#nunny

Eddie took hold of her stockings at the crotch, he cut a hole inside and pulled the fabric apart.

“These are new,” Eddie observed.

Usually his little nun wore white, cotton briefs. Tonight she was wearing a pair of high cut white panties, scalloped lace around the edge. A delicate pink rose in the waistband.

“I thought…I don’t know,” you shied away from him, closing your legs.

Eddie grips your thigh open. “Tell me. What did you think?”

You lean forward, fingers playing with the chains around his neck.

“I thought—I thought you’d like it..if I was more—I don’t know, more modern, more sexy like the girls at the bar.”

“The girls at the bar…” Eddie hums.

“So I bought all this stuff. Panties—garters—”

“Jesus Christ Nunny, you just jump into the deep end, huh?”

It’s silent between them for a moment. Eddie pushes back Nunny’s veil to reveal her hair. He can’t help but imagine what a white one would look like on her instead.

“I don’t want the girls at the bar, my little nun. The only girl I want in my bar is you.”

With a warm hold on your face, he kisses you deeply. You welcome him, your legs bringing him closer. You moan at the feel of the knife handle against your mound. It pushes past your panties and slowly creeps into your cunt.

“What would He say about your getting fucked like this? Hmm?”

You whimper as the handle kisses your g-spot. “He’d ask if I could turn cum into wine.”

The vulgarity stuns Eddie for a hot second. He laughs, bringing you along with him in a fit of giggles.

“I love you,” you tell him.

Eddie’s breathing slows. “I love you too.” He pockets his knife and rises from the bed.

Staring at the bland wall of Nunny’s convent room, he takes the crucifix down from its post.

Using his powers, he transforms the bottom piece of the cross into a smooth, rounded head. A curve at the end.

“If you want we could test it out…see if your cum is as magnificent as that little book you tote around says.”

Nunny bites her lip with anticipation. Eddie stands over her and takes hold of her neck. His thumb rubs against her throat. “What’s your safe word?”

“Bethlehem.”

Eddie pushes her back on the bed. Crawling over her, Eddie rips the rest of the habit and underclothes off her body with his sharp claws. She mews seeing the horns on his head grow from the curls.

With her legs wide, Eddie slides the crucifix inside her sopping cunt. He fucks her with it, not holding back how deep he’s inside. “Fuck,” Nunny pleads.

She could fill a pool she’s so wet. Her sheets will be soaked. That’s how it always is with him. She grabs the crucifix and with him, guides it further, her cunt squeezing the wood.

“Say a prayer for me, my little nun,” his voice is deep.

I was meant to draw one thing but then I took it too far and drew five things and I worked myself up into a month-long procrastination on whether I was going to add an additional closeup of WHAT I WAS ACTUALLY ASKED FOR (security guard entrapta) as a sixth panel, ruining the pacing in the process. Pacing is important!!! Anyway apparenty I overthink into a stupor where commissions are involved, but this time I was paid back very fucking generously, so it worked out in the end. 

The comic is based on some chaos Nunny and their friend suggested. In my head, Glimmer and Catra swapped each other’s nerf guns as their wedding gift. 

In bed, Eddie watches Nunny flip through various bridal magazines on the hunt for the perfect dress.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too late for white?” Eddie asks.

Your marker pauses at the top of the circle. “Why would it be too late?”

Eddie leans in closer to her chest. He kisses the top of her breast spilling over her lacy camisole. “…well…you’re not exactly—”

“I thought it’d be kind of hot. Seeing me in white, walking down the aisle to you. Knowing you’ve filled me to the brim, all while our guests are clueless to the filth you conjure between my thighs.”

Eddie narrows his dark eyes at his lover. The little smirk on your lips teases all the secrets between two eternal spirits.

“You little cunt,” Eddie barks. You slide over and straddle his waist. His hands find your waist, rubbing up and down, playing with your slinky satin sleep shorts.

“Yeah but I’m your little cunt.”

You feel how hard he is through this boxers. He fits perfect in the loose fabric of your pajamas.

Eddie’s hand finds it’s way up your shorts. He pats your cunt, fingers threading through the hair. “Fuck, I love when you keep her full…” he mumbles. “Get comfortable, baby. Take what you need.”

You lean over him and give him a deep kiss. His tongue curls around yours like a viper in a woven basket. His hands cup your cheeks. Yours come up to intertwine with his, playing with his rings.

You break the kiss and with a breath reach for a new bridal magazine. Eddie groans when you slap the magazine on his chest. “Now! Help me find some floral arrangements.”