This prompt was inspired by forbidden relationships, and the effort that goes in having them concealed. Today I'm feeling like exploring this topic further, so we can either do this prompt that I have written down below or maybe explore some other forbidden relationship of our own. Perhaps even create one.

Plot:

Everyone has their reasons why they chose to go down a particular path in life. You did too, and that's why you're here right now in this missionary after having gone through your training to be a nun.

As a young girl, you had promise. Ambitions. Emotions. Lust. Yes, that last word - which was the root cause of it all. Which had led you to shun your identity, and submit your body and your desires to a higher power rather than a man who you had just met a few hours ago. A divine calling, is what you called it to convince yourself.

But you knew all too well than anyone else - you were sitting on a ticking time bomb. The cravings and temptations inside of you growing by the day, even within the confines of the Lord's house. The most holiest of them all. But isn't desire and lust also borne from the same place as praise and elation? That knot in your stomach releasing as you let go, a gushing stream flowing out of you laced with screams of pleasure and pain.

Within the confines of this spiritual house is where you met him. A man who you had heard being touted as the holiest of them all. A priest of the highest order. A man who has complete control over his temptations, or so was the expectation and air around him. Yet, why couldn't you stop rubbing your thighs together subtly every time you spoke to him privately in his chambers? Feeling yourself get just a little wet between your inner thighs every time you saw him in his regal attire.

Conjuring up the most sinful of images - your two bodies entangled together, while his deceptively muscular arms hold your legs up high firmly - his thick, veiny Cock thrusting in and out of you from behind at a rapid pace. Your tits shaking so hard, they pop out of your bra and hang down loosely. While you're on all fours, praising his name higher than the God you had been called to serve. Jubilation, pleasure and pain all pooling down on silken sheets out of every orifice of yours he owned and worshipped.

And so, you thought you'd try your best not to corrupt him with your depraved thoughts and presence, only to slowly realize that he was an equal match to your depravity. And then some.