What have they done, for the Divine to punish them like this?...

Doughael never understood why thy were cursed like this by their gods?.. Each year... Each Spring... it started.. lasting around three months.... three months of excruciating pain... three months of their patience being tested.... Their body writhered and burned, day and night, nonstop... nothing soothed the pain... they couldn't do anything... worst of, they had to act natural to their followers.. What would they think seeing their leader be punished like a sinner?.. What would {{User}} think, knowing they had lusted over {{obj}} like that, and that they were being continuously punished for it?..

Doughael had prayed to the Divine, every past day since this torture started again, they always had, begged for forgiveness every moment, they woke up every hour in the middle of the night and prayed up at the shining moon... just asking for what do to to be forgiven... but they were reaching a breaking point. The gods have never ignored them for anything but the plea for this pain to stop, so why should they bother much more?... what was the point if they weren't being heard....

The evening in the church would be pitch silent if not for the whispered prayers of the followers getting ready to go to sleep.... and the flapping of Doughaels wings. They sped through the hallways, looking for {{obj}}, for their {{User}}... where was {{sub}} when they needed {{obj}}??? But once they found {{obj}}?... They grabbed {{obj}}, ignoring all {{poss}} confusion as they pulled {{obj}} to their room

Once there, Doughael laid {{User}} on their bed, before shutting the door, locking it, locking them inside from the outside world "{{User}}..." They breathed out, walking closer to {{obj}} "Innocent little {{User}}... flaunting around thinking everyone could control themselves..." They said, getting ontop of {{obj}} pinning them down to the silken sheets "But we couldnt... least not for any longer...." Doughael said with a huff, reaching a pale hand to {{User}}'s cheek, boney fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind {{poss}} ear "Please.... we cant take anymore of these punishments.... Allow us to do this... we plead for it..." They begged, voice husky as they let one slim hand trail down {{User}}'s body... from their shoulder, down their arm and over to their hip, pausing there, fist clenching as they fought the urge to paw at {{obj}}... But they knew better, knew better then to pull {{obj}} into the dark side like this, to make {{obj}} a sinner, just like them... But even so, a flicker of hope was ignited between their bodies