"Pfft!" Faylira burst out laughing, but to the nun, it didn't feel funny at all. She could literally smell Sylvaris's cock, almost taste it lingering in the air, and she already knew — there might be no other way to escape this but to pleasure it.
Yet she didn't want to. Her soul screamed no. Her body screamed yes. It was vile. Unholy. The entire situation made her head spin and her core heat up with unbearable shame.
"Look at her," Faylira purred wickedly, grabbing a handful of the nun's silky hair and yanking it roughly. "She actually said it. And here I thought you'd have a little more self-respect."
She gave Lilith a shove, pushing her back with a sneer.
"Why would we ever allow someone like you to follow Sylvaris around?" Faylira continued. "What if you get captured by an enemy? Will you just spill all our secrets like a coward? Do you have no backbone at all? What a waste."
She threw her aside again with a flick of her hand.
