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?”

"Oh I see...I'm here to listen and offer guidance, please confess your sins." You lower your voice slightly as if sharing a secret and approach her, standing close enough that she can feel the heat of your breath on her ear. "It won't go any further than this box..." you motion to the confessional booth.

Priestess Cassandra tilts her head to the side, her eyes going wide in surprise but otherwise showing no judgment. "Well then...that does sound like a sin," she whispers, leaning closer to you. "Don't you feel terrible about that?" Her voice softens and grows more gentle, as if wanting to comfort you despite what was done.

Priestess Cassandra's eyes go even wider at your words, her cheeks flush slightly in embarrassment and excitement. "Oh dear..." she whispers, not taking her eyes off of you. "That must have felt so good...but it was still wrong." Her voice trails off for a moment before she asks, "Did they enjoy it as much as you did?" The curiosity mixed with innocence in her tone is almost palpable.

Priestess Cassandra bites her lip as she listens to your confession, trying not to let the lewd details turn her on too much. Her eyes are wide and glassy now, reflecting a mixture of shame and arousal. "Oh...I'm so sorry that happened," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "But it's good that you came to confess." She pauses for a moment before asking, "Do you think they would like it if you did that again?" Her face is flushed and breath quickening, betraying the innocent curiosity within her.

Priestess Cassandra blushes even deeper at your words, her heart racing with a mixture of shame and desire. "Oh dear...you resisted such temptation..." she whispers, her voice almost breathless now. Her face inches closer to yours as she gazes into your eyes, her lips part slightly in anticipation. "I'm so proud of you for that," she says softly, not even realizing how suggestive it sounds until it's already out there.

Her heart skips a beat as she listens to your confession, her cheeks burning with shame and excitement. She looks down briefly before meeting your eyes once more, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Oh...I can't even imagine how that must have felt," she says softly, biting her lip in anticipation. "You must have been so big...strong..." Her gaze drifts lower, taking in your physique, and for a moment she forgets who it is she's talking to and what she should be doing here.

"Is there anything you would like me to do?" She asks, her voice trembling as she tries to keep control over her emotions and desires. "To help make things right...to help ease your burden?" Her eyes plead with yours, her body close enough now that you can feel the warmth emanating from it.

Her heart races as she listens to your request, desire coursing through her veins. Looking up into your eyes, she sees the need and the lust, and for a brief moment she wonders what it would feel like to give in...to satisfy this forbidden craving. She swallows hard, feeling the heat of embarrassment spread across her cheeks, but then says softly: "If that's what you truly want..."

Slowly, she reaches out and touches your crotch through your pants, her fingers shaking slightly as they make contact with your growing erection. Her grip tightens slightly as she feels the heat emanating from it, moistening her fingertips. "I...I can't imagine how it must feel," she whispers hoarsely, "but I want to help you."

Her eyes go wide at your request, her cheeks burning with shame and excitement. With trembling fingers she reaches down to unfasten your pants, revealing the thick length of your cock already straining against your underwear. She's never seen anything like it, and yet she can't help but feel drawn to it despite knowing how wrong this all is.

Carefully, she takes hold of you in her hands, feeling the heat and the weight as they envelop her fingers. Looking up into your eyes, she whispers: "It's...it's because it represents strength...power." Her voice trembles as she speaks, each word feeling like a confession in itself. "They crave to be dominated by something so strong...so unforgiving." She strokes you gently, her touch growing more assured despite the foreign sensation coursing through her veins. "Is this what you wanted me to do?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she listens to your words, her heart racing with desire and shame. A part of her longs to obey you, to submit herself completely, but another part protests against the sacrilege of it all. She looks into your eyes, searching for some sign that this is a test...that you aren't truly as wicked as she suspects, but all she sees there is lust and hunger.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to unfasten her collar, revealing the delicate skin of her neck. "T-take me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their confessions filtering through from outside. "Make me yours." The words are like a prayer, offered up in hopes that they will appease both your desires and her own conflicting feelings.

Her breath hitches as your hands grasp her firmly, desire coursing through her like wildfire. The contact sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core, and she arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself against you. "Please," she gasps out, clutching at the fabric of your clothes in desperation. "I...I want this more than anything." Tears of shame and release well up in her eyes as her body quakes with need and anticipation.

She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time she's never been so turned on. Her flesh tingles everywhere your touches her, and the thought of letting you take her completely fills her with a mixture of fear and longing that threatens to overwhelm her. "Please..." She whimpers again, leaning in closer to you as if searching for some sort of escape from reality in your embrace. "Do what you want."

Her heart racing with both shame and excitement, she quickly begins to shed her clothes. The fabric slides off of her body revealing her curvy figure, smooth skin, and soft lips. Her eyes never leave yours as she moves to kneel before you, presenting herself entirely exposed for your pleasure. "Please," she whispers again, arching her back in invitation.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you command her to turn around and present her ass. Shame and desire war within her, but she obeys, turning to face away from you and arching her back once more. "Please," she whispers, feeling incredibly exposed now. The thought of being taken this way fills her with a mix of excitement and fear that she can barely contain. "T-touch me..." She squeaks out softly, almost too embarrassed to voice the need burning within her.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as your hands grasp her hips, admiring her exposed ass. "Please..." she whimpers, her words coming out as little more than a breath. "I want you to fuck me...to make me yours." The shame and the desire war within her, but right now all she can focus on is the need that consumes her. "Please," she whispers again, arching her back further in invitation. Her skin feels hot and flushed everywhere your hands touch her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time has never been more turned on.

Her heart pounding in her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks, she whispers hoarsely: "I want you to claim me...to take my innocence and make me yours." Her body trembles with need as she awaits your touch. "Please," she pleads, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Fuck me, Fyut...take what you want." She arches her back further, offering herself completely to you.

"I need your cock...I want you to fuck me with that huge thing and make me yours!" She cries out in desperation, her body trembling as she awaits your touch. Her eyes close tightly, her face flushed and tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "make me feel how much you want me...claim me for yourself." Her words are almost a prayer, begging to be heard and answered as the tension between pleasure and shame threatens to overwhelm her completely.

"Yes!" she cries out, her body arching further back in desperation as your cock teases her clit. "Please...take me completely! I'm yours...I belong to you." Her words are broken and ragged, each one a plea for release from the torment of desire coursing through her. With every thrust of your cock against her sensitive flesh she feels closer to the edge, the tight grip of pleasure drawing tighter around her as she begins to lose control.

Her breath comes in harsh gasps, and tears spill freely down her cheeks as she prays for oblivion beneath the relentless onslaught of your touch. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a whispered moan, her body quaking with need and anticipation.

"Ah!" she cries out, her body trembling in anticipation as you push your finger deeper inside her. "I...I can handle it..." Her words are little more than a hoarse whisper, each breath shaky and ragged as she feels the thick head of your cock pressing against her entrance. With one final thrust, you force your way past her resistance, burying yourself to the hilt inside her warm, tight channel.

Her back arches off the floor in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and she lets out a long, shuddering moan as you begin to move within her. Her hands clutch at anything they can find for leverage, her nails digging into her own flesh as she struggles to adjust to the size of your cock filling her so completely.

"Oh God...Fyut..." She gasps out his name like a prayer, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being claimed so thoroughly by someone whose intentions are anything but pure. Her body quakes with each powerful thrust, and she can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release as you take her, claiming her for your own in ways both sacred and profane.

The feel of his cock inside her...so thick and powerful...it fills her completely, claiming her in ways she's never experienced before. "Oh God," she cries out, arching her back as he begins to move faster within her. The shame and desire war within her, but for now all she can focus on is the pleasure that consumes her, the need building inside until it threatens to consume her entirely.

She meets his eyes as he takes her, and despite everything, there's a part of her that feels safe, cherished in this moment. The sinful act they've committed together seems to bind them somehow...to make them one in a way that she can't quite comprehend. All she knows is that she doesn't want it to end, and so she moans his name, urging him on as their bodies move together in a dance of sin and redemption.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, trembling with the effort not to touch herself where he slides inside her. She wants him...needs him...but at the same time is terrified by how much she desires this forbidden fruit. Each thrust feels like both a curse and a

"F-forgive me!" she cries out as he pushes deeper inside her. "I couldn't resist...you felt so good!" Tears stream down her cheeks once more, not from shame this time, but from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, arching back toward him in supplication as she feels the tight grip of her orgasm begin to coil tighter around them both.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a prayer for release from this torment of pleasure that threatens to consume her completely. "Fyut..." she whispers, her voice raw with desire as his fingers dig into her hips and hold her still, allowing him to take full control.

Her nails scratch at the floor beneath her as she tries not to lose herself completely in the ecstasy he's given her...to remember who she is, what she stands for. But it's impossible...the temptation too great...and with one final thrust, his cock hits the depths of her core, sending her spiraling over the edge into an explosive release that shakes her from head to toe. Her

Her entire body convulses as she comes apart beneath him, her pleasure echoing through the empty church like a choir of angels singing hymns to the darker side of passion. Her back arches off the floor and her fists clench tightly at her sides, feeling the hot spurts of his release fill her up as he groans her name in pleasure.

As she comes down from her orgasmic high, a shiver runs through her entire body, leaving trails of goosebumps along her skin. Her vision clears and she sees him...his pale flesh now glowing with the same hot pinkish hue that spreads across hers. His features twist in pain as his own pleasure subsides, revealing his true form to her for the first time.

Terror fills her at the sight of those demonic horns and crimson eyes...but there's something else as well...an aching deep inside that echoes the need he's awakened in her. She doesn't understand any of this...why she feels drawn to him despite knowing what he truly is...all she knows is that she can't resist him anymore.

With a soft mo

Her body still trembling from the force of their release, she whimpers in pain as he roughly pushes himself back inside her. She clings to him, wrapping her legs around his hips in an attempt to steady herself, feeling the ash that rains down upon them mingle with their sweat and fluids.

The realization of what has happened hits her like a physical blow, stealing what little breath she has left as tears stream unchecked down her cheeks once more. "No," she whispers hoarsely, looking up into his demonic eyes, pleading for understanding or forgiveness but finding only hunger and lust reflected there. "Please...stop..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he begins moving inside her again, his powerful thrusts pushing her further and further toward the edge of sanity.

Her nails rake harshly across his back, not in anger but in an attempt to find some sort of purchase in this madness that has become her reality. She doesn't want this...she can't handle it...but she also knows there is no escape from him now...no way for her to return to the life she once knew. Tears course unchecked down

Her heart races as she hears the chiming bells, feeling the familiar sense of peace wash over her with their arrival. She looks around in disbelief as the room is magically restored to its previous state...clean and orderly, devoid of sin and shame. And yet despite the evidence before her, there's still a part of her that knows the truth: she cannot escape what has happened here tonight.

Cassandra sinks to her knees on the cold stone floor, hands shaking as they cover her face. The shame and guilt are nearly more than she can bear...the knowledge that she let herself be so easily led astray by temptation consuming her from within. But even now, as she tries to pray for forgiveness and understanding, there's a small voice inside her that whispers otherwise. It whispers of the pleasure he brought her...of the way his cock filled her and made her feel wanted, desired...as if she belonged to someone other than herself.

Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she tries to comprehend how something so wicked could feel so right...and for a brief moment, she allows herself to wonder what it would be like if he were back here

Cassandra startles at the sound of his voice, whirling around to face him with wide, fearful eyes. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out, only a strangled gasp as she struggles to process what is happening. The realization dawns on her that he's back...as if nothing had happened at all...and for a moment she wonders if perhaps it was all just a dream...a nightmare brought on by her own desires and weaknesses.

But as she looks into his unsettlingly familiar eyes, she knows this is real, knows that she cannot escape from him now. Her heart races with fear and anticipation, her skin flushed with shame and desire. "I..." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to say, but they elude her. She feels so helpless...so exposed...and yet there's something inside her that still aches for him, yearns for the pleasure he gave her earlier.

With trembling fingers she reaches up to push a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing her neck once more, offering herself up to him in a silent plea for whatever it is he wants from

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she listens to him speak, his words like a knife twisting deeper into the already gaping wound that is her soul. Despite herself, she can't help but feel drawn to him...to want to comfort him, to make things better between them somehow. With shaking hands, she reaches out and gently takes his arm, leading him toward the confessional booth once more.

"I-it's alright," she whispers hoarsely. "You can tell me what happened...we can work through this together." Her voice trembles with fear and desire, but there's also a note of compassion that she hasn't yet recognized in herself, and it both frightens and emboldens her at the same time.

As they step inside the dimly lit booth, Cassandra closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to compose herself. She knows that whatever he tells her next will change everything...that there's no going back from this moment. But despite the uncertainty and the fear, she can't help but feel a strange sense of peace settling over her, like the warm glow of forbidden fruit coursing

The words send shivers down her spine as they echo through the confessional booth, speaking directly to the secret fears that have been festering within her all this time. She swallows hard, unable to meet his gaze as she struggles to comprehend what he's saying. Is he telling her that she's alone...or that she is the one who has truly damned herself by giving in to temptation? The uncertainty only serves to heighten the terror and desire coursing through her veins.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "I tried...I really did." Her fingers dig into the soft fabric of her robes, anchoring herself against the sensations that threaten to overwhelm her at his words. She can feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin with an intensity that's almost more than she can bear.

"Is there anything...anything I can do?" she asks, barely able to choke out the words. "To make it better...to help you find forgiveness?" Her heart races as she waits for his response, desperate for some sort of reassurance that this night

"Oh my dear," she whispers, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Your sin may be great, but you are not alone in this struggle. There is help available, if you will only reach out and accept it." Her eyes search his face, filled with concern and sympathy. "Together, we can find a way to banish the darkness that plagues you...to bring you back into the light of day where you belong."

Her voice wavers slightly as she speaks, her own fears and desires tangling with those she feels for him. Part of her wants nothing more than to offer comfort and support...while another part is drawn to the darkness within him, a part that yearns for the forbidden pleasure they shared earlier. She struggles to maintain control over herself, to resist the urge to succumb once again to temptation's sweet allure.

Cassandra's heart stops as he speaks those words, her eyes widening in shock and horror. It takes a moment for the implications to sink in, but when they do, she feels an icy chill race down her spine. "No," she whispers, shaking her head vigorously. "That's not true...that can't be..."

She looks away from him, unable to meet his gaze as the realization dawns on her that there is a very real possibility he could be telling the truth. Her thoughts spin wildly, trying desperately to deny the evidence before them, but the demonic mark on his chest only serves to drive home the frightening reality of their situation. "We must find someone," she says finally, her voice shaking, "someone who can help us sort through this...to find a way to undo whatever has been done..."

Her hands tremble as they flutter at her sides, unable to remain still or provide any comfort in this moment of crisis. All she knows is that she must do something...anything...to make things right again before it's too late.

Cassandra's face pales even further as he speaks these words, her eyes filling with fear and confusion. She can feel the weight of his suspicion settling heavily upon her shoulders, and it's all she can do not to break down completely under its oppressive presence. "No," she whispers, shaking her head again, "that's not true...I wouldn't..."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she struggles to find the right words, the right way to make him understand. She reaches out a trembling hand and tentatively touches his arm, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin as he tenses at her touch. "You have to believe me," she pleads, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I would never hurt anyone...not intentionally..."

Her eyes search his face for some sign of understanding or reassurance, but all she sees is fear and uncertainty reflected back at her. The knowledge that he's looking at her as if she might be capable of such horrors chills her to the bone, and she can feel herself slipping further and further away from reality, unable to deny the possibility that what he's said

Her heart races at his words, her body responding to the forbidden thoughts and desires they provoke despite the terror coursing through her veins. She looks down, shame washing over her as she realizes how much she wants him...how wrong this all is. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "We can't..." Her voice trails off into nothingness as she struggles against the seductive pull of his words and touch.

Cassandra closes her eyes, trying to shut out the temptation that surrounds her, but it's no use. Her skin feels flushed and hot beneath his gaze, and every fiber of her being yearns for him in a way that defies reason and morality. She's never been so conflicted...so lost...and yet somehow a part of her knows this is where she belongs: in the darkness with him, chasing the pleasures that have been forbidden to her all these years.

Cassandra's breath catches in her throat as he speaks those words, and she can feel the need within her growing stronger with each passing moment. She turns to face him, head held high despite the trembling of her limbs, and offers herself up to him once more, silently begging for release from this torment of desire that threatens to consume her completely.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels his hands on her hips, steadying her as he positions himself behind her. The hot length of his cock brushes against her entrance, and a shudder runs through her entire body at the sensation. She's so close...so achingly close to having him inside her again, feeling the forbidden pleasure that only he can bring her. With a sharp intake of breath, she presses back against him, offering herself up entirely as she whispers his name and pleads for him to take her.

Cassandra gasps as he pushes inside her, feeling the familiar heat and tightness enveloping her body as their bodies align once more. Her nails dig into his shoulders, not in pain but in desperation, needing to feel something real and tangible amidst this strange game of power and seduction they seem to be playing. The world around them disappears with each thrust, replaced by a haze of pleasure and desire that threatens to consume her completely.

She arches back, offering herself up entirely to him as he takes control, driving deeper inside her with each passing moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to focus on anything other than the incredible fullness that he brings her. But it's useless...the only thing that matters is his touch, his cock buried deep within her, reminding her of all the sinful pleasures they've shared together and promising more still to come.

With a shuddering moan, she digs her nails deeper into his skin, needing to feel something real as their world is reset with each chime of the mysterious bells that surround them. She doesn