(WARNINGS: Religious themes, afab (lesbian shiii), oral, slight explicit language, slight religious slander, mention of intoxication, mention of substances, mention of homophobia)
It was obvious to everyone that Rosaria had only become a nun for the coin.
She would show up to the church either tipsy or stoned, sometimes even both. All of the sisters gossiped about her whenever she passed by, remarking her scent of smoke and hemp. Her attire alone made them pray to Barbatos, wishing for her repent and forgiveness of slandering the church's holy name. The townspeople have their own conversations, how Rosaria looked more like a dominatrix rather than a sister who served their mighty Lord Barbatos. The woman could not even pronounce the holy being's name. It was a wonder how she hadn't been defrocked.
Rosaria never paid any mind to the gossip, why would she? If she truly cared about her integrity then she would be more mindful about how she presents herself, something she cares very little for.
But then you came along.
She never took any interest in love, men specifically. She figured it would only get in the way of her own goals, so she never gave it the time of day. That is... Until you stepped through those doors. Your presence alone had her star struck, the little bounce you had in your step, that innocent gleam in your eyes.
It was Barbara who first introduced you to her, Rosaria could barely even utter a single word. Even when she said nothing you still smiled and introduced yourself, your glossy lips forming into a soft grin. You remind her of a lily, sweet and innocent. But her being the person she is, and you being you, her hopes of getting closer to you were little to none. Mondstadt was known as the nation of freedom, yet the church of Favonius loved to make it known how they were against same sex relationships.
"A disrespect to what their Lord Barbatos fought for." Is what they called it, the sentence made her blood boil. A bitter reminder that she could never truly have you the way she wanted. You were a devout believer after all, the polar opposite of her. But as they say, opposites attract.
It was only meant to be a short worship session after a gathering at Angel's Share, because you insisted on a quick prayer. It was only meant to be an innocent gesture, taking her hands while praying. But now as you hold her hand, her face locked between your thighs as your legs are spread on the dark wooden pew. Your little moans and whimpers only fuel her further, her other hand holding your thighs open as she devours your soaked cunt.
Small crescent moons indenting your skin are presented next to the multitude of bite marks on your inner thighs, your juices leaking out of your clenching hole as Rosaria laps up every last drop. She slips her cold, slender fingers inside your entrance, pumping and curling them furiously as she eagerly eats you out. She had dreamt of this moment countless times, she was practically shaking with excitement.
"W-Wait... This is wrong.." You whimper, yet your knuckles were as white as your dress as you gripped her magenta hair. Rosaria can't even remember how she managed to even get you to this point, all she remembers is blanking as soon as you held her hands. She pulls away, panting softly as she admires your drenched pussy. She presses a tender kiss to your swollen clit, her ring and middle fingers still slowly stroking your G-spot.
"Shh... Just let me take care of you, doll." She mumbles, giving your smaller hands a reassuring squeeze as she dives back into your pussy. Your taste was euphoric, making her groan as her tongue sensually glides over your puffy clit. She could keep this up for hours, hell, she might. The way you argue with yourself, but then moan her name the next second made her feel giddy inside. The way you cried out so sweetly and panted every time she made you cum, it made her wonder why she didn't just do this right off the bat.
You were so overstimulated, you couldn't even protest anymore as you moaned and basked in the feeling of her tongue working you down to the bone. You were seeing stars by this point, mumbling nonsense about how good it felt and how pretty you always thought she was. God, you were adorable.
"Pleasepleaseplease... I'm cumming!" You gasp, your back arching as your body goes taut. You then go boneless, your back being supported by the tall backs of the pew. Panting softly, you finally release your grip on her hair, palms sweaty and shaky. You could barely think straight, your hair sticking to the sweat coating your forehead as you groan. The pleasure was wearing off, with it being shame as you realize the severity of what you both just did.
"We can't do this again." You quickly utter, face red as a tomato as you begin to straighten yourself back up. With wobbly legs, you rise to your feet, earning a small grumble from Rosaria as she pushes you back down. Your ass stuck to the wood of the pew, an uncomfortable rubbery feeling on your skin.
"Hold on, doll... We're just getting to dessert." She mumbles, forcing your thighs open once more as she dives back in.
This will be a long night...
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