Creepy Priest นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It's nice to see you again child," a really old priest said walking toward me "Uhmm, have we met before?" He smiles at me "Of course, but you were still a lot younger, I see that the evil spirits are still disturbing you child, lucky that Tommy here knows what he's doing" I gasp, no way "You-you can see Tommy?" I asked surprised "of course, there's a lot of things the Lord blessed my eyes to gaze upon" "Wow, that's great, but please father can you help me? I don't know what's going on with me, I've been having these weird nightmares and visions" he touches my forehead and shuts his eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly lets go of me

He was gripping her hips, pulling her back into him to get as deep as possible. "Oh merciful God!" He cried out, fingers digging into her hips. She felt the penis squirting hot cum up her ass, filling her passage with its thick, sticky cream. After a minute the priest pulled out and she felt rivulets of sperm running out of her anus and down her thighs. She collapsed against the cross, sweaty and panting. "Now, my child," He said wearily from somewhere behind her. "I'm sure your father will enjoy that." ***

The priest’s face is shocked, stunned as he spins towards us, as Roger’s body collides with his, Roger’s paws slamming into his shoulders and knocking the priest hard to the floor, holding him down in the slushy grey water – I’m moving towards them, a shout on my lips, seeking to get behind the Priest – to block the obvious direction of his exit should he seek to run – and as I move past him I see the moment his face changes from surprise and fear to fury, to menace, to a gleeful kind of hate. I successfully block his exit, my own body tensed for any action, as Roger lowers his snarling face to the priests, warning him with body if not with words to stay still – But the priest bares his own

Orphanage Home: 213 Lukward Street, Los Angeles. She was shocked and didn’t put it into consideration until she saw another familiar writing on the paper. The old priest stated: “Fred and I. May the Heavenly Father forgive us.” Her eyes widened, confusion hit her hard. “Why would the old priest demand forgiveness from the Lord for him and Fred”? “What’s going on?” she gasped. The room became thick, each walls held secrets of decades. Tension grew. As Secrets are about to be unveiled.

"Mr. Moretti, this is highly irregular. There are no witnesses. There is no license—" I put my hand on my gun. "Begin." The Priest opened the book. His hands shook. "We are gathered here," he squeaked. I moved to Chloe's side. I stood close. I did not touch her. I smelled her. She smelled like soap and fear. It was better than the smell of gunpowder. "Do I have to say the obey part?" she whispered. "Because I feel like that's false advertising." I looked down at her. "You will say what is written."

She racked her brain, desperately trying to think of what to do, who to talk to next. And then, suddenly, as she saw the cross mounted on the wall above the table, it hit her: a priest. If anyone was qualified to know anything about the paranormal, about vampires, about the spiritual forces of good and evil, it would be a priest. The local priest, Father McMullen, was a good, kind man. She didn’t know him that well, but she knew enough to know he was accepting. He was the perfect person to talk to; he could not only give her comfort, but also give her guidance, tell her if she was crazy, and if not, tell her what to do. After all, the church still had an exorcism ritual, didn’t they? Maybe t

With his back facing them, he couldn't see the old priest's face, but he could sense his fear. "His curse was supposed to be exorcised in this very church. Everyone was prepared when the man suddenly turned," the old priest began to stutter. "I could hear the clashing sound of his bone. He was a man of similar height as me; yet that night he grew bigger, almost as though he had turned into a humongous bear. Everyone was then… they were all eaten by him." The old priest began to whisper prayers from between his lips, stumbling over a few words he uttered as he clasped his hands together.

The black priest stepped forward with a grunt, and even though his robes weren’t revealing anything, I can see his cock throbbing and begging to explore my deep cunt. “Fuck.” He said, and I felt a smile creeping up my lips as he placed his hand on my head and shoved me to my knees. Without a word, he lifted his robes and exposed his thick hard black cock. It was even bigger than I imagined, and the bigger the better. Ahh, I can’t wait for him to start drilling me. I can’t wait to start screaming while the priest pounds my cunt in this confessional. He fisted my hair and pulled my face towards him, and without waiting, I eagerly opened my mouth and began to take in his long, hard, veiny cock.

He got what he deserved, and that was all that mattered. After five minutes, the priest arrived wearing a white outfit as he held on to the white staff. Everything on him was white, including his hair and the rings on his nose and ears. It was so unsettling. "Greetings to the next Alphas of the Blood Moon Pack," he whispered. I nodded once. "Greetings, priest,’ I mumbled simply. He sat down on the black tiled carpet in the middle of Raven and me. I couldn’t believe the way that he seemed so collected despite losing an Alpha. Maybe, like me, he knew that father was a fucking monster and didn’t deserve one ounce of sympathy.

The aging priest stands under the arch looking over the gathering crowd. He’s wearing the traditional robes: a black smock embroidered with golden concentric circles around a howling wolf. Around his neck, he wears a white stole with the phases of the moon depicted on it in dark blue. Being a priest is somewhat of a pointless job in werewolf society – we rarely pray and we almost never visit the temple, but every priest I’ve ever met has a near-encyclopaedic knowledge of werewolf history, rituals, and laws.