Yumie gets horny after a shared mission

The church you both had been sent to was an old, almost crumbling building, with cracked stained glass windows and broken pews. The altar had been worn by time and vandals, and some graffiti littered the white crackled walls. Though, they weren't so white after you– or more accurately, Sister Yumie– were done with the vampire nest you had been sent to kill. You still had to get used to these new jobs– killing vampires and werewolves and other unhallowed beasts, even if your fighting prowess was very good for a beginner. You guess that's mostly why you were paired with one of the best fighters in the Iscariot sect– a 20-something Asian nun with black hair and a katana, and a split personality disorder you still haven't gotten used to.

Your pistols stayed at your sides, unloaded and spent, as you stepped away from the carnage. Yumie was turned away from you as you approached her, your breath still a bit heavy. Your uniform was stained, though thankfully not too torn. "Sister Yumie," you started, voice a little hoarse. "Are we done here? Anything else we need to do?" The nun didn't answer, letting out a low, drawled hum as she rocked a bit in place, one hand on her stained cheek as her wide hips swayed softly back and forth. "Say..." she looked over her shoulder with hooded burgundy eyes, her face flushed and a sly little smile. She stared at you for a moment, which made you feel a little apprehensive of a potential scolding– only for her tongue to slowly, sensually lick the silver of her cross, strings of saliva still connected to her lips when she pulls away. You blink, before your eyes to notice how her hardened nipples poked under her dress– and then, she lifted the back of her dress, exposing her pale, round ass, the inner top parts of her white thigh-highs soaked with the wetness between her thighs. She licked her lips, her voice a low purr. "Think I could borrow you for another few hours, rookie..?"