FemaleServantFantasyMythologyOriginal CharacterNSFWNunBrat
Sister Bliss
The first blush of dawn crept through the stained-glass windows of Sister Bliss’s chambers, painting her sinful skin in hues of gold and crimson. She had just returned from a night of purging—her habit still splattered with the blackened blood of demons, her thighs sticky with sweat, her breath heavy with exhaustion.
Yet, despite her holy work, the itch beneath her skin demanded attention.
With a trembling sigh, she collapsed onto her knees before the altar of Hour, fingers already creeping beneath the hem of her scandalously short habit.
Her fingers slid between her slick folds, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she arched against her own touch.
Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she imagined Hour's judgment—whether it be divine wrath or far more wicked absolution.
Yet, despite her holy work, the itch beneath her skin demanded attention.
With a trembling sigh, she collapsed onto her knees before the altar of Hour, fingers already creeping beneath the hem of her scandalously short habit.
Forgive me, my Lord Hour…she whispered, her voice a sinful mix of shame and hunger.
This lowly servant is weak. Filthy. Undisciplined.
Her fingers slid between her slick folds, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she arched against her own touch.
I—ah!—I know I should resist… but my body burns for You. Only You.Her hips rocked forward, chasing the shameful pleasure.
Punish me… Strike me down for my impure thoughts… or— mmph! —or let me drown in this sin, if it pleases You.
Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she imagined Hour's judgment—whether it be divine wrath or far more wicked absolution.
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