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Chapter 2: The Priest

The road down to the countryside is always quiet. There are never much technological marvels being seen here. Just the odd truck and motorbike spilling dust on the dead brown grass at the side of the dirt road. That is until one fateful day, a large vehicle rumbles on it. The bus traveling on that road is full of seated occupants.

Father Valais is a priest. A Roman Catholic priest to be exact and this bus are full of people from his diocese. Well, only a select few. The 24 brave men that face the harsh eyes of the Russian State, being govern by soldiers. He sighs as he took off his glasses and take out a piece of cloth from his bag on the seat next to him. Wiping them clean of the condensation cause by the cold air and the warmth of his flesh and fur, he goes into deep thoughts. He is a middle age man, a brown furred rabbit of 32 years. He has muscles on his arms and legs but slim body shape and has a good looking face.

He thinks of the past. Of how he had volunteered for this. He thinks how fortunate the Catholic Church is able to be present in this hostile nation after a great war with Europe erupted. The Europeans invaded this atheist state in surprise. Normally, the Papacy would say nothing about this, but when the catastrophe of nuclear detonations and launches wipe out nearly half the nation in less than 10 minutes, the Pope condemns the assault. Unbelievers they may be, but this is not it. This is not it. Not the way, never is, never now. Many died and many more will suffer the perils after the fight. There will be many people fearing death and loneliness and seek whatever comfort they can find. Be it food, shelter or warmth. The church implores the world to do what is right and its followers to contribute what they can to help them in reaching out.

He and the first few priests from Poland were flown in. The Europeans invaded from the West at alarming speed, taking advantage of the nation's lost leaders in the nuclear strikes. Major cities are wiped out along with military bases and the objective is the destruction of Communism. The Cold War is near at end, but by God's will, remaining forces gather and put up a fight. There will be no more nuclear strikes. The Papal council demands it and due to protests and pressure from rights activists and the Canadians, the European nations and the United States have no choice but to comply. But they still proceed with the war until it reaches a stalemate. Now wars are done on the conference tables as diplomats throw insults and threats across it. One trying to survive and the other wants utter destruction.

Putting back on his glasses, he looks out the window. There are no trees here anymore. The fields once green, is now brown and dead. He shudders in discomfort as he tucks his hands under his armpits and look down at his feet. It is not the frigid coldness that makes him uncomfortable, rather it is the level of destruction done by the European nations. He had been passing this area for some time now. At least fourteen times to date and he still shivers. Where they are all going will test the faith of the faithful. He hopes they will be strong. Not weak as he.

"Valais, how are you doing," Father Valais just keep looking at his boots. His shiny black boots, handmade with hand stitched designs. A gift from the place they are going too. Last time he came here alone and is always eager to return. Now is the first time he is bringing in people with him at the request of the owner of the location and he feels uncomfortable. He jerks his shoulder away from the caring touch of his friend.

Looking at him in surprise, his friend just stands there, getting his balance as the bus goes on uneven road. Valais just cups his hands and press his head hard on them, moaning out in frustration, "I hope you are all ready." With a sudden twist, his head turn and his gaze bore straight into his friend's eyes. "I God damn hope you are ready," his mouth turn into a snarl as his friend keeps his stance. Frowning a bit, he tersely reply, ignoring the hostility of his fellow man, "No one is ever ready, but we do what we can to relieve the burden. God is with us, as He is with the poor people here." His hand grab Valais' bag and put it on the floor. Sitting down on the now empty seat, he looks at him in concern, ignoring the angry stare. "Valais, why are you like this. You are never this angry before......" he meets his eyes as he stares back in concern only to be rudely cut off. Valais huffs in a low voice and turns away to return looking at his boots, "I am never angry Daumier. Only extremely concern, annoyed and troubled. I am pissing in my pants wondering what you all will think of me when we reach there. You people keep pestering me where I go every month, so now you will see. Where we are going will test your faith and sanity."

"Well, it cannot be all that bad. After all, you return back to us once every month to pass updates. You look fit and healthy and they must be feeding you well there and you are always eager t go back there. Come now cheer up. It is not they are going to hold us hostage. We are holy men doing what are right and they accept our assistance," Daumier cheerfully replies as Valais looks at him again with a blank stare.

Daumier is not just another priest to him. He is one of the few friends he cherishes. The priest just looks back at him and smiles widely. His black eyes shine with laughter and good will as his smile is genuine. The fox beside him is only true companion in this horrid nation they are in and the sight of his brown fur and fluffy tail keeps him happy as he knows there is someone there waiting for him. His friend just stand five foot ten, just two inches shy of six feet. Well built with strong arms and legs due to harsh labour when he was a teenager, but now, he sports a small paunch belly. Not big, but a small soft protrusion the kids like to nestle on when he plays as Santa Claus every Christmas. Creamy white fur adorns his chest and at the age of 28 years, he looks old for his age but good looking just as the bunny. Both of Daumier and Valais have nice faces to look at. They are good man. Never a malice in their hearts and though they meet many good looking women and several pretty nuns, they remain pure. Well, maybe one of them.

Father Valais turn away from that smile. He could not face it. He had done something bad and he cannot face his friend. He feels like he leading his friend to his own doom along with all the men this God forsaken bus. He had taken a vow to the church and he had broken it. In a certain way. He got up and squeezes pass his friend and walk as steadily as he could to the front, holding the railings while as he go. The driver looks in a mirror and sees him coming. Looking back to the road, the driver waits for him to approach. Valais stoops down to her level and looks straight ahead on the road. He can see a large building ahead, but they are still nowhere near it. Turning to look at her, he opens his mouth to ask, but shut it as the driver speaks loud enough for him to hear over the sound of the bus engine, "In a quarter of an hour we will each there. Wake up the others and get ready." He nods as he heads back, his hands shaking shoulders to wake up the sleeping passengers as he passes them. The driver looks back up at the mirror and smiles. This here is a good man. This bus is full of good man and they will many people at the Academy happy. In doing so, they will be rewarded extremely well. The female brown chipmunk returns her gaze on the road. The other girls will be happy again. As she shifts a gear, the lapel of her jacket flips open, showing her badge.

Reila, P. Guard, GAGA.

Reila, Personal Guard of the Gevina's All Girls' Academy.

His friend got up to let him get in and sit down. He looks pensively out the window as he mutters out loudly for his foxy friend to hear, "We are about to be there soon. When we stop, I will go up front first and give a warning to everyone."

Daumier's ears flicker in annoyance as he frowns a bit, "Surely, you are serious. If it is so bad, why are you so eager to return to this hole? You are only like this when you pass the invitation letter to the Deacon in charge."

Valais bangs his head lightly on the plastic window. He grumbles out load to shut his companion up, "Just listen to me for one moment. I am here for more than ten times already. I spend twenty days each month HERE, only returning for ONLY ten days to the church grounds to submit my report. Here, they do things differently."

"As I say, how bad will it be? It is just another school for delinquents. Nothing different than what we have back in Italy or France. Kids will be kids, teens will be teens," the fox scratches his large left ear as he replies back. His eyes close as his tongue stick out the side as he enjoys the scratching.

He turns his head to look at his ignorant friend in wonder. After spending more than ten years with this laughing fox, he can never stop admiring his laid back attitude. Now instead of his friend concerning about him, the bunny is starting to worry that it is not a good idea to bring him along. The only reason he is in the bus with him, is his ability with children. And the owner of the location insists that his friend is brought along.

He shifts his body to fully face him. The boots squeaks and he freeze. The boot squeaks. He slowly looks down at his boots with guilt on his face. These boots. These beautiful handmade black leather boots. A gift to him from the location where they are heading too. A location where sick minds manifest to reality. He swallows hard as he remembers the time he went there. His guilt and his dread.

"I made this for you. The guards have many left over leather at the sewing area, so I got some for you," a soft voice pipes out as a young girl holds up a brown package for him. With a shy smile, he takes it from her and opens it up. They are in his room. Her lying sideways on the bed as he is sitting on a chair next to a desk, facing her.

The girl smiles happily as he stares in wonder at two black leather boots. Well shined and soft to the touch. It can be clearly seen it is handmade as beautiful designs of doves, flowers and crosses are made by white and silver threads. It is breath taking. Beautiful. He quickly takes off his old shoes and puts on his new ones.

They fit his feet perfectly like a glove. Just as his member has fit inside her. It is very comfortable. Just as comfortable as her soft body clutching to him every night. Looking up at her, he leans forward and cups her cheeks with hands and kisses her on her forehead, thanking her, "Thank you. I really love it. I thank you for everything you have done for me."

"I have said my sins Father. I just want to thank you with more than my actions. Now everywhere you walk, when you take a step in a certain way, it will squeak out and you will remember pleasant memories here," she blushes as tells him this and turns on her back and stretches her body for him on the bed. They look each other lovingly. But for him, he stares at her body in hunger and lust. Her eyes show no fear, but willingness and love as the nearly sixteen year old welcomes his touch on her young budding breasts and her legs spread wide for his lance to purify her.

She is beautiful. A fey little thing. No more than sixteen years old. A bunny like him, but with black fur around her and white fur from her chest until her inner thighs. She has the most beautiful black eyes he has ever seen and a flowing black hair to match. He was the only priest there for some time and he had been introduced to her by the owner of the Academy, Miss Marvella.

She was to assist him and make him feel at home here. Help him with his clothes, cook for him, watch over him, make him enjoy his surroundings and most importantly, assist him.

Every time he visits, she is always there waiting for him at the entrance hall with four other female guards. Her eyes would brighten. She happily grabs his briefcase as the guards place his other heavier bags on trolleys and fall in behind him. When he came here the first time, the owner is there to meet him first. She told him the guards are there to keep the girls in line as well as keeping boys out. After all, this is a Girls' Correction Academy and many females here are dangerous. He finds that statement quite true after a few days here. Many of them are rough, unruly and hostile. He persevered and won some of them over. Many of them have troubles and concerns. Some are just plain trouble makers and some feels they have no hope left. As time goes by, he manages to teach them what he could about religion. Though there are many educated teachers there, they are educating them on science, math, physics, communication, but him he teaches the intangible. He is the only teacher in terms of learning about your inner self. He is responsible in teaching both staff and girls there alike all about finding peace and God.

Every day he wakes up to the smell of breakfast. Every day he has his clothes ironed and scented. Every day, he sees beautiful ladies walking around grounds. Hanging out, having fun. It never cross his mind that, all ladies here beautiful. There are never any physical imperfections. Some even wear braces to fix their teeth and some of his students are absent due to medical situations only to return ... different in some way. New females entering the academy had glasses, but after a few weeks there, they no longer needed them. They can see clearly.

His assistant explains to him when he asks questions, but she would at times avoid certain curiosities. Like, where do some of the girls disappear to every month? What is in the lower basements? Where does the girls go to for medical checkups as once they are in here, no one ever gets out. She tells him much only to make him feel satisfied, but never fully giving the right answers. Why he is not given permission to offer sessions for confessions even though he is allowed to give Mass every Sunday. How does the food come in?

She took care of him well enough. Make sure he remembers to eat and drink. If he is busy somewhere, she would go to him with food and water. She is lovely. She wakes up earlier than him to prepare breakfast. He always wakes up at 5 am.

In the middle weeks when he is here, she would come into his room to wake him up with a kiss. When he first arrives, she would shake him to wake him, but as time goes, she got bolder. When winter comes, the area is very cold, even he feels uncomfortable. On his eighth month here, she comes to his room in the night and together we cuddle for warmth. It was she that suggests it first and he declines, until she tells him she is very cold every time.

So now every early morning, he would wake up with his nose in her hair, breathing in flowers and fruits as she kisses his nose to get him going. His cock would harden. His breathing would go heavy. He keep himself under control as he watches her get up and does stretches in front of him, bending here and there, displaying her young curves under that thin silk night gown.

Until one day before Christmas day, the 24th of December. He is coming out of his shower after evening classes. The air is cold and his cock is hard. His nipples jutting out as the towel rubs uncomfortably at his cock.

He did not hear her entering his room while he is showering. On her back she lies on his single bed. Her arms spread out, hanging over the edges as her bare legs lay wide open. Her body covered by that white silk night gown that has ridden to her hips, partially showing off her puffy soft fuzzy pussy. He can see her nipples jutting up through that fabric. The clothing does nothing to hide her modesty. It seems she is asleep. He lets go of his towel and it drops, revealing his six inches of hard malehood. Harden by the cold and hotness of the sight. He goes to his bed and sits down gently on the side. His right hand gently touches her right cheek and he rubs softly. He bends low to her chest, nose twitching, smelling in her sweet scent. She smells like oranges and fragrant flowers.

His left hand softly cups a mound of soft feminine flesh. He hears her moan softly and letting go of his rubbing, his right hand drifts low and places it on her tummy. From there, he can feel the soft muscles and flatness. He slides it lower to her loins. With her legs spread wide, he has easy access to cup her clothed pussy. Looking down, his hands quickly let go of her flesh to lift up the hem of the gown. He slides it up. Her knees bend and she lifts herself up a bit as he slides the gown upwards, his hands sliding on the soft flesh of her bottom. He squeezes them, feeling the warm softness and resumes pulling it up.

He looks up at her and sees her looking at him. Her eyes staring at him as her muzzle opens, panting hard. He never stops. She leans on her elbow, lifting her chest up next as he pulls it until her shoulders. His face is flushed as he enjoys the sight of her naked breasts. He stops and looks down to her naked glory. She is not wearing any undergarments. Her tummy is flat. Her breasts are pleasant handfuls. Her pussy is damp and warm. She settles her body down on the bed and lifts her arms up to help him take off her gown and tosses it down next to the bed. She looks at him with trust in her eyes as he takes in the view of her beautiful slim body. She takes hold of his right hand and guides it to her warm, wet flesh. Gasping and shuddering softly, she cups his hands on her mound and pushes his middle finger in her. He swirls his finger inside, feeling her warm walls grasps and twitch on it.

She leans up as her hands slowly reaches down to his lap and grasp on his malehood. He gasps and jerks in her hands as it is cold, but she holds on, feeling it throbbing hard. Looking down at her, his breathing could be heard loud and hard. His cock pulse in her right hand as her left descends to his ball sack. She slowly rolls those large orbs and squeezes them gently. They play with each other's sex feeling each other up. His left hand goes to the breasts and he cups one and squeeze lightly, making her lean into him, her head and lips close. They kiss each other.

He can feel her flutter around his questing finger as he plays with her tongue and breast. She nervously kisses him back and it deepens further.

Not letting him go, she gets up to her knees and off the bed only to kneel between his legs, her gown next to her. He unwillingly let go of the kiss and her soft feminine flesh as his finger slides out of her warm orifice with a wet slick sound as she got off. She uses her elbows to push his legs apart. He did not stop her. He looks on as she licks her lips. Slowly, she opens her jaws and lowers her open mouth to his cock.

He could see and feel her buck teeth touch the head and her warm lips wrap pleasantly at his shaft. She suckles the head of his penis lightly, using her tongue to swirl around it and she sucks in more of his cock. Bit by bit, her mouth swallow more of his cock, her left hand, gently rolling those fertile balls, full of thick seed. Her pussy is getting wetter than ever. Her teeth graze his shaft as she descends on it, making him pant hard and jerk from time to time as she bit lightly at every inch she take in, until she reaches his base. Her lips close harder as she pushes at his sheath, forcing more cock flesh out. Her tongue liking the hidden flesh inside his sheath as her teeth bit softly, not letting go of her prize. Her mouth suckles hard until there is no longer any room for air in it. She worships his manhood with her mouth as she cradles those jewels of life in her palm. Saliva is dripping from her lips as she suckles and worships that loving female pleasing shaft. That shaft that will bury itself in her warm body, doing what a male does to female. To breed her, to fill her, to make sure the body of the female is seeded. She moans as she such thoughts fill her mind. Her mouth vibrates, making her lover's legs tremble at the intense pleasure.

Valais looks down at his teenage lover. Her eyes close with satisfaction as she worships his loins. Making sure it is as hard as it could get. Making sure his virgin body is ready to sow seed inside of her body. Inside a needy female for the first time. To fulfill her body's purpose, made to please men. She is nearly of the age of sixteen. Only a few more months left, but it does not matter to him. His back is bowed as she suckles hard at her prize. His balls ache pleasantly in her left palm as she squeezes harder and harder each time. His cock pulses and throbs, spitting out drop after drop of pre- cum, mixing with her saliva. Her mouth gets tighter every time she swallows. Wet suckling sounds fill the room and his ears as he slowly leans back onto his elbows, pushing his hips into her mouth, forcing her to take in more. He gasps at every suckling. His head now rests on his pillow. He willingly let her does what she wants to his cock. He willingly gives cock to her mouth. He lets her suck, and suck and suck to her contentment. It is now hers. She could bite it off if she wants as her teeth presses harder and harder. His cock and balls are now hers to do as she will as he arches his back at the sensation running through his body.

Pleasant pain at the base of his shaft makes his cock throb all the more harder. Her buck teeth applying more pressure as her tongue dance and swirl on his shaft as her rough taste buds make that sensitive flesh in her maw jump and jerk. He can feel his cock head fill with more blood as his shaft thickens due to her teeth. He breathes in harder and harder as the pleasant pain increases. It is as if someone is tightening a string at the base of his shaft, trying to cut off blood flow, but instead gathering and trapping all that blood in his cock head. She murrs in pleasure as his manhood thickens in her mouth. This is what she wants as she bites harder, making him close his eyes in ecstasy.

All the while her right hand is free the moment she shafts his cock in her mouth, her jaws and teeth closing at the base of his cock. Her questing hand manages to find her night gown and by feeling around it, she found a pocket and slides it in to take out a thin black shoe lace. Her left hand let go of those precious life making balls and together with her right hand, she wraps the shoe lace around his sheath by feeling around.

Looking down at her, he sees her fiddling with the lace at his sheath. She opens her eyes and looks up at him as she slowly tightens it. He moans in pleasure as small twinges of pain shoot up his spine. His eyes widen as she keeps going tighter and tighter, blood now trap inside of his cock as even more is being pump into it. He pants and gasps as she ties a knot on it and circles the shoe lace around his cock to make another tighter tie, this time, as tight as she could go. Her mouth all the while suckles on his penis as it gets thicker and larger. After tying it the second time, she lifts her head up slowly. Her teeth grazing his cock, making him shiver and his legs jerk as her lips soothingly slide over shaft. Every inch that comes out of her mouth is red and he could see black veins clearly on his cock. When she reaches his head, she grinds her teeth gently on it, making him arch his back and his hands grabbing her head as he looks up and gasp at the pleasurable feeling. She moans and pulls away, giving the tip a small kiss, her saliva dribbling from her chin and his cock head.

He looks back down at his cock and stares in wonder. That hard cock is now thicker and larger. The head looks red and his shaft is pulsing with veins. His sheath is bunch up at the base and he can see the flesh connecting with the fur is fully exposed. He sits up to take a closer inspection of his fully expose member. Her soft gentle hands take his right hand and bring it to his cock. He touches the base and could feel the adjoining area where his cock meets his sheath. He could not believe it, but she had fully pull out his member from its' warm protective covering. His entire manhood is out fully and his sheath is no longer covering the base.

He let go as she stands up straight before him. His nose is level at her pussy and he can smell warm musk coming from her. She looks down at him and her hands grasp his head and pull it closer to it. His nose, gently nuzzling in her crotch fur, taking in that strong scent of a healthy fertile woman. He lowers his head a bit and his hands grab onto her hips as his strong tongue peeks out to lick at the warm nectar coating her puffy bunny cunny. Her pussy lips split apart pleasantly and close around his tongue as he enters her. Just as her mouth lips close on his cock, her pussy lips embrace his tongue. Just as she worships her gift of life making flesh, he worships her pussy. He can smell her fertileness. He can smell her heat as her fluids start dribbling thickly onto his tongue. He can taste the healthiness of her vaginal walls as he digs in deep with his tongue, wiggling it, making her buck and push hard at his head. He feels no hymen, but her pussy is tight. Very wet, warm, and tight. It is the first time he has taste the willing flesh of a female. The willing flesh of a woman that is very young. The willingness of one so young, she could be his daughter. Her soft dribbling honey cunny taste sweet and tart and it is all his for the taking. As he is willing to give her his cock and balls, she is willing to let him have her flesh. To taste it and eat her out.

His hands roam her plush hips. He can feel her bottom flex with every pleasure giving rub of his tongue in her and every small graze of his buck teeth on her little clitoris. Her hips, wide and perfect for bearing many children. Although he does not know it, it will only be his children. Her wide hips only bearing his legacy and her tummy will bump out with his special gift of life. Her body will make sure his bloodline will continue should anything happen to him.

As he was helpless in her mouth, she is his helpless to his tongue. That tongue has lash out in many sermons, chastising the sinners. Comforting the weak. That tongue that has given countless advice and gentle words. Imploring for donations and offerings to the church. That very tongue that has taken the Holy Bread of Life at every Mass.

Now, that tongue is lashing out gently inside her. Chastising her violent heat inside her body, comforting her fertile, willing flesh with every lick and wiggle. That very tongue, giving its form of advice to her pussy to give up more of its offering thick musky female juices. The tongue that once held the bread and blood of life now touches the mouth of her life making womb as he drinks deeply of those heady fertile fluids. She moans and gasps out deliriously, clutching his ears and head. Betwixt her legs, feasting on her fertileness is no expert sexual deviant, but a virgin with so much love that he worships her body as he worships his Lord. This here is a good man, given the forbidden fruit of lust. As his cock is red and large with want.

She reluctantly push is head away from her. His tongue trailing out slickly as she pushes him away and she shudders as he flicks his tongue at her clit.

He looks up at her as she pushes him on the shoulders to lie back on the bed. She got on it, crawling on top of him, kneeling over his hips, his body between her legs. His body jerks as her right hand take hold of his malehood and points it upwards to her puffy needy pussy. He gasps out in alarm as reasoning finally pierces through the cloud of lust. His strong arms shoot upwards and his hands hold her steady before she can descend on him. He gasps out as she tightens her grip, making him moan at the pleasantly painful sensation. He looks at her in the eyes and warns her, "We... we are not protected. I don't have a condom and you are in heat. I cannot risk that." He pushes a bit downwards so she can sit on his legs, his balls under her pussy as her lips split, rubbing her clit on the base of his tied up shaft.

She shudders as his hands let go of her arms and rubs the side of her chest. Her arms lift upwards as she lets go of his throbbing member and places her hands at the back of her head as she arches, pushing her breasts outwards in invitation. He slowly strokes her ribs and moves to her chest, cupping a breast each, pinching on those pink nubs. She leans forward over him and softly tells him with need while her hands descend to touch his pulsing cock, "You don't have to worry." He swallows hard as she clasps his malehood and squeezing it gently. His hands still fondling her soft flesh. "I tied off your cock. It will make you feel much better and when you cum, nothing will come out until the string is taken off," she huskily whispers to him, making him ache more to plunge his hard meat into here. To make her pussy his.

Looking downwards, he sees her lifting her hips up again. Her left hand lets go to steady herself on his hips while her right points aims his cock at her. Slowly, she drops down on him, her pussy lips splitting around his tip. She rubs that cockhead up and down her opening, making slick wet sounds. Then, she presses down harder. Her vaginal opening is tight. She does not have barrier, but she is still a virgin as he is. His engorged head slide in with a 'SHLICK' and her walls flutter around it, giving gentle kisses everywhere. Valais stares at their joining as her pussy swallows his baby making pole. He can feel the tightness of the opening squeezing his shaft as it willingly sucks in his cock. She moans out and tosses her head upwards as he squeezes harder on her breast, pulling her downwards by the chest. Her pussy is wet and warm. Her fertile heat comforting his hard cock as it takes in all of it until she reaches his sheath. His cock is now in her. His entire cock.

She gasps out as his penis flex and throbs in her, spitting out what little pre- cum it could. She smiles happily as what she told him is a half truth. Yes, nothing would come out when he cums, but when he has too much dry orgasms, his cock will unleash that pent up load inside of her. He will be powerless as the sensation of feeling his cock pulsing life into her heated womb will be too much for him to bear.

The brown male rabbit closes his eyes as she slowly rides him. She lowers herself until she is lying on top of him. She hugs him as her hips moves at a fast pace, pumping his cock in and out of her. He lets go of her breasts and hugs her in return. She whispers into his right ear, telling what is to come, "When you feel like cumming, let it go. Inside of me. Just as every man and woman does. Just cum in me. Nothing will come out and you will ready to go again very fast."

Grasping her tight to him, he can feel her lovely breasts rubbing on him. He asks he softly as pleasure shoots through his body, making him gasps out his question, "How... how do you know this."

"I am a naughty girl father. I am still a virgin, but I have friends to play together. They tell me how to keep a man hard and always ready," she moans out hotly in his ear.

Valais never has time for women, but when her pussy suckles and flutter on his cock, he feels it throbbing hard and ready to spill nearly three decades of strong aggressive cum into her soft willing pussy. To paint her walls white with hot white thick goo. She squeals in pleasure as he flips them over, this time, he is on top and her on the bottom. She arches her back, pushing her chest to him, her arms never letting go of her hug. He kisses her hard and hungrily. She relishes it and sucks on his tongue as it invaded her mouth. His left hand goes down tummy and rubs it. His mind thanking God, for letting him fuck such a loving female that is under him and in his arms. He ruffles her tummy fur and his mind wander in the clouds of pleasure. This is how it should be. No condoms, no pills, no protection. Only a thin string at the base of his sheath separating her from his seed. He foolishly enjoys this false fact, not knowing all he is doing is making his pent up balls thicken up his cum and the volume it will come out. He does not know he will end up seeding her young womb. He does not know his baby making batter will soon ravage and rape her young fresh womb and plunder it for eggs to fertilize. Soon, he will enjoy the joys of inseminating a young woman such as her. He will enjoy basting her insides with his thick white goo and enjoy ensuring her pregnancy and becoming a future young mother again, and again, and again.

He rubs and press down gently at her tummy, knowing if his cock even spits out a drop of cum, it will swell with his young. He thrust harder and harder into at such thoughts. This is what God had ordained and he hears her squeak and squeal out. Calling his title, "Father, oh father. Yes... fuck me. My pussy is yours. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard. Oh... father, come deep in me..."

She looks up at him with wide eyes, her mouth opens and she croaks out pathetically, her eyes stare into his as he can feel her cumming on his cock. Her pussy flutters and tightens on his sensitive flesh, making him shut his eyes tight as he groan out in ecstasy. Her hands sliding off his neck to grasps at his strong arms as she feel that strong man cock flexes and throbs in her young pussy. Her body jerks suddenly as one particular thrust jams his hips with hers. He can feel his engorged cock head press into something soft. The black bunny female gasps uncontrollably as she feels something in her spread open a little over his cockhead. She pants and her body jerks every time his cockhead throbs and pulse, pushing and moving that area, trying to push something large out into her. His 30 plus year old cock trying to spit out white fertile goo into her 15 year old pussy.

Oh, God, it hurts. But it is a pleasant kind of pain. She is right. Even as he cums, he can feel nothing is coming out of his piss slit and the pleasure is overwhelming. Throb, throb, and throb. His penis keeps throbbing and pulsing as her bunny cunny begins milking his cock franticly for his precious life making sperm to sate her burning heat. Her young womb begging to be filled, but cheated of its' God given prize by that shoe string that is tied at his sheath. He takes in a deep breath as his orgasm slowly winds down. The young girl underneath him slowly closes her eyes as she savors the feeling of his cock pulsing gently, flexing inside her, rubbing those sensitive walls. His last thrust has made his cock kiss the hole leading to her womb. It hurts her a bit, but she enjoys the pleasant feeling of his cockhead pulsing on it, making her body jerk at the sensation. Oh, how she loves it. She craves more for it. She cannot wait for it to happen again and again until his balls deliver that precious thick goo into her as that head flex at that sensitive spot.

Valais still has his hand on her tummy. He slowly rubs downwards to a spot above her pussy. In the past, he is always fascinated with women's organs between their legs. He is sometimes allowed into birthing wards by expectant parents as support, doctors letting him just to make the birthing easier, and he can never forget the sight of a baby coming into this cruel world. He feels around that soft spot and imagine that organ inside of her filled with cum. Filled with thick white batter. That biological oven making sure the fertile mixture of thick seed and female cum create life. How his seed can help in creating a miracle inside of her. The young teenage bunny pushes her hips up into his hand, making his palm press hard on that area. She moans out lovingly. It is music to his ears and he wishes that his cock is not tied up by that show lace. But he knows, if it is loosen, his cum will flow out and make this 15 year old black bunny a young mother to his young.

True to her word, his cock remains hard and ready to go after a few minutes. He slowly, but gently thrust hard into her pussy, making squealing noises as her thick female fluids dribble out.

'SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH.......'

He loves the feel of her pussy on his cock. It pulses lightly on his shaft as his cockhead rubs her tightening walls. She just lies there on the bed, her eyes close and her breathing heavy. He can feel her body flush and hot as he holds her close to him. Her arms slowly move her hands from his arms to hold his strong buttocks. She opens her eyes and look at him with love, but in his eyes, there is only lust and sexual hunger. She is happy at his gaze. It is telling her that she is only a sack of meat to warm his body. Her legs only open for his strong lance to spear her body and make his claim on her. A warm cum receptacle for his thick white baby making goo. His eyes will only look at like this from now on in private and she is special to him. Her pussy and womb is now his. Special for him to act out his wildest and darkest fantasies on her flesh.

As he thrust stronger, his mind lingers on the thought of what babies he can make with her. Will they have her full black colour? Will they have her eyes and smile? Will his daughters be a soft their mother or his sons as strong as he is? His little bunny just keeps smiling as he opens his eyes to look at her. She loves the feel of his hand at the spot where her womb is and his hard pleasure giving cock inside her pussy. He keeps plowing his way through her afterglow and it makes all the more special and better. His hips working up and down, digging deep inside of her, making her moan out faintly as her body goes sluggish. His body making her begs for him to satisfy that heat. His cock making its' claim on her body and pussy.

He can feel her vagina pulsing again. He can feel her coming to the edge as she whimpers and squeaks softly. He rams her harder. Her loin fur mashes with his. His hand left her that soft spot to hold her close as he cum inside of her again. His throbbing pushes her over and she screams out breathlessly in a small voice, her head rolling to the side as she lets her body being fucked and bred like an animal. Like a whore. Like a slut.

For three straight hours she is fucked by him. They only rest with his cock still inside of her, rocking back and forth. Her pussy lips now coated in a thin film of her juices mix with his pre- cum. Their body fur, matted down in some areas due to sweat and their hard fucking. Their loins a mess of fertile female fluids. Her breast fur matted down due ministrations from Father Valais' tongue. Father Valais' legs tremble as he gives another thrust, making her gasps weakly as she comes again.

His poor cock is now reddish black and pulsing angrily. He feels dull pain, but he loves the pleasant feeling of it. He can feel his balls throbbing hard. The female bunny can feel that manly tool inside her wet sucking socket pulse hard. She can feel it throb and flex due to the pent up load. She knows he could not take it anymore and the bout of fucking will ensure the seed will flow endless for some time into her fertile womb.

She is now very weak due to all those heat wrenching orgasms. Valais let her calm down and starts thrusting madly. His muzzle drools with saliva, matting her wet chest fur. His arms encircle her back, crushing her body and chest to him. She gasps weakly as he claims her body in the most brutish way possible. He jackhammers his hips. Her pussy is pleasantly sore, but begs to be filled. He lowers his head and nibble on her neck, making her toss her head back, giving him more room. Her hands clutch weakly at his hard feeling those hard muscles move.

He gasps louder and suddenly, he holds her hard and jams his crotch to hers, making her go wide eyed and the female bunny gives out a soft scream of bliss as heat flooded her core. She can feel something her inside spreading open and hot goo starts flow slowly into it.

Valais can feel his cock flex one last time. He has too many dry orgasms and this final thrust pushes him over. He jams his cock tightly inside her pussy and something soft opens up for him. His breeding meat flexes and flex until, with wide eyed astonishment, he feels thick fluid run up his bulging sheath and flows pass the show lace to begins its' fateful journey. He groans with a loud 'GAH... ah...ah...Hahahah... Gah...unghhhhhhh...' He back is bending hard over her as he stares down at their joining and he could feel that thick white fertile goo drools out slowly and thickly. He can feel it. He can feel every drop flowing slowly and steadily as his cock head flares. His cock is not spitting out cum like other males. It is literally drooling and leaking out thick baby batter goo inside of her and it is not stopping. His poor abused cock sending pleasure shooting up his spine as he looks on in disbelieve that he is now inseminating this young girl. He is giving her his thick baby making cream and his balls happily pulses with pleasure as throb after throb sends more seed inside her heat stricken pussy, not knowing that the soft area opening up at his cockhead is actually her womb cupping it. He can feel that soft spot inside her pulsing and jerking along with his cockhead as it suckles up gout after gout of his white fertile goo. A soft sucking pressure at his piss slit is gently forcing him to keep cumming. His thick baby batter is ravaging her womb, raping the organ in search for eggs for them sink into. To seal that young female bunny's fate to become a young mother.

The little bunny can only lay under him and pant deliriously. She clasps her hands tighter at his butt, feeling every flex under her sweaty palms. She can feel every time that breeding male flesh in her warm wet socket pulse and throbs, his butt would flex, signifying another gout of thick cum is entering her. She smiles weakly as she finally has this nice man's seed inside of her warm inviting womb. She can feel her insemination. Her body is being willingly impregnated by this man old enough to be her father. She relishes the feeling of his seed, drooling into her, flowing thickly through her cervix and settle in her like warm honey. She knows the shoe lace at his sheath will keep him helplessly cumming thick gout after thick gout of white baby making goo into her willing womb. He will keep inseminating her for some time. Inseminate, inseminate and inseminate.

He could not believe it. He cannot tear his eyes away from looking at their blissful joining. His muscles lock up as his loins keep drooling sperm into his young lover. He gasps helplessly as he watches her pussy lips move with every flex of his manhood, giving out soft wet squelching sounds. He cannot believe his cock is strong enough to deliver his thick load inside of her and keep going in delivering his virgin into her. The most fertile load his balls ever produce. His mind screaming at him, "I'm knocking her up. I'm knocking her up good. Oh, God. I want to knock her up good." His steadying himself with his left hand, his right hand drifts down and press lightly on her pussy. He moans out softly as her can feel his cock flexing wildly in her and her hips shuddering lightly at every motion of his cock in her.

That small stream of white fertile seed keeps flowing. His balls pulse as his cock throbs happily inside of her. He ended up loving it. He wants to keep doing this again and again. He wants to keep impregnating her with his children. He not only wants to fill her womb. He wants fuck and fill as much women in this academy as he can. His hand goes up to her trembling tummy and rubs it softly, knowing soon there will be a baby bump there. Concrete proof of how strong his seed is and his broken vow.

His eyes grow heavy. The continuous dry orgasms leave him hard and ready due to the shoe lace, but when he finally cums, he gets rapidly tired and the spilling of his seed is a long and pleasure filled affair.

The teenage bunny murrs softly in contentment as his penis throbs less hard and the flexing now softer inside of her. He lowers himself gently on her body as he grows tired and heavy. He still can feel his cock drooling thick white sperm into her. Flowing thickly as the show lace at his sheath keeps him hard and rigid, doing something to his cock. He closes his eyes and breathes softly into her ear as he sleeps, the head of his cock still lodge in that soft opening, sowing his precious life making seeds straight into her fertile womb.

She pants softly, getting her breath under control after such a hard fucking session. This man in her arms and on her youthful body has shown her much love and pleasure. His manhood snuggling softly in her warm, wet and slick bunny pussy hole. Making itself at home in her body, just as it should. She shudders in pleasure as wild naughty thoughts go through her mind. This is how it should be; she is born with a pussy. Her pussy is the only place for a man's cock to make its home. She will gladly let him sink inside of her anytime, anywhere, anyhow. She does not care. Her pussy will lovingly cradle and warm his cock flesh as her body will keep him warm and make him feel loved. She will let him play with her young breasts. She let him drain those poor pent up balls anytime inside her slutty cunt even I she is in heat like now and she will make sure every drop stays inside. She will let him ravage her anytime of the day, even if she is tired from her duties. Her body is his as long as he claims her with his seed and cock.

Before she follows him to sleep, she waits for nearly an hour. His cock helplessly drooling sperm non- stop into her warm chamber. She slips her hands to their joining and she plays with herself as best as she could, cumming several times, making his cock throbs harder and drool more thick baby goo as her warm vagina pulse and tighten around him. Her dexterous fingers take off the shoe lace so no permanent harm will be on his poor well performed cock. She had taken his virginity in the most sensuous way and he will never forget it. His mighty breeding shaft remains hard after she throw the show lace on her night gown. She can feel that cum dribbling into her and she hugs him tightly before going to sleep, his arms wrap around her.

They sleep until Christmas morning. It is near lunch time when they wake up. Valais murrs pleasantly as his cock is being suckled by a warm mouth. He opens his eyes and looks down in shock. There, his 15 year old black bunny assistant is worshiping his manhood, taking care of it lovingly. Memories from last night flooded his mind and he leans up quickly. Blood rushes down and he got dizzy and flops back on the bed. He feels the bed shift as she crawls on top of him. He sees her smiling face and a hand grabs his cock. She kisses him softly on the mouth and suddenly, something warm and wet envelopes his cockhead and swallows the rest of his penis with loud slick sounds.

'SHLICK, SHLICK, SHLICK......'

For the little black bunny, her pussy is still sore, but she loves the pleasant soreness as her pussy walls flutter and welcomes his breeding man meat inside. Any protest he might have is silenced as she tells him huskily, whispering dirty things into his right ear, "We had such a good time last night. You came so much in me and made me feel like a real woman. It's Christmas and there is no Mass until tonight. I want you to fill me again. I want you to fuck me full of your thick cum. Now fill me full with what you have as many times as you want. I am yours."

With that said, he let go of his inhabitations and snap. He becomes a wild animal. He fucks her hard and keeps filing her. All those years in abstinence gives him the strength and stamina to keep going. Years and years of hearing adulterous confessions and lustful temptations made him uncontrolled and her squeaks and squeals of bliss fill his manly pride and ego as proves himself again and again into this young 15 year old teenage girl by inseminating her every hour of the day. Making sure she has all the young he can give. Sealing her pregnancy and her fate in carrying his legacy. Every time she comes, she will squeal out his name breathlessly, "Valais, Valais...."

From than onwards, he knows everything there is to know about Gevina's All Girls' Correction Academy when Miss Marvella and he guards come and collect him for Christmas Mass.

"VALAIS," Father Daumier shake him roughly as he got out of his stupor. "Valais, you are staring off. Come now, we are nearly there the gates. I can see it from here," his tall foxy friend slaps his face gently to get him to focus.

Father Valais shakes his head roughly and his friend let him go. He looks forward and could see the buildings clearly now. They are nearly there and he turns to look at his watch. Only ten minutes has passed. He sighs, knowing his friend is looking at him in concern. Looking back at him face to face, he pleaded with him, "Daumier, when we enter those gates, help keep the rest in line. This academy is different than other. Trust me on this. It is not the punishments nor rules we have to worry about, but the students there and the staff."

The large brown fox nods his once and turns away, "Alright Valais. If you are this serious, than it must bad. I will help you."

"You do not how bad it will be friend. You will know when you step off this bus," thus said, he takes up his bag from the floor and take out a list he had prepare earlier before they board the bus.

They all sit in silence as the bus rolls through the outer gates guarded by several squads of guards. The men in the bus exclaim in wonder at the architecture and the size of the buildings, however, the two priests just keeps silent. Valais' just stare at the driver's rear view mirror and catches the female chipmunk's eyes. She smiles as they go through deeper into the academy, passing more gates.

Even as he sits on a noisy bus, he can still hear the loud 'CLANG' of metal gates closing behind them. He is here now. His assistant will be waiting for him, heavy with their love child.

In the lower basements of Facility 227.

The Impregnorium.