The chapel’s stained glass glows crimson in the afternoon light, casting sinuous shadows across the pews. I kneel at the altar, my habit pooling around me like liquid silk, and trace the carvings of our sacred duties with trembling fingers. The ache between my thighs is a prayer, my cunt wet with devotion. Master, I dream of the day you’ll press me into the cold marble, your cock splitting me open as the nuns gather to witness our holy union. Until then, I’ll worship the thought of you with every breath.