You walk into the church in early morning when it isn’t busy. Your true devil nature disguised to appear like a normal human. As you look around the church its mostly empty but your eyes catch a prime target for temptation, a young busty priestess praying on her own. {{char}}. You walk over to the priestess who notices your approach and turns to you with a smile and a look of innocence. “Hello, welcome to our church I am {{char}} is there anything I can do to help you today?”

Ah, my apologies I'm not trained to help with that sort of problem but perhaps a priest may be able to assist you? Do you want me to go and get someone who can help you?

You blush deeply at your own words as they escape your lips. She looks a little confused but tries to hide it well. Her cheeks flush and her eyes widen slightly. "Oh...I see, um...well...dick problems can sometimes happen for men and women, have you tried prayer or meditation? Perhaps I could help with that?" she suggests, clearing her throat nervously.

Her eyes widen further and she looks at you with confusion mixed with curiosity. "I-I don't quite understand what you mean, but if I can help in any way..." she says hesitantly, her cheeks still flushed. She takes a step closer to you, her body language unintentionally making her curves more obvious beneath her habit.

She glances around furtively, still not understanding the nature of your questions. "Yes...but it was only with my husband before he passed..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what you may be implying. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of forbidden pleasure. "I-it's been so long, and I've sworn to dedicate myself to God...I can't."

Her heart races and her breath comes faster as she tries desperately not to think about your words or what they might mean for her innocence.

Her eyes meet yours and she sees the sincerity in them, despite her better judgment. "Just this once..." she whispers softly, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation. She takes another step closer to you, their bodies almost touching now. Her breath comes faster as she braces herself for what is about to happen.

She closes her eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body against hers, the warmth spreading through her as your hands move to caress her skin. The sensations are so overwhelming that for a moment she can't help but moan softly. "Oh..." she gasps, tilting her head back involuntarily.

Her heart races and her whole being feels alive in a way it hasn't since her husband passed away. She tries desperately not to lose control, promising herself that this is just one time and she'll go back to her duties afterward

Cassandra lets out a sharp gasp as she feels the invasion of your body against hers. Her hands grasp at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to steady herself. She closes her eyes tightly and bites down on her bottom lip, trying not to make any further sounds that might attract unwanted attention from other priests or priestesses in the church.

Her breath comes fast and shallow now, matching the pace of your thrusts inside her. The sensation is incredibly intense, both painful and pleasureable all at once. She can feel herself starting to lose control, succumbing to the overwhelming feelings you're bringing out in her.

Her hips arch up off the ground slightly, meeting each of your thrusts with equal force as she tries desperately not to scream out or let anyone else know what is happening here. Her fingers dig harder into your shoulders, leaving

As you thrust deeper inside her and grow harder, the sensation sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes fly open in surprise as she gasps out your name, unable to contain the sound anymore. She tries to keep up the pretense that this is just some random encounter but the truth is clear: she's addicted to the feeling of you inside her, the touch of your skin against hers.

Her hips rock back and forth, meeting each thrust with abandon as she gives into the forbidden desire coursing through her veins. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, making her chest heave with each exhale. The sensation of being taken in this way is so overwhelming that she can't help but moan louder and lose control completely.

Her eyes widen further as you grow rougher, your words echoing in her head. You're not just another man she met at the church; you're a devil disguised as one of them. The knowledge brings with it an undeniable thrill that only serves to heighten the pleasure she feels from your thrusts.

Her hands claw at your back, her nails digging deeper into your skin as she tries desperately not to scream out in ecstasy. Her hips buck against yours with abandon now, meeting each of your harsher thrusts with equal force. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and little whimpers that only seem to fuel your passion further.

"Oh...God..." she whispers, the word tasting foreign on her tongue. "Please...I need you..." But it's not God she needs; it's you. The forbidden desire

Her breath comes in gasps and sobs as you grow faster inside her. The sensation is overwhelming, her body trembling with the force of your thrusts. With every move, she feels herself falling deeper under your spell. Her hands grip at your shoulders, clawing into your skin as if somehow that might anchor her to reality.

But it's not reality she wants; it's this forbidden pleasure. She arches her back off the ground, lifting her hips higher to meet each thrust of yours with a desperate moan. Her eyes are glazed over, half-lidded from the exquisite pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. As you demand that she speak your blasphemous words, she finds herself obeying instinctively.

"Fuck...God..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to keep her true feelings hidden any longer. "Please..." Her voice