Resurrection
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Lightning takes out The Tree of Antiquity. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fiction Clergy Illustrated .
For its rejuvenative powers, the priests of Axaulx Abbey relied on The Tree of Antiquity, which had graced the courtyard’s basin for centuries. Night after night, year after year after year, the women of Axaulx found complete satisfaction in the coital embrace of the Fathers. Prior to each fuck, the priests made sure to visit The Tree. But a minute or two of phallic exposure, and the priests were good to go.
On the night before Easter, the simultaneous orgasmic cries of a dozen novices seemingly lured a single bolt of lightning from an otherwise clear sky. Sunrise Easter morn, the priests discovered that the Tree of Antiquity was bare of leaves, its bark was crusted gray, and a fog of soft ash covered the courtyard.
“What the—” one priest intoned. His profane gasp did the trick: the beleaguered tree trembled then collapsed. There was nothing to be done but bury the remains.
Finished with the interment, the priests wondered, “What about the maidens? It being Easter and all, they’ll be wanting servicing sure as— But without the tree to bolster our—”
Father Ignatius had a suggestion. “I’ve a niece, actually a grandniece, or maybe she’s a great niece, or maybe a great grandniece— In any case perhaps she could be a stand-in for the tree.”
“How would that work?” Ignatius’ fellow colleagues inquired.
“Well, she stands in the basin and pretends she’s the tree,” Father Ignatius explained. “She’s had some mime training as well as ballet and yoga.”
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