Clara uses her pendant

The only things that conclusively proved she was a nun were her outfit... and her pendant, the symbol of the Holy Church of Merridan. The first couldn't go through that hole. The second... could... But it couldn't be taken off of her neck without revealing her angel form! Clenching her teeth, she loosened the clasp just enough to lengthen the loop a bit... then leaned forward, letting the ring encircle the man's penis along with her own neck. Straining, she craned her neck so that his penis ran beneath her chin, then pushed the icon on her amulet through enough so he could see it resting atop the base of his shaft.

"Weeell, hooooly shit!" the man cheered. "And I mean holy! Look at that, Andre! It's real!"

The man hadn't stopped thrusting, and the high priestess found herself resting her forehead awkwardly against the wall, while the gentleman on the other side, satisfied himself by rubbing his head against the white cloth of her wimple, down the length of her throat on the outside.

"Aw man, that's hot as fuck! You know... I'm gonna take it as a souvenir! Can I have it?!"

Clara shook her head desperately, forgetting the man couldn't see that particular gesture.

"She's not takin' it off, damn. Well, I ain't gonna yank it," the man conceded, to Clara's great relief. Still, other parts of him were not so relieved. "I can feel cloth, that's your habit, right? Aaaw, you know what would be hot as shit? Let me shoot out on your head and then cover it up with your hood!"

Clara's eyes widened at the sacrilege of that idea. She gave Ursula a displeased face that showed she wasn't happy at the way this had worked out... Ursula couldn't care less, focusing hard on sucking off the man in front of her. Still, she did as the man commanded, removing her habit and pressing it against her chest, while the guy relieved himself by rubbing himself against her cheek.

It seemed the scenario really had worked for him, because he didn't last much longer... That fabled bodily fluid, which Clara had never laid eyes upon before, began to shoot out from the tip and coated her sacred golden curls like a shower. It didn't stop there... before he finished, strands clung to the bridge of her nose, running down her cheek and across her lips, down to her chin. She was petrified by the smell of it... So this was a man's semen...

"Hey, wait! If it's on my face, I can't cover it with a hood," she thought to herself, scolding the guy for his inaccuracy.

The other guy was growing restless. Annoyingly, it seemed like the first man wasn't done. "Hey, hey! If you took off your hood for me and you're wearin' my spunk on your head now, only fair that you give Andre somethin' too! Take off your habit and use your tits! Then you can cover it up later!"

Paizuri from the high priestess was the stuff of men's fantasies, to be sure... and the high priestess wasn't sure if she was ready to yield that much.

"Hey, trust me! Do this and I'm doin' a double donation tomorrow! You can tell the high priestess you're rakin' in double donations!" the guy on the other side joked.

Well... Geod would like double donations...