms. "Stay like this."
Lana leaned back into the girl's warm body.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" she asked. "Are you feeling better?"
"I don't want to talk about that," Mary said as she ran a hand over Lana's breast and down her flat belly. "What I want is for you to keep working that bread dough. Understood?"
"But you-"
"Do it," she said authoritatively, and Lana, too surprised to argue further, did as she was told.
The nun's pretty, pale hand ducked under the inmate's dress and into her panties without preamble, running lazily over her already wet pussy lips, gingerly toying with the hood of her pink pearl.
Lana moaned and pressed against her touch, momentarily forgetting their arrangement. That is, until a sharp pinch to her clitoris forced a shriek from her mouth.
"The dough, Lana," Mary Eunice said sweetly, softly rubbing the aching nub with the pad of her finger.
The brunette shivered as she went back to her appointed task with fervor. Never had she felt something so exquisitely painful. Yet, something about her most delicate parts being treated with such carelessness, especially by one so saintly, was deeply erotic. Her arousal increased tenfold.
"That's better, gorgeous."
She stroked her just a little harder, a tiny bit faster, grinning when Lana began to pant and placing insistent kisses to her cheek and temple as she worked.
"I know you want me to go inside, to stretch you, fill you," she whispered, weighting every word and relishing Lana's hungry sigh. "But that's when you get really loud. So, that sort of thing will have to wait. You understand, don't you?"
The woman nodded and whimpered, losing focus and all but forgetting to knead.
"Pay attention, Lana," the nun said softly, taking hold of her throbbing, engorged clit between her thumb and forefinger once more.
"I'm sorry," she whined plaintively, attacking the dough once more and avoiding her punishment.
"What a smart girl you are. Did that first one hurt?"
The inmate nodded, and Mary clicked her tongue.
"My poor darling, Let me make it up to you."
With that, she covered her neck in open-mouthed, sloppy kisses and focused her efforts in earnest, rubbing Lana's clit in what she knew to be just the right way.
Sure enough, the brunette began to tremble and mewl, until her knees buckled and she came with her hand clapped over her plush lips.
Mary Eunice held her tight to her body to keep her upright, withdrawing her slick fingers and pushing them roughly into Lana's mouth. She, in turn, took hold of Mary's wrist and sucked those fingers for all she was worth, licking fingertips and drawing them as deep as she could, before releasing them with a pop.
"Can I turn around now?" she asked between heavy breaths.
"Kiss me."
Lana happily obliged, turning and claiming the nun's pink mouth with hers.
When she'd had her fill, the blonde pulled back and rested her forehead against the brunette's.
"Where did that come from?" the woman asked.
"I- I don't exactly know," Mary Eunice answered, all trace of sexy authority gone from her voice. "It just- felt right."
Lana gave her megawatt smile and gazed up into ocean blues.
Only- they weren't.
She blinked twice and her smile faltered.
"What is it?" the girl asked timidly, and Lana hesitated.
"Nothing, nothing. Just- you're beautiful."
A little smile graced the blonde's Cupid's bow lips and she gently pulled Lana into a loving embrace.
Thus enveloped in affectionate warmth, Lana soon forgot what had given her pause only moments before.
The amber gleaming in her angel's eyes was surely just a trick of the light.