You get interrupted by a text message from Talith

Your train of thoughts is suddenly interrupted by a text message on your phone.
Talith: At your security station. Noticed how Miryam stole your Éclair and stuffed it in her sleeve when nobody was looking. Figured you’d want to know. Separated herself from the other virgins and is heading to the showers.

You turn around, take a quick look at your plate and gasp.
“My sweet baguette.” You whisper. “It’s gone.”
That was your favorite. You were saving it for last so you could savor it the longest. How dare that virgin bitch run off with it. Yet, you smile. This means Miryam has given in to sin. Now that there is this crack in her shell, you can punch the weak spot and crack her defenses wide open.

You quickly chase after the redheaded nun. When you arrive at the communal showers, you notice the door is slightly ajar. You peer inside and see Miryam there, with a half-eaten éclair in her hands. As she takes another bite, some of the chocolate glaze on top gets stuck on her upper lip. She moans softly as she chews and licks the chocolate off her lips. Then she sticks out her tongue and licks some of the cream filling out of the pastry. You wish your dick was in the place of that éclair now so you could feel that thieving tongue of hers lick your rod with just as much yearning.

You quietly enter the shower room and say, “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
Miryam gasps in shock and stares at you like a deer in headlights. The pastry still in her mouth.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your friends.” You say gently. “And I also won’t stop or punish you. Feel free to continue.”
Miryam first just stood there. Probably trying to figure out whether you are playing a trick on her or not. But then she continues eating the creamy pastry.
You close the door behind you and start talking to Myriam.
“Stealing food and eating it behind everyone’s back. Quite unlike a religious woman.” You say.
“Mmm, that’s cause I’m not.” Miryam says with her mouth half full.
A non-religious woman that became a non. Now you’re confused.
You cock your horned head in contemplation and ask, “If you’re not religious, then why join a nunnery?”
Miryam swallows and says, “My parents **** me.”
“I see.” You reply. “Can I assume there’s a story behind that?”
Miryam takes a small bite of the nearly finished pasty and says, “You could say that.”
“Care to talk about it?” You ask.
Miryam finishes the pasty and licks her fingers clean. Then she tells you her story.

“I grew up in a religious family.” Miryam starts her story. “My parents wanted me to only ever read scripture. Any other books were forbidden. Except for school books of course, because the law demands it. But fantasy or science fiction novels were forbidden. We also never missed a Sunday at church. Even when my parents were sick, we would still go instead of staying home and get better.”
Then Miryam’s voice becomes condescending.
“But of course, I had to be a skeptical girl. I always had questions about scripture and I was stupid enough to think my parents were interested in answering them. ‘Questioning scripture was bad’, they said. I had to accept it as absolute truth regardless how illogical it sounded. So, I stopped asking questions and pretended to be a good little girl. I hated it, but at least my parents were happy with me.”
After that her features soften and her voice becomes kind.
“Then one day I got a crush on a classmate of mine. Not one of those bad boys that is all dangerous and exciting. A cute boy. Someone who was very friendly. We became best friends and then one day I discovered he had a crush on me too. So, I got him alone and told him I liked him. That’s when I had my first kiss and I was so happy. My heart was beating so fast, I imagined us holding hands, wondered if he was really the guy I would eventually get married to, have his babies, become a mother, …”
Based on Miryam’s expression, it is obvious she loved him. But then her smile fades and gives way to sadness.
“Unfortunately, that’s also when my mom ran in on us. She accused me of being a sinner. She even called me a whore. Right to my face no less.”
Now her sadness is joined with anger.
“For one stupid little kiss. Because apparently, we’re only supposed to kiss after we marry, not before. So, she sent me here. To become a nun. Only to come out when I no longer have any semblance of yearning or desire.”
Miryam takes a moment to take a deep breath and calm herself down.
“But it was fine. I thought my boyfriend would one day come for me and get me out of here … one day. For a few years I waited for him. All the while pretending to be a good little girl. I hated it, but for my prince charming, I could do it. So that one day he could take me away from this boring place and we would spend the rest of our lives together.”
You notice Miryam’s eyes are starting to fill with tears and she looks up to try and prevent them from rolling over her cheeks.
With a quivering voice she continues, “But then I discovered that my parents had been telling him I didn’t love him anymore. That I had come to hate him. So he moved on and married someone else. Because of those lies, he gave up on me.”
Then the tears start rolling anyways. Miryam took another deep breath and wipes away her tears.
“So, now I’m here. Still pretending to be a good little girl. I still hate it. But I keep doing it. It’s all I’ve done. All I know how to do. Because what else am I supposed to do?”

So that’s the crack in her armor. All this time she has been living a lie. Perhaps all you need to do, is give her a little bit of confidence. Provide her with a chance to stop being who she hates to be and start being who she wants to be. You walk up to Miryam and say nearly at a whisper.
“But you don’t want to be a good girl, do you? You want to think for yourself. You want to question scripture. Get your answers. You want to be free, right?”
You lay hour hands on Miryam’s shoulders and look into her eyes. Myriam stares back into yours.
“You want to experience kissing again, don’t you?” You ask her.
Miryam waits, expecting you to say something more. Then realizes you are waiting for an answer from her. So she nods.
You close your eyes and gently place your lips on those of the repressed nun. Miryam closes her eyes and lets you kiss her. Your hands slide down her body and you place them on her butt. You pull her close to you, you your torso’s touch, and gently squeeze her butt.
You then break the kiss and ask, “Now, wasn’t that lovely?”
Miryam slowly opens her eyes and nods.
“If you like, I can help you experience the rest as well.” You say. “Of course, you will have to renounce your vow of chastity and take off your habit.”
Miryam turns her head away from you. She’s kept up the habit of pretending to be a good girl for so long that now it is hard for her to break away from it. But you seeing as how interested she was at kissing, you know she is only able to offer little resistance.
You then place a finger under her chin and pull her head back to look you in the eyes again. “If you do, I’ll let you partake in the good food again. You can have all the pastries you want and far better, more delicious food as well.”
Myriam’s eyes drop to your chest and whispers, “If I do as you say … I won’t be a nun anymore … I’ll have to leave this place.”
“This place is owned by me.” You reply. “If I say you can stay, you’ll stay.”
The nun looks back into your eyes. You sense that there is a hope in them. But it leads to a moment of silence between you and her. In her mind, the two sides must be locked in combat. Both unwilling to give up yet both unable to claim victory.
“So, Miryam. What do you want to do?” You ask, hoping this is the final push she needs.