The next morning, Mike attended the early service alongside Amina and Head Priest Stale. The small church was quiet, lit only by pale dawn light filtering through the windows and a few flickering candles on the altar. Mike stood at his usual post near the side, but something was different. His shoulders were squared, his gaze steady and calm instead of the usual nervous flicker toward Amina. He moved with deliberate quiet, reciting responses without hesitation, voice low and even.
Amina noticed. During the hymns her eyes drifted to him more than once, brows furrowing slightly. The fidgety, eager boy who always hovered too close was gone; in his place stood someone composed, almost serene. It unsettled her in a way she couldn't name.
After the final blessing, Stale gathered his cloak and staff. "I must attend to the Lord's estate today," he announced curtly. "Matters of tithe and record. I will return tomorrow evening." He gave them both a brief nod and departed without further word, the heavy door creaking shut behind him.
Amina and Mike were left alone to tidy the church. They worked in near silence at first—straightening pews, snuffing candles, folding altar cloths. Amina stole glances at him, curiosity winning over caution.
"Mike…" she began shyly, voice soft as she smoothed a cloth over the lectern. "You seem… different today. Calmer. More… serious."
A gentle, reassuring smile curved his lips, his eyes closing briefly in quiet warmth. The expression was so unlike the fumbling acolyte she knew that Amina felt heat rush to her cheeks. She looked away quickly, fingers tightening on the cloth, and returned to her task with hurried movements.
They finished soon after. The church was empty, sunlight now stronger through the windows. Mike spoke her name once—calm, almost tender.
"Amina."
She turned. He walked toward her without hurry. She took a small step back instinctively, then another, until her shoulders met the cool stone wall. No escape.
He stopped close—too close—looking directly into her eyes.
"Do you find me attractive today?" he asked, voice low and steady.
Amina's breath caught. "Mike, I… I am a nun. I have vowed my chastity and my charity to—"
Before she could finish, Mike raised his knee and pressed it firmly between her thighs, parting them just enough to pin her in place. Amina gasped, hands flying up to push at his chest—but he caught her wrists in one strong grip, forcing them above her head against the wall. His mouth crashed down on hers, hard and claiming.
She struggled for a heartbeat, muffled protest dying against his lips. With his free hand he fumbled at his robes, freeing his cock—four inches, already hard but unremarkable.
Inside Mike's mind, Ora let out a long, weary mental sigh. *Again… this pathetic thing.*
The disappointment was palpable. Without hesitation, Ora acted. Tendrils—thin, vicious—surged through the acolyte's flesh. Mike's cock convulsed once, then began to shrivel. Skin tightened, veins collapsed inward, length retracting as though being devoured from within. He tore his mouth from Amina's and dropped to his knees with a raw scream of agony, clutching at the vanishing organ.
Amina slid down the wall to squat beside him, wide-eyed, frozen in shock. She watched—horrified, transfixed—as his dick reduced to a small, wrinkled nub, then vanished entirely into smooth, featureless skin between his legs.
For a long second, silence.
Then—new flesh stirred. A thick ridge pushed outward, swelling rapidly. Longer. Girthier. Veins bulging along the shaft like twisted ropes. The head flared wide, glistening with sudden slick secretion. Eight inches now—no, nine—ridiculously thick, ridged subtly along its length, pulsing with unnatural vitality.
Mike lifted his head. A predatory smile spread across his face—slow, sharp, nothing like the boy he had been.
He rose in one fluid motion, grabbed Amina by the waist, and spun her around. She stumbled, palms slapping against the stone wall for balance. He yanked her habit up over her hips in a rough bunch, shoved her undergarments aside with no care, exposing pale thighs and the untouched cleft between them.
Amina whimpered. "Mike—please—no—"
He didn't wait. One brutal thrust and he buried the new cock to the hilt in her dry pussy. No lubrication, no preparation. The sudden stretch tore a loud, piercing scream from her throat—pain sharp and white-hot as her virginity was ripped away in a single savage plunge.
Mike groaned in dark satisfaction, hips snapping forward again and again. Each thrust was wild, animalistic—deep, punishing strokes that slapped wetly against her ass, forcing her body to yield around the monstrous girth. He raised one hand and brought it down hard on her right cheek—*plap*—then the left—*phat*—spanking her repeatedly, delighting in every fresh cry of pain that spilled from her lips.
Amina's screams echoed off the stone walls—raw, broken, rising in pitch with every stinging slap and every merciless drive into her core. Her knees buckled; he held her up by the hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, keeping her bent over and open. Red handprints bloomed across her pale ass, skin heating under the relentless impacts. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat on her face, but Mike only laughed low in his throat—low, guttural, thrilled by her pain, by the way her walls clenched involuntarily around him in helpless protest.
He fucked her harder, faster—hips pistoning like a machine, the thick shaft stretching her mercilessly, dragging along every sensitive inch inside her with no mercy for the raw friction. Each spank landed heavier than the last, turning her ass a deep, angry crimson. Amina's cries turned hoarse, body trembling, legs shaking as she tried—and failed—to push back against the invasion. Amina clawed at the stone wall, nails scraping uselessly, legs shaking violently as pain and overwhelming fullness consumed her.
The church door creaked open.
Veronica stepped inside, arms full of linens for the orphans.
She froze.
Her eyes widened at the sight: Amina bent over against the wall, habit rucked up, Mike behind her—thrusting savagely, hand raised mid-spank, face twisted in feral pleasure.
"Mike!"
Her scream shattered the air.