The Borgias –The Convent of Saint Cecelia

So, here is the porn with (some, limited) plot.

I might expand more with a bit of encouragement. Hope you enjoy!

Cesare: "I must warn you, sis, that I will visit often…"

Sister Martha: "You must."

Ch. 2

For a week, he cursed himself. Inwardly, and cruelly. But he dreamt of Ursula Bonadeo.

He dreamed that she had accepted his unchaste kiss, in that tiny, secluded ante-chapel. Accepted it, and more. But she wore the graceful and refined dress from when they met at Lucrezia's wedding; the only part of her novitiate garb that remained was her shortened hair. He had his fingertips in the loosened bodice of her gown. He pulled her shorn stands of golden hair, and exposed her neck to his lascivious intensions. She moaned again, the breathy moan that forced him to remember…..

And now, she was naked in his hands. Her long and golden locks knotted in his fist. On his bed, in the sparse chambers at his former residence. The same tiled fireplace, the same soft yellow linens. He was in the full raiment of his "holy" title.

But she broke their kiss, and disentangled herself from him. Reclining her prefect body, she laid down on her front. She moved her hand to gather the linens, as if to cover herself for sleep, as if to end their interlude. But he could not.

He stayed her hand, and pushed his palm slowly up her leg. She encouraged him with a shudder. He reveled in her silken skin for a few moments, and drew his fingers along her softest flesh. She moaned as he breached her from behind with his longest finger. He felt his unbidden smile spread along his face.

He teased her, with the gentlest of motions. Hooked his finger slightly, soliciting a breathy sigh that left him burning. Then he dared to add another, the one that donned his simplest and smoothest ring. Devoid of any jewels, it was a ring given him when he became a simple priest, to mark his holy vows. He twisted both fingers now, attuned to the every need of the woman in his hands. She gasped, then called his name aloud. He returned with her name softly from his lips, as a prayer most sincere.

He closed his eyes now, sensing how close she really was. She called again when he lifted her ever so slightly. His free hand gently finding her most sensitive center. An inner movement from her signaled her release more surely than his name from her lips, and he was consumed by her flame….

Now both naked, and facing eachother on the bed, he positioned himself at her entrance. He gazed down into her bottomless eyes. She took the hand that had breached her, pushed both his fingers into her mouth. He groaned. She released his hand, and brought a hand to his cheek….beckoned him down to her. Their lips met. He tasted her sweetest flavor on his lips and beached her again…

And he started awake.

Not since boyhood had he indulged in such a vivid dream. He had not contained himself, and couldn't remember how long ago it had been since a mere dream could bring him to completion. His duplicitous subconscious had twisted and profaned a real memory. He had used a ring, in just such a way one night, by accident. He had forgotten to remove a single, simple ring and she had come undone so sweetly in his very real bed that he had secretly worn it every time after that. In case the opportunity ever presented itself again. It had not.

"Fool!," he yelled aloud, and covered his eyes with his hand. He spent time controlling his heart and his breath. Bit into his lip until he tasted blood. It seemed like long hours had passed before he could regain himself. Then finally, he threw off the crimson sheets in which he could not sleep.

Approaching his writing desk, he lit a candle; breathed deeply and prepared his quill. In a steady hand, he drew out several sentences on his official parchment. A cardinal's seal impressed at the top. He finished, signed the paper, wrote the direction on its folded and sealed front.

He called for his servant; always alert though the hour was quite late. Cesare gave the boy his instructions, and closed the door.

The letter was addressed to the Prioress of the Convent of Saint Cecelia. It was simple:

"Greetings Mother Barbara,

I will preside over services one week from today at your convent, if the time is convenient. After the weekly sacrament, I will also hear confessions. Please make any necessary arrangements, as I will arrive in time for Lauds and for the earliest sacrament.

In His holy trust,

Cardinal Cesare Borgia."