A tumultous trip back

Your hurry back through the twisted corridors of the abbey, unmindful of the surroundings or the other sisters walking alongside you. Several times you bump into a fellow servant of the Goddess but rush on with a mumbled half-apology. At least once, you mumble your apology to a stone pillar.

You - a Paladin! The honor and joy! Finally, your hard work and loyalty and skill and chastity will be rewarded! But what about the Imp? What about his...reward? And his thick cock stretching you in all the wrong ways that feel so right. Would it really be so hard to go a week - or less! - without sliding your lips down over his thick tool, working your agile little tongue over his sensitive crown, feeling his massive balls shudder under your now-skilled fingers, watching his little inhuman eyes roll back in his skull as he pumps another thick, delicious load down your thirsty throat...or pushing your head down into the sheets while waving your rump high in the air, feeling his claws grip on to your thighs...

"Sorry," you stammer out to the middle-aged acolyte you just ran into as she stares back at you with surprise and indignation, "but I have to...I have to..." You don't finish the sentence before rushing on. Dimly you hear her chiding you, but her words are already fading behind you. You're close to your destination.

Rounding the last corner, you see the doors of you chambers just ahead. Finally! You step forward.

"Sister Sabine!" the voice breaks into your muddled mind with ease, and you shudder internally. Of course it would be her. "Sister Sabine! Where could you be rushing off to?"

Slowly you turn to face her.