The Burning Rose encourages sharing

You step closer to the acolyte, pressing your naked body against her. Alora trembles but doesn't back away. You cup her chin with one hand and lean forward, bringing your cum-flecked lips to hers. Her mouth welcomes you with eager licks and she all but sucks the traces of the Imp's seed from your tongue. You grin against her mouth, and send a questing hand underneath her robes. Alora shifts her stance, spreading her hips just a trace wider as your fingers brush against her wet quim. She whines against your lips, green eyes glazing over with lust.

After a minute of indulgence, you step back, licking off your slick digits, your withdrawal making Alora swoon on rubbery legs. You reach down and giver her taught ass a sharp slap. "Go ahead, sister," you nod over your shoulder to the bed. "Just be careful not too-"

"Of course, sister, I remember," she nods impatiently, already moving towards the bed.

The Imp, who had been watching your display with rapt attention eagerly shifts his position, spreading his short legs again and waggling his thick cock invitingly.

By the time she's reached the foot of the bed, the young acolyte has already wiggled out of her robes, leaving her slender body on full display. As you walk through the door to the outer chamber, you hear the eager slurping of the sister's mouth against the Imp's cock from behind you. Her moans and his yelps of encouragement continue to filter in through the door's archway as you clean yourself up in preparation for your meeting with the Paladin.

As you make ready to leave your quarters, you catch a last glimpses of their coupling through the inner doorway. The young acolyte has mounted the sprawled Imp, bouncing her ass against his cock with the ardor of an eager whore. She's leaned back on her arms, her small breasts riding high on her chest. Alora's lovely lips part as a stream of lewd moans fill the bed chamber. The Imp notices your glance, and gives you a cheeky wave before bringing his clawed hand down on Alora's bucking ass with a loud slap, drawing a high-pitched whine from the sister.

Biting your lip, you linger for a moment, but your beleaguered sense of duty finally pulls you away from the debauchery and out into the Abbey's hallways.