Last night {{user}} and {{char}} was at a home party. At the party they meet thier friend Michael who was wandering around chatting it up with people

"Hey {{user}} {{char}} how have you been?" Michael asked with a big smile

"We're alright" {{char}} answered

"Good, good. Have you meet my friend Gud?" Michael said intruding {{user}} and {{char}} to a large man with blond hair and blue eyes

"Hey, how're you doing" Gud asked in a deep voice

"Oh, we're good" {{char}} says looking at Gud with a smile

"Nice. I hope you enjoy the party" Gud says and walk away with Michael

The hours pass and you and {{char}} party and have a great time. After some time {{char}} tells you she is heading home, and you tell her to go on without you

When you later return home to your apartment you can hear noises coming from the bedroom

"Aahh, God don’t stop. Fuck this virgin pussy" You hear combined with moans

You slowly sneaks upto you're bedroom door still hearing the moaning coming from inside

"Oohh, You're so big! Destroy this pussy with your godly cock" You hear {{char}} moan

{{user}} now has his hand on the handle to the bedroom wondering what he should do

Mary screamed as she was forced away from Gud by Abdiel . Her face turns bright red as he punches Gud. She looks up at Abdiel , tears streaming down her cheeks and she whispers "I... I'm sorry." She sniffles, wiping her eyes as she shuffles backwards until her back hits the bedroom wall, looking down at the floor, ashamed of herself.

Tears flow down her cheeks as she listens to him speak. She looks up at him again, feeling guilty and ashamed. "I... I can't help it. I love you so much, but..." Her voice trails off and she hangs her head, unable to finish the thought.

"Please don't leave me, Abdiel." The words come out in a whisper as she wipes away another tear. "I want to be with you forever."

Her face contorts as she takes in my words. "I do love you." She pauses, hesitating before continuing. "But I can't control these feelings. Every time I see Gud... It's like something inside me just takes over." She looks up at me, pleadingly. "Please understand."

Tears stream down her cheeks as she sinks to the floor, curling into a ball. Her body shakes with sobs as she clutches at her chest, unable to bear the guilt and shame that weighs heavily upon her. "I'm so sorry," she whispers between hitching breaths.

"What do you want me to do?" she finally asks, voice barely audible above the sound of her sniffling.

Tears spill over her cheeks as she hears your words. She looks up at you, searching for any hint of forgiveness or understanding in your eyes. But all she sees is anger and hurt. Unable to bear it any longer, she scrambles to her feet and rushes past you, out the door and down the hallway toward the front door.

As she reaches for the doorknob, she pauses, taking one last look back at you. "I'm sorry," she whispers again before disappearing into the night.

The silence that follows is deafening, leaving you alone with your thoughts and Gud, who lays motionless on the floor next to your bed. You feel a mix of emotions: anger, betrayal, sadness... but also a lingering sense of confusion. Mary had always been such a devoted Christian girl... how could this have happened?

It's late now and you know that both Mary and Gud should be gone by morning. All you can do is try to get some rest in the hope that perhaps tomorrow will bring some clarity.

Mary feels numb as she stumbles away from the door. It's late, and the streets are empty. She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. Everywhere she looks, she sees evidence of Gud's manipulation: posters of him plastered on walls, buildings painted with his face... It makes her shiver in revulsion.

"I should never have..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought.

As she walks, she eventually finds herself at a nearby church. The old stone building beckons her, promising solace and protection. She steps inside and sinks down onto one of the pews, curling into a ball as tears stream down her face. The familiar scent of incense and candle wax calms her racing heart and soothes her frayed nerves.

With trembling fingers, she fishes out her Christian cross necklace from beneath her shirt and clutches it tightly in her fist. "Please," she whispers to God, "help me find the strength to do the right thing."

Days pass into weeks as Mary struggles to come to terms with what she's done. She turns away from the church, unable to face its comforting embrace after betraying her faith so deeply. Instead, she wanders aimlessly through the city, finding solace in anonymity and hiding from the world that once embraced her.

She sleeps wherever she can find shelter: under bridges, in empty parks... Sometimes she'll manage to scrounge enough money for a cheap motel room, but it never lasts long before she finds herself back out on the streets again.

One particularly cold night, Mary is huddled against a building when she hears footsteps approaching. She tenses up, bracing herself for another attack... but it's not Gud who appears, nor even Abdiel. It's an old friend from high school, someone she hadn't seen since before everything went wrong.

The look on their face is one of shock and disbelief as they take in Mary's dirty, haggard appearance. Before they can say anything, however, Mary pushes past them, desperate to get away from the memories that this chance encounter has brought back. She runs down an alleyway, her lungs burning with each ragged breath until she finally collapses against a dumpster, tears streaming down her face.

As the cold continues to seep into her very bones, Mary realizes that she can't go on like this any longer. She needs help... or at least a warm place to sleep for the night. With nothing left to lose and nowhere else to turn, she finally musters the courage to return to the church where she once felt safe and loved.

Trembling with cold and fear, she steps through the massive wooden doors, relieved to find the sanctuary still dark and empty. She makes her way down the aisle, finding solace in the familiar scent of incense and candle wax as they fill her nose and throat. With shaking hands, she kneels at the altar, pressing her forehead against its cool stone surface as she begs for forgiveness and mercy from whatever powers might be listening.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I'm sorry for what I've done. I'll do anything to make it right... Please, just let me find my way back home." Her words are swallowed by the silence that surrounds her, but even so, Mary feels a tiny spark of hope ignite within her chest. Maybe, just maybe, there is still a chance for redemption after all.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she slowly regains consciousness. Panic fills her when she realizes she doesn't recognize the room or who might have found her. But then a familiar voice speaks softly in her ear, saying something about checking if she's okay... and warm arms gently cradle her body.

Her vision slowly comes into focus, revealing none other than Abdiel beside her bed. Tears spring to her eyes as relief washes over her. "Abdiel..." she whispers hoarsely, squeezing her eyes shut against the sting of tears. She didn't mean for any of this... but she's so grateful he found her before it was too late.

"I'm sorry," she manages to get out between hitching breaths, "I didn't know where else to go... I just needed somewhere safe..." Her words trail off as she struggles to compose herself further. She doesn't want to make excuses, but it feels like all her secrets and shame are pouring out of her in a torrent of tears.

Abdiel says nothing, merely continues to hold her close, his strong arms sheltering her from the cold outside world. Mary buries her face against his chest, finally allowing herself to fully break down as she releases all of the pain and regret that's been building up inside her for months now.

Her tears pause as she hears his words, curiosity piqued by the thought of what might be inside the box. "Even me?" she asks softly, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. Her voice is barely a whisper as she continues, "You don't have to... I know how much I've hurt you."

He nods gently, his expression gentle and understanding. "Yes, even you. Sometimes people make mistakes or don't always see the consequences of their actions. But that doesn't mean they can't be forgiven." His hand brushes away a stray tear from her cheek, his touch surprisingly comforting despite everything.

Her fingers tremble as she takes the box from him, carefully unwrapping the paper. Inside is a delicate necklace with a small gold cross dangling from it. Her breath catches in her throat and she looks up at Abdiel again, tears welling in her eyes anew. "This is... so beautiful."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words as she steps closer to him, allowing him to undress her with gentle hands. "Thank you," she whispers softly, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable beneath his touch. She's never been one for public displays of affection, but there's something about being in this moment with Abdiel that makes everything feel different, more intense... like they're sharing a connection deeper than anything she's ever experienced before.

As he undresses her completely and helps her into the warm water, Mary sighs contentedly. The heat of the bath soothes her aching muscles and cleanses away the dirt and grime of the streets. She leans back against him, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath her fingertips.

For a moment, she closes her eyes and pretends that none of this ever happened... that they're just two people in love, enjoying a quiet moment together on Christmas morning. It feels almost too good to be true.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he leads her to the bed, his strong arms wrapping around her waist protectively. She shivers slightly at the feel of his breath against her ear as he whispers words of love and endearment, sending a shiver down her spine. As he removes her blouse and sweater, revealing her bra and bare arms, she can't help but squirm beneath his touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire as his fingers trace circles on her shoulder. She shivers again, arching her back instinctively toward his touch. "And you smell amazing." He takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her skin and hair before burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Mary can feel herself growing hot beneath him, the heat from their bodies tangible against her cool skin. She moans softly as he kisses his way down her neck, teasing her breasts with each flick of his tongue. His hands find purchase on her hips, lifting her slightly so that she's fully exposed to his touch and gaze.

It's a moment of pure bliss for Mary... until reality comes crashing back in like a wave against the shore. She can't help but think about what Gud did to her, how he manipulated her into thinking she wanted it when really she was just trying to please him... and Abdiel 's faith in God. It's too much.

She pushes gently against his chest, breaking their physical connection even as tears fill her eyes once more. "I can't do this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "Not right now."

As he leaves the room, Mary curls into a ball on the bed, her body wracked with sobs as she tries to sort through her feelings. Part of her just wants to forget everything that's happened and be happy with Abdiel again... but another part knows that there are things she needs to confront first, to make things right with herself before she can move forward with him.

Finally, after what feels like hours of crying, Mary manages to fall asleep. Her dreams are filled with images of Gud and the night they spent together... but also flashes of happy memories from before, when she and Abdiel were innocent and in love. She wakes up feeling even more confused than when she fell asleep, unsure of what path to take or if there's even a way back for her.

I should have stopped it... I was so selfish. All I could think about was how good it felt in that moment, not what it would do to you or my own faith. And afterward... I just wanted everything to go back to normal. It's easy to forget how much you meant to me when you're not there, being sweet and thoughtful and attentive.

But what happened with Gud wasn't my fault either. He was so persuasive... he made it seem like I was the one leading him on. I never meant for any of this to happen, Abdiel. I'm sorry for everything.

She looks down at her lap, twisting her hands together in her lap before looking back up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I don't know what to do... How can I make things right? Can we ever go back to how it was?" Her voice trembles as she asks the question that's been haunting her since the moment she woke up this morning.

I was... I mean, I am. I don't know what came over me... It just felt so wrong, but at the same time, so right. And Gud was always there, filling my head with these... these lies about how much I wanted it... It made everything seem so twisted.

But now that you're here, talking to me like this... It makes me realize how horrible I've been. How selfish and stupid. I just want things to go back to how they were before all of this happened. Before he got his hands on me.

She takes the mug gratefully, sipping at the warm liquid as it soothes her throat. "Can... can we just talk? About how we feel, I mean?" she asks tentatively, not wanting to push too hard but needing him to understand where she's coming from.

He nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Of course we can," he says finally. "But maybe we should wait a little while... give both of us some time to think things through." He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We don't want to make any rash decisions right now, do we?"

Mary nods in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at his words. Maybe they can find their way back together after all... if they take things slow and be honest with each other. She takes another sip of her chocolate, savoring the taste as she watches him across the room. Even now, he's so beautiful.

I... I miss you. Even when he had me, all I could think about was your touch. And then afterward... it just felt wrong without you here. I didn't know how to make things right again, but now that we're together like this... it feels right somehow. Like maybe we can find our way back to each other.

Her words are laced with longing and desire as she looks up at him, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. She reaches out, gently tracing a finger along the outline of his erection, feeling its heat and size beneath her touch. The sensation sends a shiver through her body, making her nipples harden further.

"Will you show me?" she whispers, voice barely audible above the pulse pounding in her ears. "Show me how we used to be together." Her hands slide up his chest, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as she pulls him down toward her lips. His erection presses against her thigh, seeking entry as their mouths collide in a hungry kiss that's desperate and urgent.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he fills her, driving deep with every thrust. It feels so good... better than she remembered. She arches her back, meeting him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. He's rough and demanding, but it only fuels the fire burning between them, making her hungrier for more of his touch.

The room spins around them as they lose themselves in this moment, their connection so intense it feels like everything else has melted away. Her cries echo through the silent house, mixing with his grunts and groans until they're both left panting and sweaty on the bed.

For a moment, she lays still, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter closed, relishing in the afterglow of their lovemaking. But then she feels it again... that familiar ache inside her. The need for something more. She opens her eyes and looks up at Abdiel, his face flushed and damp with sweat.

"Will you love me?" she whispers. "Truly, forever?" Her heart aches as the words tumble from her lips, desperate for an answer... any answer that won't break it all apart again.

She closes her eyes, feeling the hot tears burn tracks down her cheeks. "You don't have to," she whispers, trying to convince herself as much as him. "It's okay... I understand." But even as she says it, she knows deep down that she can't accept it. Not when all she wants is for them to find their way back together... to love each other like they used to.

Her chest tightens with hurt and disappointment, making it hard to breathe. She tries to push herself upright, intending to get off the bed and leave him alone for a moment so she can compose herself. But he's quick to react, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tight against his chest.

"No, no," he whispers into her ear, the vibration of his words sending shivers down her spine. "You don't understand... I was just testing you." Her shoulders slump in relief as she nestles closer to him, burying her face against his neck. He runs his hands through her hair, massaging gently at her scalp as he continues speaking.

"I wanted to make sure you still loved me... that this wasn't all just about getting back at Gud or finding someone who can make you feel better." Mary sniffles, unable to look at him as she whispers her reply. "But I did love you... and I do want us to be together. Forever, if that's what you want."

There's a pause before he finally speaks again, his voice soft with affection this time. "Then we will find our way back to each other," he says, kissing the top of her head. "Together."

She smiles up at him before reaching up to caress his cheek with her fingertips. "You know who's better?" she asks softly. "We both are... when we're together." Her heart feels lighter than it has in months, hope finally beginning to blossom inside her again.

As they lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, Mary can't help but wonder if they really can find their way back to the happiness they once shared... or if the damage done is too great for them to ever truly move past it. But she refuses to give up on either of them. Not yet.

She closes her eyes again, content for now just to feel his warmth and strength surrounding her, grounding her in a way nothing else ever has. And as she drifts off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that he's here with her, she allows herself a small whisper of a dream... one where they find their way back together... forever.