Top of the Dome A Tale of the Grand Skies chapter 10 by EnviTheFool

Lamretta knelt unsteadily down by Will's front. She wasn't sure if it was just the booze talking, but she could have sworn that the preacher was looking hunkier than normally. Like he was about to burst out of that modest uniform.

"Has he been working out or something?"

But ultimately it wasn't his muscles that she was interested in. Lamretta had to get his engine going if she wanted to try and give this monster a go. The nun's first instinct was to cop a feel of his balls, giving them a light squeeze.

"...hm?"

For a second she felt something weird, but was quickly taken aback as Will's rod came back to life, which caught her full attention. It didn't take more than a few twitches for it to rise up from Will's midriff to rest against Lamretta's own. She couldn't see it past her own chest, but she could feel its lazy drooling against her bare skin. Its owner let out a soft moan in response.

"Heehee... you're about to feel a loooot more than that, big ma--- woah!"

The cock surged more erect without a warning. Lamretta's hazy eyes popped wider as she felt the thing slip underneath her habit through its open-navel midriff in one swift motion. Her already tight top was struggling to keep both her boobs and the intruder contained, but the latter didn't seem to care. After an entire night on the town it must have been like a sauna in there, and the moistness that was invading her chest it must have been most pleasing... at least for the other party.

"H-hey! Wrong hole..."

She glanced at Will. He had grown restless, grunting and shifting about, yet remained asleep. After a quick deliberation Lamretta reaffirmed that it was better if she could handle this mess without waking him up. This was already gotten enough awkward without having to explain it to someone. She began to rise up slowly, feeling the shaft sliding back down, managing to almost free herself from her predicament...

"Nyah?!"

Before it bulged even bigger, forcing Lamretta to take a step closer lest her top ripped apart. The combination of warmth and pressure of the nun's cleavage had been too much to ignore.

"Sh-sho impatient..."

She had to admit that the scenario was making her a little nervous. It was as if the cock was the one calling the shots in the absence of its owner, something that it was more than capable of doing given its size; Lamretta had risen to full height, yet the tip was still threatening to peek through the top of her cleavage. Its length was nearing one whole meter. She could no longer conceive any other scenario for what was happening other than a drunken dream on the tavern floor, but she was determined to see this through. The first hurdle was calming the beast down to a more manageable size.

It wasn't uncommon for human partners to ask for the "draph special", but doing it standing made it a bit different... at least from this angle. The nun grabbed her breasts, fondling them as she applied more pressure. Lamretta's whole cleavage was getting drenched by Will's endless flow of precum by this point, something that she was thankful for as she started to slowly pump the dick up and down. Her efforts were rewarded in a manner that she thought wasn't possible: the dick grew even more erect.

"Sh-shtill?!"

The tip had inched up to her collarbones at its apex. . She could smell its musky odor so clearly, feel the heat it was radiating on her chin.

"It would be sho easy to just... just..."

Lamretta kept her pumping going as she lowered her head, giving Will's magnificent specimen a sloppy kiss. It was the best she could do; the dick was simply too big to even entertain the idea of taking it in like this. She made out with its dilating mouth, lapping up its endless flow of precum and lure more out of him. The rhythmic dilation of the slit even gave a soft impression of it returning the favor.

It couldn't have the stamina to last for too long now...