Clara will take the risk to make fervent disciples... for a certain extent of "risk"

Drawing in a deep breath, Clara looked to Ursula once more, to confirm that the opportunity was worth the risk. The church's counselor gave her a stern nod. There was no point in coming so far- distributing the manuals, issuing the orders, and finally, coming up to the old church at night, even risking having her angel form witnessed- if she retreated now. Counselor Ursula cleared her throat once more, then spoke authoritatively. "The angel sees fit to allow your penis inside her." Behind the wall, there was the sound of high-fives slapping together, with at least one person loudly cheering.

Clara mouthed "condoms" with a worried expression.

"So long as you're wearing a condom," Ursula corrected her earlier statement, pushing up her glasses with a small frown apparent upon her face. She rubbed one thumb across her lips, feeling where her lipstick had smudged during her earlier activities, and clicked her teeth.

"So, can we see it? The angel's pussy, I mean," the talkative man spoke up. Not a one of them had any doubt that an angel existed behind that wall... what else could be producing that glorious, heavenly glow? It was all they could do to avoid trying to see through it. Then again, the fact that the hole was sort of lined with messy shots of cum dissuaded anyone from putting their face close to it now.

Clara had, of course, never taken a man's penis inside her... for that reason, rather than thinking about her status as the head of the church, or an angel with a vested interest in keeping her secrets, she was worrying about her own body. Not in terms of her confidence in it... she had never considered weaponizing it before the confession booth meeting with Broomi, but she was plenty aware of how people viewed her amorously during sermons and forums. She'd even spotted people taking home drawings of her that graced certain advertisements. "... I suppose people did have a lot of pent up frustration," she thought to herself, when she recalled those incidents. Now that the time had come to, in some ways, atone for the atmosphere of sexual repression that the church had been fostering, she found herself in fear of the task.

Still... Women took men's cocks in them all the time. Even a small girl like Broomi could do it. There was no reason for her to be concerned.

With these conflicted thoughts in her head, Clara Fauxbright grabbed hold of the sides of her panties and hesitantly pulled them down the curves of her hips, then her legs, stepping one stocking-clad foot out of each hole and then placing them neatly in a pile with her other clothing. She still wasn't done yet... like many in the church, she chose to wear a chastity belt beneath her underwear. This one was a special model for a special person, thin and made of gold metal with a cross-like shape over the groin and a small keyhole inside the top of that cross. The key wasn't the type you'd find insider a drawer at home or tucked carelessly inside a side strap. Producing it took no less than one of her own prayers; a special sequence of words would fashion a small, glowing key of white light from thin air. After saying the prayer, she placed the key inside its chamber, feeling her face heat as it slid in. She turned it slowly, then bit her lip, watching the piece clatter into the grass at her feet. Finally, her lower body was as naked as it was the day Geod had made her...

Ursula saw the neatly shaven spot above Clara's sex and her waiting, unused slit and thought to herself that it was a shame no one was around to properly appreciate the teasing slowness of this scene. She had a lot of sexual fetishes, but as far as she knew, lesbianism wasn't one of them, which meant this was a wasted performance. "She is ready," the counselor announced, just as much for the sake of getting Clara to move on as anything else.

Timidly, moved her bottom towards the hole in the wall, seeing a man's waiting penis already sticking through. The head was covered by one of the church's issued condoms, a transparent blue color with a stretched gold cross print on the tip. It seemed like the talkative old guy had let one of his juniors go first, based on the youthful look of it. With painful slowness, Clara moved her rear end towards it, as if worried she'd slide it in by accident if she wasn't careful. Finally, her flesh touched it... she tested by sliding herself up and down against it a few times. It wasn't for the purpose of teasing the waiting clergyman even more... it was just that she'd never serviced a man's dick before and was still worry what the entry would feel like.

"Fuck! I-I'm kinda surprised an angel does stuff like this!" the man on the other side spoke through a hiss. "The teasing, I mean!"

Ursula slapped one palm angrily against the wall, hard enough to break a hole in it a little over waist height. "You imbecile! The angel is not teasing you! Angels do not lust for men," she informed him. That statement was seeming more false every day, but it was conventional wisdom. "Accept the gift graciously and quietly!" The man on the other side gulped and quieted himself... still, the counselor had to admit, watching Clara's inexperienced ass slide up and down the other guy's member was making her feel for the guy. It was like she was trying to make him cum with a butt-job before he could get inside.

And it worked. Unable to stand the bizarre situation of rubbing against an anonymous angel's ass , the guy released a shot of jizz that engorged his condom. Clara clasped one hand over her mouth to avoid gasping as she saw Ursula's disapproving shake of her head. "Aaah, Geod-dammit!" the man cursed, as he was pulled out and sent to the back of the line.

Next was the man with rust colored pubes again. With determination, eager not to waste his opportunity the same way the other guy had, he extended only partway out. Once he felt Clara searching, he gave a small thrust, trying to find her pussy. It wasn't an exact science... he just ended up pushing it into the softness of her buttock instead. "Ah!" Clara gasped in surprise, while Ursula slid one hand down her face, trying to avoid snapping out loud to inform her high priestess that having your butt poked wasn't a form of sex. Instead, she irritably mouthed for her superior to line it up.

Clara attempted to do so... then suddenly adopted an expression of terror, as she felt the shape of the rubber-clad head now rubbing her asshole. She looked to Ursula desperately, as if to say, "surely not?"

Ursula coughed loudly, then spoke out again. "The angel doesn't want it in her ass, you fool. Use the vaginal entrance," she instructed, as though guiding a child. There was a moment of hesitation, as the guy on the other side seemed to sulk, knowing that this was more the angel's fault than his own... she was the one who could see him to line it up, so why was she playing so hard to get? Part of him wanted to stick it in the angel's ass, just to see what would happen... No man had every fucked an angel before, and by that logic, fucking an angel in the ass ought to be even rarer... But it was prooobably sacrilege of the third degree to disobey one's senior in the church and stick one's penis inside an angel's ass in one fell swoop.