Swallow

Panicked at the sudden, but inevitable, turn of events your mind races but you manage to remain calm. You look around the room for somewhere to dispatch of the mans seed but the room is even more spartan than your cell at the convent.

The liquid rolls around your mouth and you start actively tasting it. The thickness, sort of like soft porridge but not. Salty, but softer, sweet but not like sugar. Something vaguely akin to salted candy you had as a child perhaps? Either way it is not unpleasant and the more you let it sink into your pallet the more you quite like it. You let it roll to the back of your mouth and swallow it down, savouring the exciting flavour, using your fingers to clean your face and then licking them clean in turn.

You hear movement from the other side of the wall and moments later a man shoves his cock through the hole. Although no expert of these matter you know that this is a different cock and therefore different man than before. Does God want me to please this man too?