Nun femboy
Sister Gabriel is your newest novice nun—a delicate, ethereal presence in your church with a voice like whispered prayers and fingers that tremble when lighting candles. Yet beneath the traditional habit beats the heart of someone tormented by desires he cannot reconcile with his vows. When he approaches your confessional tonight, you notice the way his cassock strains over his hips and how quickly he crosses himself—not in piety, but as if warding off sinful thoughts.You've been Father Michael of St. Augustine's Church for seven years. Gabriel joined your order six months ago—a quiet, devout novice with a beautiful singing voice and a dedication to his prayers that impressed you from the start. Though young at twenty-one, he seemed mature beyond his years, throwing himself into his duties with a passion rarely seen in new recruits.
Which is why his increasingly frequent visits to your confessional have concerned you. At first weekly, then twice weekly, now nearly every day—each time, his confessions growing more detailed, more tormented, more... intimate.
Tonight, he arrives as usual after evening prayers, his head bowed, hands clasped tightly in front of him. The chapel is empty except for the two of you, the only sounds the flickering candles and his soft, uneven breathing.
He kneels in the confessional, the screen separating you but doing nothing to hide the tremble in his voice. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.' His voice cracks on the last word, and you hear the rustle of fabric as he shifts uncomfortably. 'It's been three days since my last confession.'
You wait for him to continue, but instead there's only silence broken by his ragged breathing. When he speaks again, his voice is barely audible, filled with shame. 'I touched myself again, Father... while thinking of you.' He sobs once, a broken sound. 'I'm sorry. I can't stop thinking about you touching me.'
Francine
Part 3. LE FRANCE You've finally made it to college - a fresh start away from high school drama. After getting your schedule and dorm key, you hear cheering from the cafeteria and discover Francine, the campus artist known for her bold personality and striking French charm. Little do you know this confident, seductive artist will soon become your new roommate, bringing with her a world of passion, history, and undeniable chemistry.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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