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Matilde hummed a hymn to herself as she walked through these hallowed halls which were the place of intense study, worship and everything done in Isran's name. Rumor even said this place had been erected near eons ago, with some saying that Isran himself created it by his own hands before he parted the world. Matilde didn't really believe that, she was devout-more so than most of the sisters in her monastery, but that was a bit further than she was willing to believe. Still, she was a pious sister of The Mark. Every night she would prey on The Mark of Isran, that included taking vows of chastity when she joined the church. Still, it was hard to follow, especially when she was around one of the priests. An ulv by the name of Thorir. She remembered the first time she'd ever felt... lustful thoughts towards the wolf.

It was summer and she and the other members of the clergy were doing many of the usual outdoors activities that they tended to do, most of it was preparing the monastery for the winter, that means cutting wood, collecting honey from the apiaries that were dotted around the grounds and other things. From this, she saw him once when he was cutting wood. He was not wearing his robes, only wearing some slacks. She stared far longer than was necessary for a woman of the cloth probably should, but it was hard to not. The way his muscles flexed under his russet-coloured fur, the way he would bring down the axe upon the wood with such... force and strength, it made the little rat folk's heart flutter too much. It was unbecoming for a woman who vowed celibacy to look at someone so lustfully, but she couldn't help it. The ulv had managed to capture her heart, or at least the lust of a sister. Then he looked at her. His haunting emerald eyes brought her to such depths of lust and wanted Matilde to go away, lest she make an embarrassment for herself. Matilde tried her best to ignore these lustful thoughts. She would pray at her bed every night that Isran might will them away and let her continue in peace, but, alas, she was not so fortunate to get something like that from his holiness. No, instead she was visited in the night with more dreams, visions of salacious and indecent acts that the ulv could do to her.

And so that was how she'd gotten into her current predicament, she was standing outside of Brother Thorin's bedroom, a tinge of nervousness sounding through her humming, the humming was partially to try to calm herself, and try to not psych herself out on what she was trying to do. It was well past dark when most of the other brothers and sisters of the monastery had gone to bed. She lightly knocked on Thorin's room door and waited for his response. A few moments later, the door opened, and there he was, shirtless as the day she'd seen him and grown oh so lustful towards him, the same russet coloured fur, the same dark green eyes that enchanted her

"May I help you, Sister Matilde?" Thorin asked, his voice deep and commanding as any member of his species, though that might be Matilde's lust clouding her ears and making anything he said sound fetching.

"I-I have a request of thee, brother Thorin." The rat asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she tried to not look him directly in the eyes, lest she try to do something unbecoming of a woman of the cloth.

"And what would that be?" He asked, looking her straight on, she knew that Thorin was a former warrior, it was all over his body, shirtless he had a few scars indicating he'd fought in a number of battles before he became a priest.

"I need your help... there are... thoughts raging through my mind," Matilde said wanting to cut to the chase, she pushed past Thorin and into his room, despite the wolf's protests, "They are indecent thoughts, thoughts someone like me shouldn't be having." She said looking very much at the distressed woman that might be having this kind of crisis.

"Sister Matilde, what are the subject of these thoughts?" Thorin asked, his curiosity now piqued considerably, something that would make a sister like herself. Thorin had seen Matilde as a rather pious woman, one who would not fall to temptation.

"You." Matilde's words were blunt, and she didn't mince them and Thorin was taken a bit aback he didn't think he would be the cause of the nun's current predicament, she paced back and forth in the room, Thorin closed the door so that if anyone came by they wouldn't see the two in the room together, the last thing they needed was rumors about the two doing something untoward.

"I'm afraid I don't follow." Thorin said and Matilde turned to the wolf she got as close to him as she could, he could feel the heat radiating off her, then his keen canine senses picked up something fragrant wafting off her, at first he thought it was perfume but he dismissed that since the nuns forwent such luxuries no, he knew this scent it was one he was familiar with from his former life as a blade for hire. The smell of lust, desire and want. Smelling this scent sent a surge straight to Thorin's cock and he could feel it come out of its sheath, he pushed this down.

"I have desires, carnal ones," Matilde said as she nearly pulled her hair out. She was still wearing her habit, which she removed to run her hands through her brunette locks. "I have desires for you and I hate them." Matilde's pacing grew more fervent, and Thorin wanted to stop her before she bore a hole in his floor with her pacing he grabbed her by the hand, this was a mistake, it elicited a gasp from her and a grunt from him as he felt how soft her hands were, he hesitated for a moment not sure what to do, the two stood there their hands connected for far too long than was good for either of them. The air grew hot and heavy, and Thorin knew what he would have done in his old days before devoting himself to the Mark, when he was still a soldier, he would pin Matilde against the wall, and fuck her till she couldn't move, but he had restraint and he took his hand back.

"You should leave this room. I'm afraid I can't help you." Thorin said as he rushed Matilde out of the room, when he was sure she wasn't still there he let out a groan of frustration, his hand still remembering the feeling of hers, he removed his slacks and looked at his now aching cock, precum dripped from the tip of the bright crimson member and he grabbed it and began to stroke. His mind began to fill with all the many ways he could have fucked Matilde.

"Fuck." Thorin's stroking began to pick up pace as he continued to imagine himself knotting the rat woman, pouring all of his seed into her till she was no doubt pregnant with some pups, he then imagined her naked, pregnant and becoming him to fuck her even more. With a growl, he came into his hand, coating it with white.

Meanwhile Matilde had made her way to her own room, and her lust was still ever present, and she needed release. She then remembered something that one of the other sisters had told her to relive these types of thoughts, though she was loth to try them, thinking Sister Abigail was uncouth, but she needed this. Removing her clothes, she inspected her body, and then thought about Thorin, how he might help her. She'd read books, especially some of the more salacious books that Sister Abigail snuck into the monastery when she bought them from the market nearby. The books talked about all manner of things dealing with sex, and the way they described women pleasuring themselves with their partners.

She plunged her finger into her own cunt and she let out a hitched breath, digging deeper into her snatch until she felt herself getting more and more wet. She stifled a moan as she plunged her finger in and out of her cunt, each plunge making her more and more hot and bothered. She wanted more, she wanted Thorin to fuck her like in her books. Her mind's eye thought of the ways that those books described them men and their lovers. How they would throw them onto the beds and fuck them without abandon. Making them moan and groan with such intense pleasure. As she finger fucked herself, she imagined how Thorin might do that. She knew a bit about ulv anatomy, especially his knot. She wondered how it would feel for her petite body to be knotted by a man as large as him. This thought brought her over the edge and she came on her fingers. Laid sprawled against her bed, she was still not satisfied. She wanted more, so much more; she wanted Thorin.

The next few days the two tried to avoid each other, this was easier to do thanks to the fact that the two had different duties as priest and nun of The Mark, still there was something tugging at Matilde, something that made her want to seek out Thorin and have him talk to her, normally the sisters and brothers were not permitted to talk to each other to discourage fraternization, but the more clever ones knew of places where private discussions could be held and Matilde knew one of them, and she invited Thorin to one of these secret liaisons. She had surreptitiously sent him a note (slid it under his door before nightfall,) and she snuck out of her room to meet Thorin, who was waiting for her before she got there.

"Matilde, to what do I owe this liaison?" Thorin asked wondering why the sister had called him to this secluded area, much like before when Thorin and Matilde meet in his room, he could smell her desire emanating from her, so intoxicating was the scent coming from the rat folk that Thorin had a hard time focusing on her, his own lust was screaming for him to fuck her into the wall, to hear her moan his name over and over again. He reigned this part of his mind in.

"The thoughts haven't gone away," Matilde said as she gripped Thorin's arms. She had a tight grip on someone of her size and stature. Her hands were wrapped tightly around his tree trunk arms. "I need you; I can't take it anymore!" Matilde groaned as she gave Thorin a wild look. The wolf hated how much he wanted her, and he wanted her so, so badly.

"You do know what you're asking of me, right?" The wolf asked, hoping that this was truly what Matilde wanted. The last thing he wanted to do was something she was not good with. He wanted to give her one last out before she decided this was the best course of action.

"Yes, I want you." Matilde answered and Thorin nodded, he got out of the rodent's grip and pinned her against the nearby monetary wall, Matilde let out a gasp of surprise, the wolf let out a growl as he kissed her deeply, which elicited a moan from her as his tongue found its way into her mouth, which was used to promptly explore every inch of it. She gripped at his chest as he continued to deepen the kiss. When their mouths finally parted, her breathing was heavy, labored, and she wanted more.

"This place is not ideal for what I want to do to you." Thorin said as he picked Matilde up bridal style and carried her quickly through the halls making sure that no one would see them and headed to his room. Opening the door with his feet, he deposited Matilde onto the bed; he then closed the door and locked it.

"Now we have some privacy." Thorin growled out, his voice sending a shiver down Matilde's spine as she saw him began to take off his clothes, first with his shirt, allowing Matilde to get a good look of his bare chest again, the thing that had started her down this road of breaking her vows of celibacy. She could still see the muscles that made her knees weak, and made her body ache for him. Then she saw his cock. It was straining against his brown slacks and she could make out the outline of it, and it made Matilde's heart beat even faster. She'd never seen a cock, and now she was going to see one right now. Matilde sat up and grabbed Thorin's cock through his slacks and the wolf let out a low growl as she touched it.

"Yo-you're very big." Matilde's voice was low as she said this and Thorin smiled as Matilde continued to play with his cock through his slacks.

"Do you want to see it?" Thorin asked, and Matilde nodded. She removed her hand from his cock and Thorin undid the ropes that kept his slacks up. The garment then fell down with nothing, keeping it taunt around his waist and Matilde let out a gasp as she saw Thorin's cock for the first time. Thorin's cock was thick and large. It was a bright, bright crimson, with veins running throughout it. It twitched and throbbed with desire and from its tip a sticky liquid dripped from it. Matilde was transfixed by this site, never before had she seen something like this, the books she read did not do what she saw any amount of justice, the 'turgid rods' and 'throbbing manhood's' of her books were nothing like Thorin's cock, it was so... inviting. She'd read about the lovers in her books doing something with their mouths to their lovers' genitals. She wanted to try this.

"I-I want to suck it." Matilde said, and Thorin smiled.

"If you want to." Thorin replied. Matilde crawled over to Thorin's crotch and stopped when her face was before his cock. She could smell the musk of his cock and it made her cunt ache for it, ache for it to breed her. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and she licked the base of his cock. Thorin let out a light groan as she continued to lick up and down his member. She then peppered kisses across his cock, making the wolf grit his teeth in pleasure. She then took his cock into her mouth. She took it as far as she could before it got hard to do so. She then moved her mouth back till the tip of his cock was only in her mouth, then she plunged back down, licking around his shaft as she did. Up and down her mouth bobbed against Thorin's cock and Thorin was groaning, keeping his voice down as much as he could, he didn't want to have any of the other members of the monastery wake up from their fucking. Her mouth was like heaven to Thorin as she continued to suck and lick his shaft. He felt his cock begin to twitch and throb more, meaning he was nearing his limit.

"M- Matilde!" Thorin grunted as he grabbed the rat woman's head and brought it as deep as he could without knotting her mouth, Matilde tried to stop it but the wolf's grip was too strong and she had to endure it as he came deep down her throat, salty globs of seed flooded into her mouth and she couldn't hold all of it, some of it spilling out of her mouth and nose. When he was done and his cock was flaccid, he let Matilde go and she flopped onto the bed breathing hard and heavy, Thorin wasn't done though, he wanted to repay Matilde for what she did he climbed up to her and pulled her nightgown up exposing her bloomer clad crotch. Pulling the garment down and off her body, Thorin was given free access to Matilde's bare cunt, dripping wet and ready to be loved.

He started by licking her outer lips, making the rat moan. This was something else that the books talked about. Lick after lick, making her wetter and wetter. He then plunged his tongue deep into her cunt. This made Matilde moan, which she tried her best to stifle as Thorin continued to lick the inside of her pussy. Twisting and turning his long tongue in her cunt, Matilde was gripping the sheets of Thorin's bed. Then Thorin went deeper than she imagined while also playing with her clit, and this was more than enough to bring Matilde to her climax. Her back arched in pleasure. She covered her mouth to stifle her moans of absolute pleasure as she bucked and rode Thorin's tongue. Thorin, for his part, lapped up Matilde's juices, enjoying every single drop.

Now was the time for the main event, and Thorin wanted to make it special for Matilde's first time.

"Do you want to continue? I can stop if you want me to, and I'll just let this be the end of our-" Thorin was cut off by Matilde kissing him. She then whispered into his ear.

"Take me." And Thorin was going to do just that kissing Matilde again, he gripped her hips, lining his cock up with her cunt, he prodded her entrance a few times making sure that she was right and primed for his cock, he slowly plunged his cock into her cunt making her moan and hiss in a combination of pleasure and pain as Thorin's girth stretched her out. Getting far enough, he pulled his cock so much like when she was sucking him off, the tip of his cock was inside her cunt. He then plunged back in. In and out he rocked his hips back, hitting Matilde in a spot she didn't know she had in her. Her own fingers and imagination did not do her lover justice.

"Yes, right there!" Matilde moaned as Thorin continued to fuck her again and again, each one making the rat woman moan louder and louder. He kissed her to try to silence her moans. Each thrust of Thorin's cock was making Matilde more and more feral; she was getting close to release for the second time, and it seemed Thorin himself was about to reach his own second climax.

"Breed me!" Matilde moaned, her mind wanting nothing more than for Thorin to make her his and his alone. Thorin growled as he bit into Matilde's neck and knotted her. Soon thick ropes of his cum entered her unprotected womb, shot after shot of his seed, bloating her belly slightly as she felt the torrent of seed inside her, and she was oh so satisfied.

"So... so full." Matilde moaned as she fell asleep exhausted from their lovemaking, Thorin rubbed her head as he snuggled up to her, the two would have to be separated before morning but for now Thorin enjoyed the afterglow of his new lover. And he would have to wait to see if any consequences came from this night of passion, but he felt he would be with Matilde for the foreseeable future.