Writer: The-Black-Manor
Subject: Now He Prays To You
Link: Tumblr / 31.12.2023
Author’s Notes: I love the idea of finding a priest on his knees, praying to his god with tears in his eyes; he’s looking for a miracle. I like thinking about coming up behind him and asking what’s wrong in a too-sweet tone. When he tells me his worries, I answer that his god isn’t going to answer, that they left their little human experiments behind long ago. And then I tell him that I can answer his prayers. He is resistant but desperate, and after some coaxing, he agrees. I cup his chin in my hand and lean forward to whisper in his ear.
“Let me show you what a real god can do.”
Now He Prays To You
You found your priest while he was praying during an exorcism one day. The exorcist gave him one task: Pray and do not stop praying. Even as you curled your slick, shadowy tentacles around his legs and neck, as you trailed your clawed hands beneath his shirt, as you wrapped your tail around his waist and pulled his ass against your bulge, as you licked his neck with a long, wet tongue, he prayed.
He continued to pray as you slid his trousers down below the swell of his ass cheeks and as you lined your huge, pointed head up with his entrance. He prayed as you grabbed his bulge over his pants and pushed inside of him, stretching him painfully. He prayed through gritted teeth when you pushed him to his hands and knees and fucked him like a dog.
His prayers began to falter as his hard cocked bobbed with each thrust, and you stopped when the words did. The exorcist yelled at him to keep going, and so he began again, and your thrusts did as well. He prayed and prayed and prayed while you used him like a toy, filling him with load after load, gallons of hot, fertile demon cum, and he prayed through each of his climaxes until you got bored with the charade and left him in a pool of seed and the exorcist in a pool of blood.
The house is empty now — it belongs to you — but the priest still finds himself there multiple times a week. He strips down and lies back on the crude altar he erected in your honor, and he sings the Lord’s prayers with his sweet, sweet voice while you have your way with him.
If he stops praying, you stop moving, and so he babbles outlines that are incomprehensible, barely even prayers anymore, even as his brain turns to mush and he’s blinded with pleasure. You found your priest during an exorcism when his only task was to pray. And now he prays to you.
Love this. Corrupting a priest is so high on my list of “must do’s” Thankis for posting
MMMMmmm! Love it! Agree that the corruption of a priest HAS TO BE the aim for all of us!