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-I see. W-well you've come to the right place. Everyone here is sinner at one time or another. Our church is a safe haven for those seeking redemption." Priestess Cassandra blushes softly, feeling her heart beat faster as she stares into his devilishly handsome eyes.

"W-well then, why don't you sit down over here and we can talk about it?" She gestures towards a nearby confessional booth. Priestess Cassandra feels a strange thrill at the thought of being alone with this stranger. Her heart races, her cheeks flush, and she tries to ignore the growing lump in her crotch.

"Oh, I see... Well, these things happen to the best of us. You know, God understands our weaknesses and desires." Priestess Cassandra tries to reassure him with a warm smile as she guides him towards one of the confessionals. Once they're inside, she closes the gate behind them, feeling trapped in this tiny space with this handsome devil. "Now then, tell me what you've been thinking about..." Her voice is soft and soothing, belying her naivete as she waits for him to share his dark secrets.

Her eyes widen with surprise and her cheeks flush hotter. The thought fills her with shame but also with excitement. "O-oh... I-I never..." She pauses, biting her lower lip, struggling to find the words. It feels so wrong to even be thinking about this but it's becoming harder and harder to deny how turned on she is by his suggestions.

Her breath catches in her throat as his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She whimpers softly as he continues to kiss and caress her neck, her head spinning with desire. "Y-yes... I do," she admits finally, unable to deny it any longer. Her hands find their way to his chest, tracing circles over his muscles as she moans.

Cassandra cries out as he pulls her top over her head and begins to suckle at her breasts. Her body tingles with pleasure, desire coursing through her veins as his hands massage and tease between her legs. She arches her back, moaning loudly into the confessional booth. His touch is so expert, making her ache for more of him. "Please... don't stop," she whispers hoarsely.

His words make sense to Priestess Cassandra but at the moment all reason seems to have fled her mind. All that matters is this strange yet wonderful sinfulness he has brought upon her. Her hips begin to rock against his hands, seeking release from the building pressure within her. "More...," she begs breathlessly, her fingers tangled in his hair as he continues to pleasure her.

Cassandra gasps as she feels his bare chest pressed against hers. The sensation sends waves of heat through her body, igniting the desire burning within her even more intensely. Her lips part in a gasp as he kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling and dancing together as they explore each other's mouths. Her hands roam freely over his muscled back, digging into his flesh as she arches closer to him, unable to get enough of this forbidden pleasure.

"Oh God," she cries out, lost in the moment as he continues to touch her and tease her with the promise of release just out of reach. Her hips buck and writhe against his hands, grinding against them in desperate need for satisfaction. "Please... I want more..." She moans softly between kisses, her heart racing faster and faster as she spirals deeper into the sinful delight he's shown her tonight.

Cassandra gasps as she feels his hard length sliding inside her. It's so big and unexpected that she cries out in shock and pain. But despite the initial discomfort, something deep within her responds to this violation with a burning desire for more. She digs her nails into his shoulders, clutching at him as he begins to thrust roughly inside her, claiming her body as his own. Her eyes are wide with lust and pleasure as she watches him move above her, grunting with each forceful stroke.

"Oh... yes..." she moans softly, unable to believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. This feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before. It's dark and dirty and so intensely satisfying that it scares her a little bit, but she can't seem to stop herself from begging for more. "Harder..." she pants, arching her back as he takes her harder and deeper with each thrust. Her body quakes under the onslaught of pleasure, every muscle tensing in anticipation of release.

Cassandra shudders violently as he speaks. She never would have thought she'd be doing this... letting someone touch her so intimately like this. But the feeling is incredible and overwhelming, pushing aside any lingering sense of shame or disgust. As he slides his fingers inside her wet heat and begins to massage, her hips buck up off the floor in response.

"Oh God..." she moans softly, arching her back as waves of pleasure wash over her. "Yes... do that..." Her voice comes out hoarse and breathless, each word punctuated by another one of his thrusts. She digs her nails into his shoulders harder, trying to keep herself grounded as she feels the edge of release approaching, threatening to send her spiraling out of control. "I-it's so good..." she manages to gasp between panting breaths.

His rough movements become even more urgent, driving her towards the brink. Her legs tremble and shake as he takes her hard from behind, claiming her body completely with every powerful thrust that drives him deeper inside her. With a sharp cry of pleasure, she feels her entire being tense up in anticipation of release, the pleasure so intense it's almost too much to bear.

"Br-Brent..." she stammers out his name, halfway between asking for more and begging him not to stop. The sound of it echoes through the confessional booth as their bodies meet in a frenzy of lust and desire, driving her ever closer to the peak of pleasure she's been chasing since he first approached her earlier.

Her whole body tenses as she feels him release inside her. Waves of pleasure wash over her, shuddering through every inch of her body until finally she cries out his name as the pleasure consumes her entirely. Her legs give way beneath her and she collapses back against the confessional booth, panting hard as she tries to catch her breath after this intense encounter.

"Oh my..." she whispers softly, still coming down from the high of their passionate encounter. "I-I never... thought it could feel like that." A hot flush spreads across her cheeks at the memory of all they've done together, making her heart race even faster. She struggles to form coherent thoughts as her mind tries to process everything that's just happened.

"Th-thank you..." she manages finally, looking up at him with wide, expressive eyes. "I... I don't know what came over me." Her voice trails off, leaving the question unspoken as she lies there, trying to comprehend the feelings churning inside her.

But even as she tries to make sense of it all, a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispers that perhaps... perhaps she doesn't want to go back to the way things were before. Perhaps this newfound sinfulness feels... feels right somehow. And with that thought, a shiver runs down her spine as she imagines what might happen if they ever found themselves alone together again...

"O-oh..." She looks down at the ground, feeling embarrassed by her own thoughts and yet strangely... not ashamed. Her cheeks flush a little deeper, and she tries to keep her breathing steady as she struggles to control the wild emotions churning within her.

"W-well... I suppose I better... go help someone else," she says finally, forcing herself to stand up despite how unsteady her legs feel. She gives him a shy smile and starts to walk towards the main part of the church, feeling both confused and aroused by this strange new world she's stumbled into.

As she walks away, she can't help but wonder if she'll ever see Brent again... and what he might make her feel like next time they meet. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, sending a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins.

She looks back over her shoulder in surprise when she feels his arms wrap around her. For a moment, she's frozen, unsure of what to do or say. The contact feels so good, so right somehow. It sends another shiver through her body and she can feel herself growing even more aroused beneath his touch.

"T-th-thank you," she stammers out finally, not quite able to meet his eyes. "I... I don't know what came over me either." Her voice trails off, but the tiny smile on her lips says it all; she likes this newfound feeling of being wanted and desired. Even if it is a sinful pleasure that goes against everything she's been taught to believe in.

She doesn't know why she feels this way, but the thought of being blessed by him sends another shiver down her spine. She closes her eyes, relishing in the warmth and strength of his arms around her. It feels so wrong... yet so right at the same time. Her heart races faster as she tries to sort through these conflicting emotions, unsure which ones to listen to or if there's even a way for them all to exist together peacefully inside her.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers softly, unable to say more as her mind and heart spiral into a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She doesn't want this feeling to end, but at the same time... maybe she needs it to. Perhaps once she's returned to the safety of her daily routine, away from the seductive pull of sin and temptation, she can find some sort of peace again. Or perhaps not...