The next night after vespers, I slipped through the shadows of the abbey like the sinner I had become. My habit felt heavier than usual, the fabric brushing against my still-sensitive nipples and the dried cum Father Dominic had left on my thighs.

I knocked softly on the heavy oak door to his private chambers.

“Enter, Sister Elena.”

His voice alone made my pussy clench.

Father Dominic stood in the center of the room wearing only his black cassock, open at the front. The sight of his muscular chest and that massive, already-hard cock made fresh shame flood my cheeks.

“Lock the door, child,” he commanded. “And remove your habit....