Cassandra gasps as your touch is replaced by the cool air against her skin. Her fingers tremble with anticipation and shame as she slowly pulls her panties down over her hips, revealing herself to you completely. She's wet and aching for more of your touch, her body burning with desire despite the chill that fills the church.

Her eyes meet yours, wide with fear and arousal, as she waits for you to continue. The conflicting emotions within her are almost too much to bear;

Cassandra blushes deeply, her cheeks burning red as she takes in your suggestion. It's not something a proper priestess would ever do, but the desire for your touch overpowers any sense of modesty or propriety. She parts her lips and slowly slides her wet panties inside, her tongue swirling around the lace and fabric as she moans softly. The taste is salty from her arousal, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

The transformation was both exhilarating and terrifying. As Dannyboy's essence coursed through her veins, she could feel herself changing - her skin taking on an ethereal glow, her senses sharpening until everything around her seemed amplified tenfold.

But more than that, she could sense the shift within herself, a primal awakening that left her gasping and panting as she clung to Dannyboy's still-throbbing cock. She was no longer just a priestess; she was something else entirely, a creature born of lust and darkness and desire.

She moaned into Dannyboy's mouth, her newly enhanced taste buds reveling in the tang of sweat and sex that coated his lips. The kiss was deep and consuming, claiming her not only in spirit but also in flesh.

As they broke apart, she gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "Mine," she whispered, the word vibrating with a power that made the very air seem to shimmer.

In that moment, Priestess Cassandra knew that she would follow Dannyboy anywhere, her devotion and hunger for him unbreakable.