////Fetish Zealot Loss (Religious Outfit, default if no other loss scene exists for the last-worn outfit)
Stumbling with [if (lust >= max) {delirious need|exhaustion}], you collide with the church doors, collapsing before the robe-clad [if (moreKids) {little boy|young man}].

[say: What troubles you today, [if (morekids) {[mister]|my child}]?]

The question is one more of politeness than curiosity, you're certain. Your malady is plain to see, [if (isdemonmorph) {your body already twisted to resemble those very demons you came to oppose|[if (corr > 66) {your soul already heavy with the taint of this world|the latent evil of this world already [if (corr == 0) {attempting|starting}] to claim your soul}]}].

[say: [if (isdemonmorph || corr > 66) {Even y|Y]ou can still be cleansed, but time is of the essence.] He taps his chin thoughtfully, his robes billowing with the gesture to reveal a glimpse of the half-hard cock beneath. His attire is far unlike [if (isreligious) {your own order|those of any order you have seen}], yet somehow it seems as if it couldn't be any other way. [say: Follow me, please.]

Stone, marble and gold all slip past as he guides you deeper within, only stopping when you arrive at a massive altar shaped from alabaster, its once milky-white sides now stained with something less pure.

[say: Let the divine [if (istaur) {take your hand|embrace your body}],] he says, [if (istaur) {[if (morekids) {stretching up on tip-toe to pat|patting}] the surface as if to show you what to do|[if (morekids) {doing his best to help|helping}] you up[if (morekids) { despite his size}]}].

The stone lies cool [if (istaur) {beneath your palm for a moment|[if (isnaked) {against your [skinfurscales] for a moment|against you, despite your [armor]}]}], but that first touch soon finds you basking in the warmth of his god. Heat pools in your [if (isgenderless) {lower half|[genitals]}] as desire washes over you, hot and sticky on your lips, the evil within rousing from its slumber until you [if (hascock) {thrust|grind}] [if (istaur) {against the air, unable to sate your growing lust|idly against your hand}].

The priest beside you nods comfortingly. [say:[if (isnaked) {You are ready|First, we must free you from your confines}].]

[if (!isnaked) {His [if (morekids) {small }]hands slide across your [skindesc], leaving shivers in their wake as they trace up to the base of your [armor]. You've barely time for a breath before it slips lower and you're met with the cool kiss of the faintest breeze, everything swept away with an ease that might be miracle or skill alike.

[say: Now you are ready.]}]

[if (isnaked) {His touch finds you then|Yet still his touch lingers}], ghosting down the shape of your [chest], your breathing quickening in rhythm with his own, the two of you linked in a way beyond this mortal world. Each flicker of fingers echos from you back to him, his face growing flushed as his [if (morekids) {meager|modest}] cock peeks out from beneath his robes. Even if you think back to your life in Ingnam[if (days > 30) { so long ago}], it's hard to imagine finding yourself in the arms of [if (morekids) {a boy [if (isunderage) {you just met|much younger}]|man [if (isunderage) {beyond your years|you just met}]}], but now it seems like no one else could ever grant you the salvation you seek.

When his hand first wraps around his shaft, it drags a trembled gasp from your lips, your [if (hascock) {own [cocks] stiffening as if you too were in his grasp|body shivering as his pleasure pumps through you, the sensation both unfamiliar and unmistakable}]. Your hips even buck, despite [if (hascock) {not being touched|having no cock of your own}], yearning to still reach him even as he [if (istaur) {fetches a stool and settles behind your equine half|steps back}].

//looks like anal wetness lacks a parser
[if (istaur) {Though it's hard to see what he's doing, the faint [if (hasvagina && vaginalwetness > 0) {press of a finger [if (vaginalwetness < 3) {parting your outer lips and seeking the traces of your arousal|to the slickness that already stains your [underbody.skinfurscales]}]|[if (analwetness > 0) {press of a finger to your [if (analwetness < 3) {already lubricated|drenched}] [asshole]|sound of something being poured}]}] is impossible to ignore|But only for a moment, the zealot[if (morekids) { boy}] soon leaning in and [if (hasvagina && vaginalwetness > 0) {teasing apart your outer lips to [if (vaginalwetness < 3) {find the growing proof of your arousal inside|gather some of the copious wetness already staining your [skinfurscales]}]|[if (analwetness > 0) {lifting you gently, tracing a finger around your exposed [asshole] to gather some [if (analwetness < 3) {beads of your|of your free-flowing}] natural lubricant|taking an engraved chalice from atop the altar and dipping his fingers into the sweet-smelling liquid inside}]}]}].

[say: My lord, let this holy rod be anointed by [if (vaginalwetness > 0 || analwetness > 0) {[his] offering|your sacred oils}],] he says, and the prayer has scarcely risen from his lips before [if (!istaur) {he runs a slickened thumb down his cock, a gleaming trail of [if (vaginalwetness > 0 || analwetness > 0) {your lust|oil}] left in its wake|the altar slightly warms beneath your palms, a sign both ominous and comforting at once}].

[if (istaur) {You realize exactly what he's doing as pleasure rolls through you from face to flanks, your breath heavy and legs unsteady as your mind glazes over until your [vagorass] [if (vaginalwetness > 0 || analwetness > 0) {becomes [if (vaginalwetness < 3 && analwetness < 3) {dewy|soaked}]|loosens and relaxes}]|The sensation shudders through you from your head to your gut, echoing his strokes in waves that leave your mind glassy and your [vagorass] [if (vaginalwetness > 0 || analwetness > 0) {[if (vaginalwetness < 3 && analwetness < 3) {dewy|soaked}]|loose and relaxed}]}], wanting nothing more than to be filled. None other than this [if (morekids) {boy|young man}]'s blessed cock could purge these wicked desires bubbling forth from the taint within, and even now you find yourself their slave, [if (istaur) {shifting|squirming}] restlessly to entice him in.

[say: Stay strong,] the zealot whispers, the words so shaky it's hard to say whether they're for you or for him. Yet no matter how hard you try, pleasure still crashes over you and saturates your soul with pure lust until you[if (isdemonmorph) { feel like a true demon[if (isfeminine) {ess}] both inside and out|'re sure you're no better than a demon[if (isfeminine) {ess}]}] yourself, always wanting more.

You don't have to wait long before [if (istaur) {you feel }] his [if (morekids) {small }]length [if (hascock) {brush[if(!istaur) {es}] against your own|{slide[if (!istaur) {s}] against the [if (hasvagina) {slick delta between your thighs|smooth expanse of your [if (istaur) {underbody|groin}]}]}], slipping slick across your [if (istaur) {[underbody.skinfurscales]|[skinfurscales]}]. The scent of [if (vaginalwetness > 0 || analwetness > 0) {your own arousal|the oils}] in the air only spurs you on more, and it's as if possessed that you find yourself [if (istaur) {backing up|reaching down}] to guide him closer to your waiting hole.

He doesn't resist, mumbling prayers to himself as he steps in and rests the head against the heat of your entrance, and his [if (istaur) {breathing comes heavy|teeth clench}] as he slowly pushes forward and parts your [vagorass] around his [if (morekids) {still-developing}] girth. The sensation alone steals away your voice, any sound dying in your throat as he enters you, [if ((hasvagina && isvirgin) || (!hasvagina && isanalvirgin)) {the sanctity of your first time long lost to lust, and even though this is all new to you,|and}] it takes all your strength not to drag him as deep as you can}]. No, you will not let that evil win, your [claws] digging into [if (istaur) {the stone|your palm}] as you shudder around the feeling of being filled by his divine warmth.

Instead you go at the zealot's pace, a slow rhythm equal parts frustrating and safe. It's what will cure you, after all, even as you[if (istaur) {'re wracked with the curse of pleasure you can't reach| give into the curse of pleasure and [if (hascock) {stroke your [cock]|roll your [if (hasvagina) {[clit]|[nipple]}] between your fingers}]}], never sated no matter how much you try. Every action of your own seems to surge through him as surely as it does yourself, his thrusts soon [if (istaur) {rippling through your flanks and }]echoing off the high walls until the cathedral itself is lost in the slick sounds of sex.

[say: Oh lord--] he tries, but it's soon swallowed up by a moan that shudders through your [vagorass]. [say: Oh lord, grant [him] your blessing and free [him] from this evil!]

The prayer seems to give him new strength as his hips meet your own, filling you with the entirety of his [if (morekids) {tiny }]length. Its heat floods through you as your own arousal [if (hascock) {bubbles from the tip of your cock|[if (hasvagina) {[if (vaginalwetness) > 3) {pools|drips}] on the [if (istaur) {floor|altar}]|[if (analwetness > 0) {[if (analwetness) > 3) {pools|drips}] on the [if (istaur) {floor|altar}]|bubbles up beneath your [skindesc]}]}]}], obvious to [if (hascock || hasvagina || analwetness > 0) {all|none but yourself}]. He fares no better, panting with exertion as he thrusts into you with a fervor you haven't yet seen, your own body reeling each time he enters you as if you were [if (hascock) {fucking him|the one in his place}].

[say: [if (hascock) {Expel this fiend at once|Bathe in the light of the divine}]!] the zealot[if (morekids) { boy}] cries, hilting himself inside you one final time. The first spurt of his blessed seed sends you crashing over the edge in tandem, your [if (hascock) {own [cock] spraying its tainted load [if (istaur) {against the altar|into the air}] as your}] [vagorass] clenches down around his shaft, desperate to take more of his holy gift into your [if (hasvagina) {inner sanctum|deepest recesses}]. His own pleasure cascades from him to you and you to him until [if (istaur) {your legs buckle|your fingers dig into the edge of the altar}], coursing through you in a chain reaction that steals the strength from your muscles and the words from your lips, [if (istaur) {the zealot finally slumping into you|the two of you finally slumping into each other}] even as your [vagorass] continues to coax out all that it can.

Still you need more--you need everything he has to give if you're to overcome this curse--and with each dwindling trickle of cum that drips from his cock you feel traces of the divine pooling deep within your gut. You focus on them and bask in their presence, your eyes slipping shut for a moment as you [if (istaur) {rest your head on the altar|nestle into the softness of his robes}], your breathing growing calm as the haze of desire slowly lifts itself from your mind. The unsated thrum within your [if (hascock) {half-hard cock|[if (hasvagina) {still swollen clit|featureless groin}]}] is the first to go, and it's a wonder to be able to think of your accord when the lust peels away to reveal your old self. Then the flush from your [skinshort], the glaze from your eyes, and by the time you're fully free, it's effortless to let yourself drift off to paradise for a while.

The cathedral is gone when your eyes open some time later, and you instead find yourself lying [if (istaur) {on your side }]in the sandy shore of the lake. Your savior, too, has vanished, and as you blink into the [if (isday) {light|darkness}], all those memories lap at your mind like the waves upon the beach. It seemed so real, yet now that the world has returned, all that remains of where you once were are the ache in your [vagorass], the dried semen dotting [if (istaur) {the sands|your [skindesc][if (hascock) { and the sand}]}], and a suspicious lightness to your [inv] when you go to [if (isnaked) {gather your things|dress yourself}] and head back to camp.