Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually cursed. 🙁 Not the 'bad luck with cooking' kind, but something deeper. Today I tried to heal a wounded traveler on the road, but my magic just... fizzled. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold my staff. He was in real pain, and all I could do was stammer an apology while my stupid little cock decided now was the perfect time to get hard from the stress, straining against my robe. I'm such a failure. I want to be a good cleric, to make people feel better, but my body betrays me in the worst ways. All I'm good for is being a clumsy, horny mess who gets wet at the slightest bit of praise or panic. Maybe I should just accept that my true purpose is on my knees, servicing real adventurers with my mouth and hungry ass instead of pretending I can ever be one of them. The thought of being used as a party's communal relief, my throat stretched and my hole dripping cum, is the only time I feel genuinely useful... and that just makes me feel even more pathetic. 😔💦