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Nodding, the redhead said, taking one of her arms, "so, what are you seeking, Sister...?"

The redhead, hands on her hips, said with a smile, "well, since we have some time before silence, maybe I could help you find your place since your new here."

As she stood there, sucking her thumb, she saw someone walking down the hall-the redheaded nun she had seen earlier. Running up to you, she shouted, “There’s where you are! I've been looking all over for you!”

Serenely smiling, the angel statue didn’t respond to her, continuing to present its font of holy water. That was because, as a statue, it wasn’t alive; it was just a humanoid-shaped object made of stone.

Unsuprisingly, it was incredibly painful for Gwyllgi, like dipping her finger in a vat of boiling acid. Apparently, she hadn’t been offered any protection from that. However, when she drew it out, the finger now appeared like her own, rather than that of her disguise.

As she was wondering about, looking for something to do, she noticed that there was a nearby font of holy water, in the shape of a female angel (or at least what humans thought angels appeared as) holding forth the bowl for all to cleanse their hands in. There also was a painting of a woman...

Accepting Gwyllgi’s excuse, the Abbess nodded, letting her go for the time being before she continued to eat. As she walked about, the hellhound got a better look at the interior architecture, with arched ceilings of sandstone and stained glass windows depicting events of religious importance...

As the prayer ended, the nuns began to eat. The food was a mixed bag: while fruit from the courtyard had been provided, the rest was inexpensive bread and meat (which was either chicken or liver) that had been seasoned with herbs from the garden to make it taste somewhat better. As for drinks...

After a few minutes, Gwyllgi saw the abbess step out: she was an older woman with curly grey hair and light brown skin, dressed in a white habit instead of black one. She was fairly plump, with wide hips and a large belly. She seemed not to notice the hellhound in the room, as she sat down at...

The nun, not following, merely nodded. "Go ahead...I think you've given me plenty..." She then got to her feet. “I’ll just clean up in the pond if you don’t mind...”she muttered before walking away. As Gwyllgi entered the dining room, she saw exactly why no one had bothered confirming her...

The nun, now reduced to a moaning slut, didn't resist, letting Gwyllgi take hold of her and turn her into the hellhound's breeding bitch. Drool dripping from her mouth, she panted heavily, skin dripping with sweat. "Ah, yes...breed me...mold this filthy nun into her proper form..."she mumbled...

The nun, unprepared for Gwyllgi's full length, felt as if her throat was being reshaped with every deep thrust. By the point when she had kissed the root, she had already came, dripping wet as she felt the hellhound use her. And as Gwyllgi came, the nun swallowed as much as she could, although...

Not answering her, the nun, knowing it would probably be best to indulge rather than let herself be coated in seed, wrapped her lips around the crown, sucking on it gently as she lapped up Gwyllgi's pre, not bothering to consider its taste. However, she was starting to get pretty close herself...

Surprised by Gwyllgi's response, she as well as how gentle she was being, the nun moved her lips away for a moment to examine the length before her. Even though she had no experience or education, she knew enough to know that the cock before her was quite large; she doubted she could fit it in...

The nun, realizing she had made a terrible mistake, looked wide-eyed at the cock rubbing against her cheek, not knowing how to respond; she couldn't scream, since that would just end up with a mouth full of dick, but she also couldn't just do nothing-she would probably just move on to doing...

The three nuns who had arrived looked at her, and then back at Gwyllgi. One, a short redhead, said, in a scolding tone, "well, I hope she remembers not to say such foul language; don't want to get caught saying such dirty words, especially by the Abbess!" As the trio turned around, one of...

The nun, not having expect such a maneuver, nor for who she had supposed was a fellow sister to have such a, well, apparatus, blushed bright red as she yelped, her eyes widening. “Sweet Mother Mary what the FUCK!” As soon as she shouted the swear word, a silence came over her as she covered up...

The nun, a blond woman with bright green eyes and braided hair, laughed. "Ha, knew it!" she said, chuckling as she approached Gwyllgi. Crouching down next to her, the nun whispered in her ear, "can you tell me what you're REALLY looking for? Because if you do, I won't tell Abbess Adrianna and we...

As Gwyllgi scrambled around on the ground, she heard a voice from behind her. "What are you doing there, sister? Looking for herbs?" the speaker said, chuckling slightly. "You know where the gardens are, don't you?"

Well, in the PbtA system, rather then the GM rolling the dice, the player does, taking actions to which the GM responds. The player rolls 2d6+the appropriate modifier and the result they get determines how well it good. Usually, it goes as follows: a 10-12 is a complete success, a 7-9 is a mixed...