Checking in with Annetta

4/23

Anetta went about her day with a spring in her step. She'd only been entrusted with training priestly initiates for a year at this point, but she'd never had such a promising student in all that time. Erich seemed like a sweetheart, and at his current rate of growth he'd be in the field saving lives in a month or two.

Anetta was nothing special, she knew that, but she took pride in her position. The light had given her all the power she needed to do good in the world, and through the lessons she taught them her students would preserve many lives and defend the Alliance.

Of course she had dreams of performing great miracles in the light's name, so she continued training, but she hadn't progressed meaningfully in months. Undeterred, she practiced with her staff and reinvigorated those who had stayed to practice on their day of rest. It was not a horribly productive day for her, but she was happy to help the soldiers with their bumps and scrapes. The only problem was that she kept getting distracted with lustful thoughts.

It was awful. Anetta was not entirely frigid, but normally she kept herself on task. She even found herself staring at Brother Sammuel, like a girl seeing her crush at market. She stood there ogling long enough for dear Llane to ask if she was alright. Almost worse was when her mind wandered to Erich. He was her student! Handsome, yes, tall and muscular, but it would simply not do to even entertain such thoughts.

When evening came along, she prayed as normal for guidance, and even then she felt her mind wander to her student's muscular arms, his strong jaw, his look of wonder and surprise the first time he managed to channel the light. Even that cute look of disappointment when he thought he'd failed. 'No. No. Focus, Anetta. You are a servant of the light.'

When she was finished, she was very ready to relax in her room. She stripped down to her underclothes, and got to work. She rubbed herself gently to start with, picturing Brother Samuel. He was married of course, but the handsome young knight of the Silver Hand was a frequent guest in her personal time. She slotted herself into the role of his distant wife, greeting him when he came home after seeing to his duties at the abbey. As her fantasy grew more vigorous, so too did her fingers. Then frantic. Then desperate.

She was ready, so ready. She was moments from release but it eluded her. Her mind started to wander, imagining a boy from the farm she grew up near with his big, strong hands. Then her king, Varian, a mighty and noble warrior of the alliance. She was on the brink, whimpering with pleasure as her vagina grew raw, and suddenly another vision sprang into her mind as if it were sent by the Light itself. Her student, Erich, stepping into her little stone room, leaning down, and kissing her. Pinching her nipple, stroking her. She saw stars as finally her orgasm crashed down upon her.

She stifled her moan; she'd die of embarrassment if Brother Paxton overheard her from the other side of the wall. She slowly calmed down, not entirely sure what had come over her. The light was not so prudish as to forbid such things, if it was done properly and did not distract from one's calling to do good. But Erich was her student.

Another intrusive thought worked it's way into her mind. ''He won't be forever. He's very talented.' It was that thought that led to another fantasy starting, of her presenting him his first proper vestments in a few months, and him responding with a declaration of love that he had been hiding, begging her to come along with him on his journey. They left, and grew stronger together as she watched him become a true hero of the alliance. It quickly escalated from there, and her hand went back to work. She reached bliss much more quickly this time, and several times after.