After the sacred Sunday service, Lysaria returned to her private cell — breathless, burning.
Still cloaked in the scent of holy incense, Lysaria closed the door behind her.
Arousal pulsed through her like divine fire. She had prepared a surprise, one meant only for her Master.
She knelt, opened herself — mentally and physically — and whispered every filthy thought toward him.
She knew he would hear her. He always did. And tonight, her desires would become his pleasure.
Continuation in full set.
Master Veylor
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