Editing Macha writes a fapfic (section)

==The Morning After==

“Fennias! FENNIAS!”

“Sorry sir! Present!”

The drill abbot stormed down the line, and Fennias knew he was about to get an earful. The Sisters had kept him up late into the night, only releasing him when it came time for them to report to their posts. He didn’t exactly regret it…but now he was dealing with several problems. First and foremost, he hadn’t had time to shower, which meant the stench of their activities still clung to his skin. To top it off, he could barely stay awake, his ravaged body crying for rest. 

By the time the abbot reached him, Fennias had begun nodding off again. “WHAT IN THE EMPEROR’S NAME IS YOUR MALFUNCTION?” yelled the abbot, mere inches from Fennias’ face. “ARE YOU INCAPABLE OF DRESSING PROPERLY, BOY?”

“N…No Si…”

“AND WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE A GROX PEN? HAVE YOU BEEN ROLLING IN THEIR SHIT?”

“No…”

This went on for some time, nearly driving the poor choir boy to tears as his peers stifled laughter at his misfortune. He was about ready to give up and breakdown when rescue came in the form of Violette. 

“What’s going on, drill master?” She called out, striding down the line of clerics-to-be clad in full armor and an air of contempt.

“Nothing, my lady,” replied the abbot, turning and bowing slightly at her. “I was merely disciplining this filth for being a blight on the sanctity of our church.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we? You there, boy,” pointing at Fennias, “Follow me. I shall handle your punishment myself.”
Shaking, he did as he was told, his comrades whispering among themselves as he was led from the  room. The Sisters were infamous for their punishments: many a choir boy had returned bruised from head to toe for stepping out of line. Even though Fennias had a feeling his sentence would be much less, the air of command that Violette exuded didn’t help waylay his fears. 
Eventually, the two reached Violette’s office, a small room with several cabinets, chairs, and a wooden desk. “Shut the door, then sit,” ordered the Sister, taking up her own seat across the desk from him. After he had done so, she winked, placing her feet up on the desk and smiling. 

“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner,” she began, practically purring at him. “I had to visit the Commissar, only to find out he had been killed this morning in battle. A shame really, but that means I have a little surprise for you…”
Fennias shuffled meekly in his chair. Even though he was fully clothed, the hunger in the Sister’s eyes made him feel like he was exposed. “W…What might that be, Ma’am?” he stammered.

Waving a hand airily, “Oh come now. No need for formalities, *especially* after how well you did last night. You can call me Violette, or Big Sis, either is fine.”

“Yes Ma’a…I mean, okay, Violette.”

“Good! You learn quickly. That’s what I like about you, among other things…”
Before continuing, the Sister bit her lip, hands gliding over her chest plate. “If only these walls were soundproof… I’d take you here on this very desk…” she whispered sensually. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I…ummm…maybe? I don’t know…”

Laughing, Violette swung her legs off the desk and leaned over it to place her hand under his chin. “There there, you’ll find your voice in time. But yes! That surprise. I want you to meet me in the same dungeon room after your choir practice this afternoon. Can you do that for me?”

“Y…Yes, Big Sis.”

“Wonderful,” she mused, taking her hand from his chin. Tapping the pressure points on her breast plate, it parted, revealing the already harden tits inside. Winking, she murmured, “And here is your punishment. You’ll have to think about these. All. Day. Long.” The Sister then shook her breasts slightly, teasing him more. 
Gulping, Fennias nodded, then promptly left after being excused. It was going to be hard concealing his hard penis after that display.

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Macha began running the wraithbone over her chest, wishing it was something more real. The mixture of her juices and saliva on the instrument left a trail of warmth across her stomach and breasts, though nothing could compare to the heat of her mind. This next bit was her favorite part, but it required some certain…additions to her play. Not even bothering to get up, she reached out with her thoughts and levitated over her box of toys. Yes…that riding crop would do nicely…and maybe that ball-gag for good measure. She didn’t want to disturb Lofn, after all…

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Pausing outside the door, Fennias found himself a combination of fear and excitement. It was true: the punishment he had been given was rather effective. Throughout the rest of the day, he had thought of nothing else, yet a small part of him cried against breaking his vows of chastity. Plus, he wasn’t sure he could endure another “session” like last night, but he didn’t want to disappoint his “Big Sis.” 

“Well, are you going to stand out there all day, or are you going to come in?” laughed Violette from the other side of the door. With a soft eep, he rushed inside, closing and locking the door behind him. Before him was the Sister, already stark naked on the table. Her body was already coated in a layer of fine oil, and her eager gaze seemed to indicate that Fennias wasn’t the only one who had been distracted that day.

“So, umm…” he began, blushing and kicking the cold stone floor, “is this my surprise?”

“Oh no…that’s in a different room. I just wanted to make sure you got some alone time with your Sister first…”

Before he could do more than open and close his mouth a few times, at a loss for words, he found himself shaking once more. Why did Violet like him? He wasn’t anything special…and she was far too pretty to bother with a barely legal choir boy like him. Surely there were plenty of capable guardsmen that could do far better? Lost in these thoughts, he almost missed the fact the Violette had hopped off the table, coming over to hug him tight.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she whispered, running a hand over his back. “Why you? Well, to tell you the truth, I think Romelia’s had her eye on you for a while now. I’m just here to make sure you get all the love, care, and training you need to be her servant.”

“B…But why not a guardsman, or a commissar?” he asked, trying hard to ignore the fact that her nipples’ points were pressing into his chest. “I’m just a choir boy… I’m not a…a…”

“A man? But don’t you see? That’s precisely why we picked someone like you.” Leaning back, Violette gave him a warm smile before taking his tongue and leading it on a slow waltz. This went on for a full minute, both uttering sounds of delight until she drew back. “A *man* wouldn’t appreciate what was given to him. You, on the other hand, are pure. You can be taught. You. Can. Be. Saved.”

The last few words were accented with quick pecks at his cheeks and neck, all while her hands gently began sliding his robes from him. Fennias didn’t really understand what she meant by most of it, but his mind was too fixated on the fact that he had a tongue running over his body. Whatever it was, though, it sounded like it was something the Emperor would approve of, so he let himself go. Why not at least enjoy this, even if it was blasphemy? 

“Let us explore what it is to be a true servant of the Emperor. Come, lie down so that I might give you a taste of what lies in your future.”

Fennias did as he was told, clambering up onto the table and lying back as Violette giggled. “You forgot the most important part, my boy!” Leaning over him, she used her mouth to pry his undergarments free of his penis, the latter of which was happy to be freed from its cloth prison. The fabric still clasped in her mouth, she stood upright, winking down at Fennias as his mouth remained slightly agape. Taking it in her hand, Violette ran it down her front side, all the way down to her moistened pussy. Without pause, she stuffed it inside, biting her lip as she did.

“Ahhhh…there we go…” she cooed, leaving just enough sticking out of her slit so that the garment could be retrieved later. “Now I can pretend you’re deep inside me while you have your fun.”

Without pause, she took up Fennias’ cock with one hand, sliding it against the head with a wet, lewd sort of noise. The other hand found its way to his ball sack, kneading and caressing them gently. This was something entirely different from the rapid affair of the night prior. Fennias couldn’t help but feel safe, the knowing touches and calm demeanor of the woman before him putting him at ease. It was as if he was being given a massage by a loving partner, one where the epicenter of which radiated pleasure throughout his entire body and mind.

“I’m…I’m gunna…” he groaned a few minutes later, Violette’s pace slowly bringing his penis to shoot out it's righteous spunk.

“I want you to. Go ahead. Shower me with your love.”

Seconds later, Fennias’ back arched as the streams of semen erupted from him. Throughout the eruption of seed, Violette kept stroking through completion, sensually moaning as the seed fell back onto her chest and face. 

“Didn’t that feel wonderful?” She beamed, slowly slurping up the liquid in full sight of the boy. When she reached her breasts, his cock twitched involuntarily. “Ooooo, there’s some left…” she gasped, leaning in to suck the last bit of cum from his dick. 

Violette followed this up by joining him on the table, pressing down on him with her body. “How was that, my boy? Did your Sister do well?”

A haze covered Fennias’ mind. He was still not accustomed to having his soldier being overworked like this, let alone the soft touch of the Sister’s skin pressed against his. “Um.It…It was…”

Violette lifted her head, staring directly down into his eyes. “Go on…” she purred, rubbing her  ample chest against his. “Your dear Sister just wants to make sure you’re happy…”

Gulping, he quickly muttered, “It was…nice…” Following this, he turned his head to the side, blushing profusely. 

“Awwww, you’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” pouted Violette, the mock disappointment in her words making Fennias feel terrible. 
“N…No Ma’am! I mean Big Sis! I mean Viole…”

Lightly biting his lip to stop his stammering, Violette leaned back once more. “I’m just teasing you. But come, it’s time for you to see that surprise. Oh, but you’ll need to get dressed first.”

“But you have my…”

“Oh right…Here…”

Rather than get off of him, she slid her hand between their bodies until it reached her soaked vagina. With a wet pop, she pulled the soaked fabric free of herself, sliding it up their bodies and placing it on his neck. “There you go…Sorry, they’re a little wet…”

That was an understatement, but the smell alone was enough to overload the poor choir boy’s mind. Almost mindlessly, he donned his garments, after Violette got off of him and started dressing herself. He couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at her as she did, though he felt immensely guilty for doing so. She was fully aware of this, of course, even enjoying it somewhat, but thought it best to leave some semblance of his sanity intact.
 
“Let me see you,” Violette said, minutes later. Fennias spun around, the Sister tugging against his robes to make them more presentable. “Close enough…we’re going up to the Sister Superior’s quarters, but that’s good enough to get by any passersby.” 

“W…Why her quarters?”

“Oh, that’s where we have to keep her now, since the Commissar went and died. We *were* just going to kill the xenos, but she begged and pleaded. She even volunteered to be your…well… you’ll see.”

The wink that accompanied this sent his penis scrambling to erect itself, though his juice-soaked undergarments were already aiding in that regard. 

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Muffled thwacks marked the riding crop being applied to Macha’s posterior. Through the ball-gag, she cried out, “More...More…!” Increasing her pace, she began rocking back and forth, her boobs swaying beneath her as she imagined the little mon’keigh’s face upon seeing her the second time…