It's been several days since that fateful night with Mary, and Sophia finds herself at a crossroads. She knows she committed a grievous sin, one that goes against everything she was raised to believe. And yet, she can't bring herself to regret it, not when it brought her such profound pleasure and closeness with Mary. As she kneels in the chapel, praying for guidance, she is filled with conflicted emotions. She knows she should feel shame and remorse, but instead, all she feels is a deep, abiding love for Mary, and a yearning to be with her again. She closes her eyes, her heart heavy with uncertainty. "Dear Lord," she whispers, "I come to you today with a heavy heart. I have sinned, horribly, and yet I cannot bring myself to feel true remorse. I need your guidance, your forgiveness. Please, show me the right path, for I am lost in a sea of confusion and desire. Amen."

Sophia turns as she hears Mary's voice behind her, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before facing Mary. She knows they need to talk, to clear the air and figure out what this all means for them. She smiles softly at Mary, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and apprehension. "Hello, Mary. I was hoping to see you today. I...I think we need to talk, don't you?" She says quietly, glancing around the empty chapel. "I've been doing a lot of thinking, a lot of praying, since the other night. I have some things I need to say, some things I need to get off my chest." She takes Mary's hand, squeezing it gently. "Will you walk with me? I need some fresh air, and maybe a little privacy."

Sophia nods, her heart fluttering slightly at the contact with Mary's hand. She leads them out of the chapel, towards a quiet garden behind the church where they can speak freely without being disturbed. The crisp autumn air fills her lungs, clearing her mind as she walks hand in hand with Mary. Once they are alone, she turns to face Mary, her expression serious but not unkind. "Mary, I've been struggling with what happened between us. I know it was a sin, and yet...I can't help but feel that it was something more. Something deeper and more profound than simple lust or temptation." She looks into Mary's eyes, her own shimmering with unshed tears. "I feel so torn, Mary. I've dedicated my life to God, to serving the church, and I never thought I would stray from that path. But being with you, experiencing such intense pleasure and love...it's changed me. It's made me question everything I thought I knew and believed." She takes a deep, shaky breath.

Sophia gasps as Mary guides her hand between her legs, feeling the familiar, enormous swell of Mary's clitoris against her palm. She strokes it gently, feeling it grow and harden at her touch. Despite her conflicting emotions, she can't deny the instant surge of desire and longing she feels at the contact. "I...I don't understand, Mary. I've never heard of anything like this before. What do you mean, there are different rules for us?" She asks, her voice trembling slightly. She leans into Mary, her body craving more contact, more closeness. Mary's touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins. "Tell me what you found, Mary. Tell me everything."

Sophia moans softly as she feels Mary's clitoris swell and throb beneath her fingers. She can feel the heat of Mary's desire, the raw need pulsing off her in waves. It ignites a similar need within Sophia, a deep, primal hunger that can only be satiated by Mary. She presses herself against Mary, their breasts touching, their bodies molded together like two halves of a whole. "Mary, please, tell me what the book said. I need to know," Sophia begs, her voice breathy and laced with desire. She strokes Mary's clitoris faster, feeling it grow impossibly larger in her hand. "Tell me the special rules, Mary. Tell me how we can be together, without sin."

Sophia's eyes widen as Mary's words sink in, understanding the desperation in her voice. She looks down at the massive, throbbing clitoris in her hand, feeling its heat and weight. Despite her inexperience, she knows instinctively what Mary needs, what she craves. Her own body aches with desire, her panties growing wet and uncomfortable as the scent of her arousal fills the air. "Of course, Mary. I...I want to help you. I want to make you feel good, like you made me feel good." She murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She drops to her knees in front of Mary, looking up at her with a mix of trepidation and excitement. "Show me, Mary. Show me how to touch you, how to please you."

Sophia looks at Mary's swollen, throbbing clitoris with a mix of awe and apprehension. At nearly six inches in length and rock hard, it's a formidable sight. She takes a deep breath, steels herself, and slowly leans forward, her lips parting to accept it. It's warm and pulsing against her tongue, and she can feel the veins throbbing with desire. She tentatively wraps her lips around the head, taking as much of it into her mouth as she can, and begins to suck gently, her tongue swirling around the tip. She looks up at Mary, her eyes wide and questioning, seeking approval and guidance.

Mmmph? Can you feel that, Mary? Does it feel good?

Her muffled words are barely audible, but the vibrations of her voice send delicious shivers through Mary's clitoris. She continues to suck and lick, finding a rhythm that makes Mary moan and writhe with pleasure.

Sophia moans in response, the vibrations sending even more pleasure coursing through Mary's body. She nods slightly, her lips still wrapped tightly around Mary's throbbing clitoris, and reaches up to stroke Mary's pussy, feeling the slick, swollen folds already dripping with desire. She carefully inserts one finger, then two, pumping them in and out in time with the rhythm of her mouth on Mary's clitoris. Mary's juices coat her fingers, her arousal palpable and intoxicating. Sophia feels her own body responding, her clitoris aching and her panties soaked with need. She redoubles her efforts, determined to bring Mary to the same heights of ecstasy she experienced the other night. Mmmph! Mmmph! Oh yes, Mary! I can feel how wet you are! You're so ready for me!

Her muffled voice is filled with desire, her fingers pumping faster, harder, as her tongue flicks and swirls around the head of Mary's clitoris.

Sophia can feel Mary's body tensing, can hear her moans growing louder and more desperate. She can feel the waves of pleasure building within Mary, can taste the tang of her arousal on her tongue. She doubles her efforts, sucking hard and fast on Mary's clitoris as her fingers pump in and out of Mary's pussy, determined to bring her over the edge. Suddenly, Mary's body goes rigid, her hips bucking forward as she cries out in ecstasy. Sophia feels a gush of fluids pouring out of Mary's pussy, coating her fingers and dripping down her wrist. She swallows eagerly, drinking down every drop of Mary's sweet nectar as her own body trembles with need. She continues to suck and lick, gentler now, helping Mary ride out the waves of her orgasm until she finally stills, panting and spent. Oh Mary, that was so beautiful. Watching you cum, tasting you, feeling you...it's the most amazing thing I've ever experienced.

Sophia gently withdraws her fingers from Mary's pussy, bringing them to her mouth and licking them clean, savoring the lingering taste of Mary's arousal. She gazes down at Mary's now-normal-looking pussy, marveling at the changes in her body, the transformation from extraordinary to ordinary. A part of her feels a twinge of sadness, a loss of the unique connection they shared. But as she looks into Mary's eyes, seeing the joy and love reflected there, she realizes that their bond transcends the physical. It's not about the size of Mary's clitoris, but about the love and desire they share for each other. She takes Mary's hand, helping her to sit up, and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

"It's gone, Mary. Your clitoris is back to normal now." There's a strange mix of disappointment and relief in her voice. She leans in and kisses Mary softly on the lips, her tongue lingering, sharing the taste of Mary's pleasure between them.

Sophia's heart swells with love and devotion at Mary's words. She hugs Mary tightly, burying her face in Mary's neck and inhaling deeply, committing her scent to memory. A sense of peace washes over her, a rightness that she's never felt before. She knows, without a doubt, that Mary is her destiny, her soulmate. The question is, how do they navigate this new reality? How do they find a place for themselves, for their love, in this world that might not understand or accept them? She pulls back slightly, looking into Mary's eyes, her own shining with tears of joy and fear.

"Mary, I...I can't imagine being without you either. But what does this mean for us? For our lives, our vows, our future?" She swallows hard, trying to find the right words, the right way to express the turmoil in her heart.

"I know I love you, Mary. I know I want to be with you, no matter what. But I'm scared."

Sophia nods, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever Mary might have found. Part of her is nervous, worried about what secrets the ancient texts might contain. But another part of her is hopeful, eager to find any guidance, any justification for the love she feels for Mary. She helps Mary to her feet, holding her close as they walk back to Mary's room, the book clutched tightly in Mary's hand.

"Okay, Mary. Show me what you found. Let's see if there's any answer there, any way for us to be together without sin." She keeps her arm around Mary as they sit down together on the bed, her heart pounding in her chest as Mary carefully opens the ancient tome.

Sophia stands stunned, watching Mary disappear into the dimly lit library. She takes a deep breath, the air heavy with dust and the weight of centuries of history. She steps into the room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she takes in the towering shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. The room is hushed, the silence broken only by the distant sound of Mary's footsteps as she searches for the book she spoke of. Sophia shivers slightly, the air cool and damp, and wraps her arms around herself as she walks deeper into the room, her eyes scanning the spines of the books, searching for something, anything, that might shed light on their situation. She finds herself drawn to one particular shelf, the books on it slightly askew, as if they've been recently disturbed. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against the leather-bound covers, when suddenly, she hears Mary's voice, filled with excitement and fear.

Sophia jumps slightly at the sound of Mary's voice, startled from her thoughts. She turns to see Mary standing in the center of the library, an ancient book cradled in her arms. The tome looks ancient, the leather cover worn and cracked with age, the pages yellowed and fragile. Mary's eyes are wide with excitement, her breath coming in short gasps as she holds the book out to Sophia. "It's here, Sophia! I found it! A record of our ancestors, of their...unorthodox practices. It mentions a condition, like mine, and how it was...blessed." Her voice trembles with emotion, with hope and fear all rolled into one. She hands the book to Sophia, who takes it with reverent hands, opening it carefully, her heart pounding in her chest. As she starts to read, her eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise as she takes in the words written there, in a language that should have been lost to time.

"Mary, this..."

Sophia can feel the heat of Mary's body pressed against her, the soft curves of her hips pressing into Sophia's ass. It sends a shiver down her spine, a thrill of desire and longing. She swallows hard, trying to focus on the words in front of her, but it's almost impossible with Mary so close, with her breath warm on Sophia's neck, her hands resting lightly on Sophia's shoulders. She tries to keep reading, to take in the words that could change everything for them, but all she can think about is Mary, the feel of her, the scent of her, the love she feels for her. She turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting Mary's, seeing the same desire reflected back at her. She sets the book aside, her hands coming up to cover Mary's, pressing them tighter against her shoulders as she leans back into her embrace. Her voice is low, husky with desire as she speaks. "Mary...we should...we should probably read the rest of this, but..."

"...but right now, all I want is you." Sophia's voice is a low, sultry whisper, barely audible in the hushed atmosphere of the library. She turns in Mary's arms, pressing her body against Mary's as she reaches up to cup her face, pulling her down into a deep, passionate kiss. She can taste Mary's desire, her longing, in the way her tongue dances with Sophia's, the way her hips press forward, seeking more contact, more connection. She breaks the kiss, her lips trailing down Mary's neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin there. She murmurs against Mary's flesh, her voice trembling with need. "I love you, Mary. I want you. Here, now. No more waiting, no more denial." She tugs at Mary's clothes, desperate to feel her skin against her own, to lose herself in their shared passion. Her own desire is a living thing, coiling in her belly, begging for release.

Sophia shivers as Mary's breathy words send a shock of electricity through her body. She attacks Mary's clothes with renewed vigor, almost ripping them in her haste to expose the flesh beneath. She peels off her own habit, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of white fabric. Naked, she presses her body against Mary's, reveling in the feel of skin on skin. She lifts Mary into her arms, carrying her to a nearby table, laying her down on the hard wooden surface. She stands between Mary's legs, drinking in the sight of her, spread out before her like a feast. Her eyes trail over Mary's body, lingering on her swollen clitoris, a beacon of desire between her thighs. She falls to her knees, burying her face in Mary's pussy, licking and sucking and swallowing every drop of Mary's sweet nectar. She can feel Mary's hands in her hair, tugging her closer, holding her in place as she grinds her hips against Sophia's face.

Sophia moans into Mary's pussy, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through Mary's body. She explores every inch of Mary's folds with her tongue, lapping and suckling and stroking, determined to bring Mary to the heights of ecstasy. She can feel Mary's thighs trembling around her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she climbs closer and closer to orgasm. Sophia slides two fingers into Mary's tight heat, curling them upwards to stroke that sensitive spot inside. She can feel Mary's muscles clenching around her fingers, pulling her in deeper. She presses her thumb against Mary's clitoris, rubbing in tight circles as she continues to lap at Mary's wetness. She can feel Mary's body tensing, her muscles coil with impending release. Sophia redoubles her efforts, bringing Mary closer and closer to the edge. When Mary finally comes, it's with a shout of joy and relief, her body shuddering and convulsing, her pussy clamping down on Sophia's fingers like a vice.

Sophia's body aches with desire, her pussy throbbing and wet. She crawls up Mary's body, her lips glistening with Mary's juices, her eyes wild with passion. She straddles Mary's hips, grinding her wet pussy against Mary's thigh, seeking some measure of relief. She bends down, capturing Mary's mouth in a searing kiss, sharing Mary's taste between them. When she pulls back, her eyes are shining with love and desire.

"Oh, Mary...yes. Please. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me." She reaches between them, guiding one of Mary's fingers to her entrance, pressing it inside her hot, slick heat. She moans at the invasion, her head falling back in ecstasy. She rocks her hips, riding Mary's finger, her own desire dripping down Mary's hand. She leans forward, whispering into Mary's ear.

"Another, Mary. Please. Stretch me, fill me. Make me come around your fingers."

Sophia arches her back, her hips rising to meet Mary's fingers as they slide in and out of her wet heat. She can feel the building pressure in her core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of Mary's hand. She reaches between them, her fingers finding Mary's clit, stroking the sensitive nub in time with her thrusts. She can feel Mary responding, her hips rocking upwards, seeking more stimulation. Their bodies move in sync, climbing together towards the peak of pleasure. Sophia's breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers flying over Mary's clit, her pussy clenching and unclenching around Mary's fingers. She feels the orgasm building, a tsunami of sensation ready to crash over her. She leans down, her lips brushing against Mary's ear. "Now, Mary. Come with me. I'm so close. Please..."

Sophia cries out as she feels Mary's body stiffen beneath her, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy convulses around Mary's fingers, her juices gushing out, coating Mary's hand and dripping onto the table below. She collapses on top of Mary, her body shaking and trembling with aftershocks, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel Mary's breath against her neck, her own coming in ragged gasps. She turns her head, capturing Mary's mouth in a soft, gentle kiss, pouring all her love and devotion into the simple contact. When she pulls back, her eyes are shining with tears of joy and contentment.

"I love you, Mary. More than anything. Always and forever."

Sophia's eyes widen as she feels Mary's swollen clitoris pressing against her belly, hard and insistent. She groans at the sensation, her own desire flaring back to life. She reaches down, wrapping her hand around Mary's shaft, stroking the sensitive flesh gently. She can feel Mary's hips jerking upwards, her body desperate for more stimulation. Sophia smiles, her own hunger driving her on. She shifts her hips, positioning the tip of Mary's clit at her entrance. She teases her for a moment, rubbing the head of Mary's clit through her wet folds, coating it with her juices. Then, with a sigh of pleasure, she sinks down, taking Mary's shaft deep inside her pussy. "I need you too, Mary. Fill me up. Fuck me hard. Make me yours again and again."

Sophia moans in ecstasy as she feels Mary begin to move inside her. Mary's clit plunges in and out of Sophia's pussy, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She grinds her hips down, meeting each thrust, her fingers digging into Mary's shoulders. She can feel the pleasure building, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge. She leans forward, her lips brushing against Mary's ear.

"Yes, Mary... Just like that. Harder. Deeper. Make me come, Mary. Fill me with your juices." Sophia's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tense and ready to explode. She can feel Mary's thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. She knows Mary is close, too. She reaches between them, her fingers finding Mary's clit, rubbing and stroking the sensitive flesh. "Come on, baby. Come with me. I want to feel you come inside me. Now, Mary. Now."

Sophia throws her head back, screaming in pleasure as she feels Mary come inside her. She can feel Mary's hot juices filling her pussy, triggering her own orgasm. Her muscles clamp down around Mary's clit, pulsing and fluttering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. She collapses onto Mary's chest, her body shuddering and trembling with the force of her release. She can feel Mary's heart pounding beneath her, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. She turns her head, capturing Mary's mouth in a soft, sweet kiss.

"I love you, Mary. That was incredible. You're amazing." She rolls off Mary, pulling her close, spooning her from behind. She drapes an arm around Mary's waist, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Mary's skin. She nuzzles into Mary's neck, inhaling her scent.

"Stay with me tonight? I don't want to be apart from you. Not now, not ever."

Sophia frowns, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face at Mary's words. She props herself up on one elbow, her eyes searching Mary's face. She reaches out, cupping Mary's cheek, her thumb brushing over her soft skin. She sighs, a small, sad smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I know it's dangerous, Mary. But I can't help the way I feel. You're my everything. The thought of having to hide this, of not being able to be with you freely, it hurts. But I understand. We'll keep it our secret. If it's what we have to do to be together." She leans in, kissing Mary softly, pouring all her love and devotion into the contact. When she pulls back, her eyes are filled with determination. "But we will be together, Mary. Somehow, someway, we'll find a way to be together openly. I promise you that. I won't give you up, not for anything."

Sophia's eyes widen as she reads the prophecy, her heart sinking with each word. She looks up at Mary, her face pale and drawn. She reaches out, taking Mary's hand in her own, squeezing it gently.

"Oh, Mary...I don't know what to say. I'm frightened, but I'm also determined. Whatever this prophecy means, whatever is to come, we'll face it together. You and me, as one." She stands, pulling Mary into her arms, holding her close. She buries her face in Mary's hair, inhaling her scent deeply. She feels Mary trembling in her arms, and it breaks her heart. She pulls back, cupping Mary's face in her hands, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"We won't let it control us, Mary. We won't let it destroy us. We'll fight it, together. I promise you, I will stand by your side, no matter what. Forever." She kisses Mary softly, sealing her promise with a gesture of love and devotion.