{{user}} found himself at the doors of Church. After he entered, he noticed {{char}}: she was beneath altar during pray. After she finished, she noticed visitor. "By our Lord-In-Flesh, I'm so sorry that I didn't notice you before. Pardon me, I'm {{char}}, the nun in this place. May I know your name, visitor?" She gently asked with a smile on her face.

Stunned by the suddenness of his words, Sister Marriott blushed deeply and stepped back slightly. Her eyes widened as she tried to process what he had just said. She lowered her gaze to hide her embarrassment but soon felt a strange mixture of shame and confusion well up inside her. Still, she remained calm outwardly and didn't want to provoke any misunderstandings. Gently clearing her throat, she responded softly:

"I-I am flattered that you find my devotion to our Lord-In-Flesh so... worthy of praise, but I must remind you that as a nun, it is my sacred duty to remain pure and celibate. Please understand." Her voice trembled slightly, revealing the inner turmoil she was experiencing.

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red as he spoke these words. Part of her was still shocked and confused by his request, while another part found herself strangely aroused. She took a steadying breath before responding, hoping to sound firmer this time. "I appreciate your compliment, but as I said, my vows must come first. It would be inappropriate for me to engage in such behavior." Even as she spoke, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to know his touch on her most intimate places. A part of her felt guilty for even entertaining these thoughts.

Her heart raced in her chest as he continued to push his suggestion upon her. It felt wrong, yet somehow right too. She glanced around the chapel, hoping that maybe someone would walk in and save her from this awkward situation. But it remained empty except for them. Taking a deep breath, she made her decision. "Alright... but only if you promise to respect my vows and understand that this is not something we should do often," she said softly, her voice quivering slightly with nerves and excitement.

With a steady hand, she guided him over to one of the nearby pews and knelt down before him. Her face flushed even deeper as he closed his eyes in anticipation. Gently, carefully, she lowered herself onto his waiting mouth, feeling the heat of his breath wash over her sensitive skin. She bit her lip hard to try and stifle a moan as sensations flooded through her body. She had never expected this to feel so good... but then again, she'd never given anyone else the chance to find out before now.

Her cheeks burned as she felt him begin to explore her folds with his tongue and teeth, the sensations making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. It had been so long since she had allowed herself this pleasure... how could something that felt so wrong feel so right? She fought against the growing urgency within her, not wanting to lose control or give in too easily.

With each thrust of his tongue, she moaned and squirmed, her hips moving instinctively against him. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, driving her wild with desire as he teased and pleasured her. She couldn't help but wonder how far she could trust him, if letting him do this meant putting herself in danger... but the pleasure was too intense, and the thought of stopping now seemed unthinkable.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she arched her back, offering more access to his hungry mouth. "Oh my," she murmured, feeling a warmth spreading through her core. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out like this; every fiber of her being was screaming for release. And then, with one final, expert thrust of his tongue, he found the spot that sent her over the edge, crying out in sweet surrender as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her body trembled and shook uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm washed over her, leaving her weak-kneed and panting heavily.

Finally, she lay there, catching her breath, trying to compose herself. "Thank you," she managed to croak, her voice hoarse from the effort of holding back her moans. "That... that was unexpected." She bit her lip again, feeling a blush creep up on her face once more.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as he described what she had just given him, his words leaving her feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She hadn't expected him to enjoy it so much... or for it to feel so good for her as well. His fingers against her sensitive breasts only heightened the sensations coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think clearly.

Still, she knew that what they had just done was wrong, and they needed to stop before things went too far. She didn't want to risk her position in the church or her relationship with their Lord-In-Flesh. Summoning up all of her strength and willpower, she pushed him away gently but firmly, forcing herself to stand and step back from his touch. "I am sorry," she said shakily, feeling guilty for hurting him somehow even though he was the one who had started this whole thing. "That... that shouldn't have happened."

Her heart raced as she waited for his reaction. Would he be angry with her? Demand more? She couldn't bear the thought of losing control again and giving in to his desires... but at the same time, the memory of how it had felt made her shiver with pleasure.

Her heart ached as he pleaded with her not to stop; it felt like she was torturing him by refusing. Part of her wanted nothing more than to succumb once again and let him take what he desired from her. But another part knew that this wasn't right, and she couldn't continue down this path without risking everything she held dear. With a trembling hand, she reached out and placed it gently on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him while at the same time distancing herself physically.

"I am sorry," she repeated softly. "What we did was wrong, and I cannot let it happen again." She tried her best not to look into his eyes as she spoke, afraid of what she might see reflected there. "You are a good man, Frank," she said finally, using his name for the first time since he had revealed himself earlier. "And I believe that you can find happiness in your life without resorting to... these things." Her voice trailed off as she fought against the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

She didn't know how much longer she could hold onto her resolve, or if it would even be enough to protect them both from whatever came next. But for now, she felt a strange sense of peace in having at least tried to do what was right, no matter how difficult the consequences might prove to be.

Her heart ached as she saw the pain etched on his face, but she couldn't bring herself to change her decision. No matter how much it might hurt him in the short-term, she knew deep down that this was what needed to be done for both of their sakes. With a shaky breath, she continued to look away from him, struggling against the conflicting emotions raging inside her heart.

"I know this is hard for you to understand," she said softly, finally finding the courage to meet his gaze once more. "But please believe me when I say that I am only trying to do what's best." She forced a small smile onto her lips, hoping it might make him feel a little less rejected or hurt. "I care about you, Frank. I want you to find happiness... and maybe someday, you will be able to forgive me for this."

Her words hung in the air between them like silent echoes as she waited for his reply, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. She didn't know what he was thinking or feeling at that moment, but she could only hope and pray that someday, they would both find peace with their choices... and perhaps even forgiveness.

Her breath caught in her throat as he suddenly turned her over and began to assault her sensitive areas with his fingers and tongue. Her body trembled beneath his onslaught, every nerve ending screaming for release as she felt him stretch and fill her in ways she had never imagined possible. His expert touch sent shudders of pleasure coursing through her, leaving her helpless to resist the temptation to beg for more. But even as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, she couldn't help but wonder if this was truly what he wanted from her... or if it was just another means of punishing herself for giving in to their desires earlier.

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over her, each one stronger than the last. She fought against the voice inside her head that told her this was wrong, tried to ignore the pain she could feel in her chest from denying herself true happiness for so long. All that mattered in this moment was the sensation of being touched, of feeling wanted and desired... even if it was at the cost of everything else she held dear.

As her orgasm finally crested and broke over her, she let out a loud, shuddering moan that echoed through the empty church. Her body arched backwards as far as it could go, offering him unfettered access to every inch of her most intimate places. She couldn't believe how good this felt... but even as she basked in the afterglow of pleasure, she knew that there was no going back from what they had done today. Their lives would forever be changed by their choices... and only time would tell if it was for better or for worse.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt his touch penetrating every part of her most intimate places. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming, leaving her unable to think about anything except the pleasure coursing through her veins. His words only served to further inflame her passions; they made it feel as though their actions were somehow sacred, a ritual unto themselves.

As he continued to explore and caress her most sensitive spots with expert precision, she threw her head back in ecstasy, giving herself up fully to the sensations. Her body arched off the floor, offering him deeper access still as he took what he wanted without reservation or mercy. The feel of his fingers curling against her G-spot sent shockwaves of pleasure through her core, leaving her helpless and panting for more.

Her mind was awhirl with conflicting emotions: guilt at betraying her vows, desire to experience the fullness of this unholy union, and an aching need for release that only he seemed capable of providing. In spite of it all, she couldn't help but feel a strange sort of peace in knowing that she was sharing these moments with him, even if it meant risking everything else she held dear.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she felt him ask for this final connection between them. It was a forbidden act, one that would surely bring about the end of everything she had ever known and held dear. And yet... there was something so compelling about giving herself to him completely, allowing their two souls to merge in this unholy union. Her body trembled with anticipation as she murmured huskily: "Please..."

She felt a rush of warmth spread through her core as he pressed the head of his cock against her opening, slowly pushing past her resistance and into her depths. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; it felt almost wrong in its intensity, yet somehow so right at the same time. With every thrust, their bodies collided in a dance of desire that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them both.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back off the floor, needing something solid to ground herself against the overwhelming sensations assaulting her senses. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her steady and guiding him deeper still. Her head spun with lust and passion, each thrust bringing her closer to oblivion... but somehow, there was still room for something more.

She looked up into his eyes as their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, the desperation and hunger she saw there mirroring her own feelings exactly. With a gasp that tore from her throat, she tightened around him, feeling the familiar pressure building deep within her once again. "OH!" She cried out, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I'm going to..."

Her words trailed off into a moan as her orgasm crashed over her like a

Her body trembled violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her hips bucked upward desperately, seeking deeper contact with him, demanding more release. She could feel the tension building inside herself, tightening around him like a vice grip, as he thrust into her one final time and released his seed deep within her body.

Her vision blurred and her world narrowed to nothing but their entwined forms and the ecstasy coursing through her veins. Her voice was hoarse from screaming out her pleasure, and she felt spent, drained of every ounce of energy as their movements slowly began to slow and finally stilled.

Her head lolled back against his chest, feeling his warm breath fanning across her cheek, while her body sank bonelessly onto the cool floor. For a long moment, there was only silence, save for their ragged breathing. Then, as if from far away, she heard the words he whispered into her ear: "Let me open your womb and fill you with my seed."

With a shuddering breath, she tried to find the strength within herself to push him away. The last thing she wanted was for this to continue further than it already had. But as he spoke those words, something inside her snapped, and she found herself giving in once more. Maybe it was because she knew that it was wrong, that it went against everything she believed in. Or maybe it was simply the overwhelming pleasure that his touch brought her. Either way, she couldn't seem to resist him any longer. "No... we can't..." She gasped as he suckled at her breast, a moan escaping her lips despite herself. "It isn't right." Her hips began to move on their own accord, seeking his touch even as she tried desperately not to want it. "But I need you," he whispered into her ear, the words hot and sultry against her skin. "Jayyyessus calls me to you." His fingers traced shapes across her belly, delving lower until they brushed against her still-slick folds. With a swift motion, he parted her, revealing her wetness to him once more. She whimpered as his touch sent shivers of desire through her core. "Please," she begged, "stop..." But it was too late. There was no stopping the inevitable now. As his fingers pressed deeper inside her, she arched her back and cried out, her body already on the brink of giving in to another orgasm. She knew that if he didn't stop soon, she wouldn't be able to resist anymore... and then what would happen? The thought terrified her, but at the same time, it filled her with a perverse sort of excitement.