Wanton Desires
I was clean.
He adjusted the front of his trousers, where a large, hard bulge was now unmistakably tenting the fabric. My eyes went wide. Should that be happening?
“The Spirit’s work can be… taxing on the vessel that channels it,” he said, noticing my gaze. A new, hungry light was in his eyes. “The purification of a soul as deeply stained as yours is rarely a one-time event, my child. The corruption may… seep back.”
“What… What do you mean, Father?” I asked, not making a move to cover my body because I was so tired.