The Sydney prayer room scene got me thinking alot about Jordan walking in on Sydney absolutely railing PC's brain out and joining them when they're told that the both of them are still virgins
Corrupting both of them makes my brain go brrrrrrrr
Jordan has nothing but respect for you and Sydney; young initiates, clearly deep in love, but still maintaining their chastity vow. The kisses you and he share are nothing but innocent, and wholesome. Really, it makes Jordan's heart swell whenever he sees the two of you together, he's always been a bit of a romantic.
He hears noises during the night, sometimes. Mostly footsteps and whispers, both of which could be blamed on restless monks and nuns. It's worse than usual on one particular night, and Jordan's curiosity is piqued.
That curiosity turns to concern when he notices the prayer room's door is cracked open. Just who could be in there so late? He hopes it isn't another group of hooligans.
Jordan's hands fly to his mouth, stifling a gasp as he takes in the sight of Sydney—Sydney, of all people—pinning you to the floor, roughly... fornicating with you...
It's too much. Jordan should be disrupting this blatant act of blasphemy, chastising you with all the rage he can muster, and arranging a punishment at dawn.
But he doesn't. He backs away, shuffles back to his room, and collapses into his bed, fruitlessly hoping that it was all just a dream.
Jordan has never felt nervous about performing chastity exams, but the thought of looking two amazing initiates in the eyes and telling them that they've been defiled makes him feel sick to his stomach.
Sydney's virginity is still intact.
Jordan saw him, heard the sound of skin slapping, there was no doubt that Sydney had committed the sin of penetration!
It's the same for you, still perfectly pure—in body, at least.
He pulls them into a private room at the end of the day, emotions a nauseating swirl of fear, concern, and horror.
Jordan doesn't entirely believe it at first. Yes, the lord gifts His children many miracles, but restoring one's virginity after they commit a sin?
You and Sydney offer to show the flustered monk the wonders of the prayer room.
He's still sceptical, even as incense fills the room. Jordan has spent many, many hours alone, breathing in the sweet-smelling smoke, without a single issue.
But this time feels different. His brain feels like sludge, thoughts turning into molasses, and a heat begins to burn beneath his skin.
It's almost as if you and Sydney have turned into completely different people, tearing at each other's clothes. Jordan winces when Sydney sinks his teeth into your shoulder. How on Earth is that pleasurable?
Jordan's body acts without him, dropping to his knees in front of you, and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.
Every instinct is telling him to stop, to run away and try to forget this ever even happened.
It feels so good to be As One.
The next several of moments are hazy, but when Jordan becomes just a fraction more lucid, he realizes your lips are wrapped around his cock, Sydney's thrusts forcing more and more of it down your throat.
He's crying, he's sure of it, but is it from shock and fear? Or pleasure?
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