Ever since the seal on the grimoire weakened, Nennius a junior monk
started having nightmares of having sex with a beautiful seductress.
Every night he'd dream of the seductress visiting him, making him break
his vow of celibacy, riding him to the edge of orgasm only to wake up in
cold sweat before the act was completed. Nennius felt guilty that he
had such dreams so often and had tried to find relieve by masturbating
hoping that it would stop the dream but unfortunately no matter how hard
he tried he couldn't get himself to cum and it only made him hornier.
After
a few weeks, Nennius was at wits' end. He thought he was going insane
when he saw a girl in the monastery. The Isle of Avalon where the
monastery was located was so remote that few knew it existed. How could a
young girl be possibly walking around here so casually. Nennius called
out to the girl but she didn't respond, he caught a glimpse of her, she
looked vaguely familiar and seamed to know the place better than him, he
followed behind her into a chamber, it was unusually foggy that morning
and he was a bit lost after a few turns. Nennius saw the top of the
altar moved as he entered the chamber. "Is there a secret compartment in
the altar? Is the mystery girl in there?"
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