Yes, he devoutly enters her pussy

A holy war was being waged inside the young man's mind. In the end, the side that was obedient won out. After all, when the church's strict counselor tells you that an angel is offering you her pussy and that the only thing you mustn't do is enter her ass, that's sort of like being offered the original sin, isn't it? To deny it and do otherwise would actually be to defy the will of Geod. He couldn't call himself a holy man if he rejected this gift or begged to alter the terms.

Plus... they were pretty freaking good terms, weren't they? He could tell from his few pokes so far that the angel had an out-of-this-world body and furthermore, she had an erotic voice, based off the few gasps he'd heard when he poked her with the head of his penis. He wasn't even being asked to pay for it-!

"And remember this charity well when next you give offering," Ursula butted in as Clara nodded in approval.

The man clicked his teeth. It seemed he was being asked to pay for it, in a roundabout way. Determined to improve his mood again, he lowered his penis to the correct hole, then began to insert himself. He felt he ought to be gentle... but he couldn't be too gentle, because the woman on the other side seemed to be relying on him for all the momentum.

That woman was now crossing both hands over her mouth, fighting back from shouting as she felt her pussy being entered for the first time. As an angel, she'd seen and experienced all sorts of things, even wars and battle, but her belief in chastity had always prevented her from investigating any carnal pleasures. To take the virginity of a woman of the church was the realm of fantasy for men. To take the virginity of the head of church? The stuff of wet dreams. To take the virginity of an angel who coincidentally seems to sound a lot like Clara Fauxbright and share her body shape?

Nothing less than a gift from Geod!

Now certain that he'd made the right choice, the man went from slowly entering to pulling back. Just as Clara was beginning to relax, naively supposing he was pulling out, he thrust, digging himself into deeper. Her voice was wailing from behind her hands as she tried to control herself, wiggling her legs to see if there was some way to make the whole experience feel more... normal. It didn't seem that there was. Enthusiastically, the guy pumped harder, now pressing his hands against the wall rather than his hips and giving it some juice. That pussy... really was divine. There was no other way to describe it. It was somehow tight yet yielding at the same time. He could only imagine what the angel on the other side looked like... why not imagine her as Clara Fauxbright herself? Ironically, even as Ursula and Clara took measures to prevent the men from catching on, the gentleman on the other side was picturing her regardless.

Clara was conflicted and found herself praying desperately to Geod as the penis attacked with enthusiasm, slapping in and out of the most sacred place of the most sacred member of the church and beginning to eagerly release its precum. "Is this the right path, Geod? Have I made the right decision? It feels... sinful!" she thought to herself, remembering the few times in her life when she'd privately masturbated, only to chide herself as sinful after the fact. "I feel... aroused! It can't be... I can't please Geod and myself at the same time, can I? A servant cannot serve two masters...!"

Still, Ursula nodded approvingly, even as she stared wanting at the young man's dick, appearing in brief flashes behind Clara's haunches. Her lower eye-lid twitched and she gulped loudly. "You know... I could certainly assist one of you others, while this angel provides her service," she suggested, trying hard to sound considerate rather than needy.

"Respectfully, ma'am? I think I'll wait my turn... If I spend my seed on you when there's an angel to be had, I'll feel pretty stupid," the fat man from earlier remarked, seeming to sway the opinion of the so far unseen black man as well.

"Geod-dammiiiiit!" Ursula wailed with rage internally, wishing she'd come up with some way to steal this situation from the high priestess, who wasn't even appreciating it!

"Hey," the rust-haired man on the other side spoke up bashfully. "Am I doing okay? Does the angel look pleased?" he questioned. Clara thought it was a surprisingly touching gesture in this rigorous scenario... he was doing his duty as a faithful of Geod, making sure that he wasn't offending one of Geod's closest servants with a subpar performance.

Spitefully, Ursula suspected she saw it for what it really was: the guy wanted to know if he could tell his friends later that he'd pleased a mythical angel with his dick. "Hmph! She looks like she expected more! I believe her face says 'ho ho, that tickles, mortal!'" Ursula responded angrily, turning her eyes up so as not to see Clara's reaction.

The high priestess' pretty blue eyes widened as the man desperately increased his intensity, plunging himself in further and harder. Only by keeping both hands over her mouth could she manage to avoid shouting in ecstasy. She'd wanted passion from her flock, hadn't she? What was more passionate than this?! Her follower was unleashing every bit of his strength to satisfy her. Privately, she suspected she'd appreciate a more tender scenario but... this kind of anonymous, lewd sex had its appeal as well. Clara's eyes began to roll upward, as if she was seeking the counsel of Geod himself. Her own moisture was coating the man's condom now as it became engorged with his sperm. Her orgasm was noisy and untrained, coming as a muffled scream behind her clenched fingers. She could feel her legs and pussy both twitching with sexual desire, a completely unknown sensation for her.

Still irritable, but seeing that her superior needed her, Ursula patted Clara on the back, just above her wings at her hunched shoulders. "Yes, oh servant of Geod... I believe that the man is renewed in his faith," she encouraged the high priestess. The wings flapped in confusion, as if they'd lost motor control. Ursula found herself wondering what Clara's sex face actually looked like... the high priestess had selfishly kept it to herself in the last moment.

"Your most high holy angel! I'm plenty satisfied with your most sacred pussy, honest, but my friend here says he wants another first! Is there something you can offer him too?" the older of the two remaining customers questioned. "At the same time, if I may."

"Fool. The hole only allows in one penis. What could you be asking for? Your friend wants the first ever angel handy-J?" Ursula spat ruefully. She was still pretty pissed about not getting any dick.

"No... he's thinking uuuuh," the man murmured, evidently listening to whispers from the other hidden gentleman while he narrated.