Shana learned that the night she first bled on the altar stone—not from sacrifice, but from the weight of a god who wanted flesh more than prayer. Tona is no distant deity. He breathes in the space between thighs, in the salt-tongue gasp before surrender. And Shana? She is his favorite vessel.
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Lust is not the sin here. It is the scripture. And Shana
And Shana—eyes half-lidded, robe slipping from one shoulder—has memorized every verse.
The temple of Tona never asked for purity. It asked for hunger.