A Clara/Doubles pussy sandwich

"Geod wants this to go a bit further. Having experienced the bliss of placing himself between your chests, he now desires that you offer him what is below," Cherubin explained, still smiling calmly. "The two of you must embrace, one atop the other, and he will slide in between you. As for what happens next... He only comments that he has not decided yet. For now, he asks only that you act as the bread of life, as you so often have for the faithful, Miss Fauxbright. Only, in this instance, the bread is like the bread of a sandwich and my manhood is like that sandwich's meat."

Still kneeling, Clara bit her lip and pressed her fingers together awkwardly. "Cherubin... I don't suppose Geod could give us some more concrete sign that this is what he really wants? I-It's not that I don't trust you, but-" she began, before the man's sigh cut her off.

"You would beseech Geod directly for a miracle? You must understand that he is visiting you as directly as is possible, through my words, my eyes, my penis. You have felt his caress against your flesh. What more tangible demonstration could our creator possibly offer you?" the priest scolded her, shaking his head with disappointment. "This is still a trial, Miss Fauxbright. A trial is a test, which you may ultimately fail. Do not fail Geod."

"Y-Yes, of course," the head of the church responded meekly, while removing her panties and sheepishly covering her lower body with one hand, for what good it did. "So... am I on top, or-?"

"No way, Clair-Bear! You're a bottom, hardcore!" Doubles informed the high priestess, taking the opportunity to grab Clara from behind and wrestle her to the floor. As the unfortunate woman wailed, finding herself pushed down onto her back by her own doppelganger, with both wrists locked, she couldn't help kicking her stocking feet and trying to break free. "It's not so bad being the bottom, right? You're the cute type that takes orders, not the one that leads~"

"I'm... I'm not the one that leads?" Clara questioned, as if that phrase had special meaning to her. Was it only strange hearing that because she was supposed to be the leader of the Holy Church of Merridan, or was it something more...? As she pondered the significance of this test from Geod, she found herself interrupted and shivering, as the horny doppelganger started to rub her slit against Clara's own. "That... That's..." she gasped, biting her lip and averting her eyes from her own aroused face looking down at her.

"Heeey... Let's get into it~" the demon cooed, nudging her cheek against the high priestess' until the other girl tilted her head upward. With no hesitation, she placed her pink lips over Clara's identical ones... the ones on her face this time, though the others were rubbing as well. Both places were becoming quite moist. "It feels good, doesn't it? Come on... Open your mouth and let's feel even better!" The doppelganger found Clara's teeth opening and allowing her tongue through, then eagerly ensnared the high priestess' with her own. The two matching tongues darted across each other; Doubles would never have known to guess that she'd stolen Clara's first kiss, along with her identity. "See? It feels good...!" Doubles teased Clara, as the two of them parted a moment for air.

Clara couldn't bring herself to nod or confirm, but internally, she could admit: it did feel rather good. The doppelganger's body was warm and human, even though she was supposedly a demon... it was soft and familiar, being her own body, and yet surreal and exotic at the same time.

The actions of the two were interrupted as the sizable cock of her underling began to press its head against the squeezed window of their two pussies. Giggling, Doubles lifted slightly so that he could get between; he began grinding not just dutifully, but with what was called divine fervor. Clara moaned at the new sensation. "Good, good. Yes. You two are doing wonderfully. Geod advises that he appreciates the addition of the kissing and to please continue with that act as noisily as you can manage," Cherubin grunted, feeling the weight of Doubles' broad hips against his member. He clasped both hands onto his friend's ass as he pushed himself between the Clara sandwich, his face still a mask of charming mystery, even as his body was very plain in his (or Geod's?) desire. "Aaah, Doubles! You've emulated the buttocks of our high priestess so wonderfully!"

"Thanks! And you've emulated Geod's dick pretty well yourself~" the doppelganger responded, as Clara gasped in unbidden ecstasy beneath her. "Say... Cherry-Boy... You've only got one dick still, right? So... Who's Geod gonna cum inside?"

"I cannot say. Geod is mysterious. He may choose one of you or both in sequence. He may release all over your bodies. He may withdraw altogether. It is his will that slowly reveals itself..." Cherubin grunted, still smiling, but now increasingly sweating due to the feverish devotion of his efforts. Despite his words, it sounded like the answer was going to become apparent very, very soon.

"G-Geod... Is going to...?!" Clara moaned quietly, struggling to decide if she wanted to receive that particular blessing or not. Her loins were aching for it, but... if he did... would her relationship with her creator ever be the same again? Only Geod could say which was more merciful: sparing her the burden of his expectations, or granting her the penultimate gift.