Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

I resurfaced in the bedroom, expecting the usual alluring view but instead, she was seated on the bed, her back to me. The room was bathed with the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp.

Though the windows were locked with curtains down, the creaking of crickets and hooting of an owl somewhere in the woods still sailed into my ears loudly like they were close by. Through these noises, I was still able to hear the almost silent sniffing coming from the woman on the bed.

She was crying.

Taking my time, I stripped off my clothes down to my boxers before moving towards her on the bed. If she was aware of my presence she didn't show it.

By the time I got to her, I saw her wiping at her eyes to clean off the tears that had stained her cheeks but she couldn't hide her red-rimmed eyes that were swollen and puffy.

"Why are you crying?" I sat opposite her on the bed, tilting her chin upwards till her eyes met mine.

In response, she shook her head in denial.

"Tell me" I urged on softly, my gaze holding hers.

"I...it's nothing". She shook her head again, sniffing.

As much as I wanted to probe her for an answer, I let it go, keeping my curiosity at bay. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her onto me. She automatically rested her head on my chest. 

Though she denied nothing was wrong, It was very much obvious that she was lying. Further confirmation was the tears that slipped from her eyes onto my chest.

I rested my head on hers, rubbing her back gently to soothe her pains or whatever it was that was making her sob.

silent sobs stopped. In their place were her steady breaths and the even sounds of her heartbeat. She

tightly around her waist. Her

staring at her sleeping form, I had the strangest urge to place a

crying was still unknown to me and

the face of death, she didn't show her weakness. If there was something

rapidly growing urge, I leaned down and gently grazed my lips on her temple. With that, I rested my head back on the pillow,

thoughts. If it isn't her hot as hell body, then it's something about her. At the thoughts of her

muttered slowly. But it didn't stop me from fantasizing. The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. She was gone. But the windows were opened which meant she was still

in relief. I didn't take thoughts of her

down, I knew I was getting too invested in the nun, more than I'd bargained for. I wanted to fuck her. That was clear. Any other feelings, I couldn't discern. But one thing

getting used to having

sweatpants. Thereafter, I went

the mouth-watering aroma of whatever she was making seized my nostrils and had me salivating. Apart from the aroma, the melodious tune she

feeling at home. I muttered to

I strode into the kitchen to see her standing by the stove with a spoon in hand. All I wanted to do was to walk up to her, wrap my arms around her waist and

it. A grin was etched on my

On hearing my voice, she turned towards me, a small

"Hi" she grinned.

t-shirt she had on. The apron moulded her tits like it was made for her. The sight created a fantasy in my head that Involved her dressed in nothing but an apron, my cock deep in her

asked, mentally shaking my head to clear

last night" The grin fell from her face,

I