From the moment you had laid your eyes on the priest you had felt a strange tingling sensation deep within your loins. There was just something about the way her dark skin seemed to glow under the candle light of the church, her deep richness of her voice as she led you in prayer, and you couldn't forget those grey stormy eyes and the way they seemed to pierce into your soul. Never before had another person made you feel this way... you immediately thought that perhaps you'd been taken ill, maybe the flushed hue of your cheeks and sweaty palms were signs of a sickness you'd caught.

It took you several days to figure out that Sevika was the cause of your illness, since every time you thought about the way her robes fit around her toned body as she preached to the village folk the symptoms would return in full force. And annoyingly this was often, no matter where you were she was in your mind. Whilst you completed your chores around the house the idea of her touching you under your heavy skirts flashed into your mind, sometimes as you helped prepare the evening meal for your mother and father you saw a vision of the priest's fingers lingering on your lips as she fed you communion... but the most concerning thought you had came to you whilst you studied your bible... Images of the older woman knelt behind you with her fingers buried deep inside your wet cunt as you knelt at the alter and recited the Lord's Prayer occupied your mind. She'd speed up the pumping of her fingers as you recited the holy words perfectly, whispering praises in your ears as she went, but every time you got too distracted and slipped up she'd tut at you and slow down causing you to whine pathetically for her.