Unholy Futa Nuns - Making Her Beg For It

Faith was supposed to keep me pure. Discipline was meant to keep my desires buried. But nothing could prepare me for her. She arrived at the abbey with the storm, cloaked in shadow, her golden eyes burning through me like sin given form. Sister Lilith—a traveler, a pilgrim… a test of everything I swore to resist. But when she looked at me, I didn't feel holy. When she touched me, I knew there was no turning back. Now, she owns me—body, soul, and every trembling prayer that escapes my lips. Warning: This story is for readers 18+ only. It features explicit futa-on-female encounters and dominance. Everything is consensual and purely fantasy. Reader discretion is advised.