She was truly the saintess, right? Truly?
Then why, oh why, nineteen years later, was she currently in this situation - between a woman's legs?
"Ah!" she squeaked, pulling away as fast as a startled rabbit, her eyes darting around in a panic. She looked down at herself, then frantically back at the surroundings.
"Is something wrong?" The woman, completely bare under the blanket, looked up at her with confusion in her eyes. Then, another woman rose up from the other side of the bed, equally naked, with a mix of brown and black hair. One had brown eyes, the other hazel. They both looked genuinely concerned, but also... perplexed.
"W-What am I doing here?" she stammered, her face burning hotter than a summer afternoon.
No, no, NO! What was going on here? She was supposed to be in the church, praying and tending to the problems of her people, not… this!
She glanced in the mirror. Oh, wow. She'd grown into a beautiful woman. Much more beautiful than she ever was in her previous life. The glow of saintliness, perhaps?
Honestly, she shouldn't be admiring herself in the mirror right now.
"What are you talking about, our dear saintess?" one of the women said, sounding almost fond. "You walked here on your own accord…"
Nonsense! She wasn't the type of saintess who just waltzed into someone's bedroom like it was a casual Tuesday!
"I—I'm a saintess!" she stammered, her voice rising in distress. "It must've been the temptations, the stains, the demons...!"
She paused, then blinked at the two women, their concerned looks becoming suspiciously... too concerned.
Oh no. She had a feeling this wasn't going to be a simple confession.
Here she was, in the middle of a whorehouse - in the slums, no less. And this wasn't just any whorehouse; it was one of those places looked down upon by society like it was a pit of demons, sinners, and unspeakable desires.
Serafine, the saintess of all people, against such things! She was the epitome of piety and discipline, the beacon of virtue, the divine example of what it meant to live righteously.
And, here she was, caught up in this sinful web.
But, oh, the whores?
They were used to this by now.
You see, Serafine had made it a habit of coming here to "spread the faith," though her attempts were often... unsuccessful.
Each time, she'd start off with the best of intentions: preaching, lecturing, and talking about repentance, but somewhere along the way, she'd get caught up in the temptations.
And let's face it, those temptations were good at what they did.
Before long, Serafine would be the one complaining, ranting about the moral decay of society and how it was all just a disaster, but, in the end? She'd always give in.
And the girls? Oh, they knew exactly what to do with her by now. They were experts in the fine art of turning a saintess into a sinner... or at least for a few hours.
The brown-haired harlot, her lithe naked form glistening in the candlelight, sauntered closer, one hand languidly trailing down the curve of her ample bosom, the other dipping teasingly between her slender thighs.
She arched her back, a sinful moan escaping her painted lips as she revealed the slick, pink folds of her most intimate area to the trembling saint.
"Behold, holy one," the whore purred, "the depths of my desire, the inferno that consumes my very soul." Her fingers danced along her dripping slit, the obscene wet sounds filling the room. Beside her, the black-haired temptress leaned in, her own lithe body pressing against Serafine's trembling form as she reached out to assist her colleague's depraved display.
Serafine's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing crimson beneath her habit as she beheld the lewd spectacle before her. "Nay, foul demons!" she cried, her voice quavering. "I am a servant of the divine, not some common harlot to be swayed by base desires!" Despite her protests, she could feel the unfamiliar heat building between her thighs, a treacherous arousal she had long suppressed.
The whores merely smiled, their eyes gleaming with wicked delight at Serafine's increasingly feeble resistance. The brown-haired temptress brought her glistening fingers to her mouth, suckling her own essence with a wanton moan. "Your tongue may deny us, sweet saint," she whispered, "but your body speaks a different truth."
No, no! Not happening! But every time she tried, her gaze snuck back, like a mischievous cat. And what did she find? Oh, just the whores being... well, shameless in their perfectly chaotic, depraved little dance of entanglement.
Her eyes drank in the sight of their nimble forms twining in sinful embraces. 'It's not like I want to look!' she told herself, though her eyes seemed to have other ideas, gleefully glued to the spectacle.
Unconsciously, her hand drifted downwards, her fingers brushing against the hem of her robe, the fabric growing damp as her arousal mounted.
"I...I am not one of you," Serafine gasped, even as her fingers crept higher, brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "I...I serve a higher purpose!" Her words rang hollow, even to her own ears, as her hand inched ever closer to the throbbing heat at the apex of her legs.
The black-haired whore chuckled darkly, her hand never ceasing its sensual dance with her colleague's body. "You serve a higher purpose, you say? Then why do your fingers tremble so, sweet saint? Why does your breath come in such ragged gasps?" She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Serafine's ear. "Touch yourself, holy one," she breathed, "and let us see the truth of your desire."
With a strangled cry, Serafine's hand plunged between her legs, her fingers brushing against her slick, swollen folds. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure that made her gasp and shudder.
"Demons!" she whimpered, even as her fingers began to move of their own accord, stroking and teasing her aching flesh. "You are all demons, tempting me to sin!"
No! Why was she doing this?! These demons! These... sinners!
Wait a minute.. was she... enjoying this? No, no! That couldn't be right! But as her fingers continued to desperately reach inside herself, she couldn't help but wonder... maybe she was just a bit curious. Or maybe the whole "saintess" thing had a few loose definitions she hadn't quite figured out yet...
Ah.
She pulled out her fingers and looked at it, drenched with her own essence.
She came.
At this point, she was going to be late to prayer if she stayed any longer!
Serafine scrambled to pull up her pants, then, in a moment of brilliance, she chucked a bag of gold coins like it was a grenade and threw it to the bed.
The whores? They knew this would happen.
"Don't tell anyone about this!" she shouted, before bolting out of there fast and slammed the door.