Damian Priest Tattoos Novels & Stories

"You were the destined mate the Moon Goddess showed me. "I swore a sacred oath to her—to give you my loyalty this night of the Blood Moon. I beg you, grant me one more chance to fulfill that vow, to complete our mark." Damian lowered his head, pressing his lips to the ground before me with reverent devotion. "I swear to the Moon Goddess that from this morning, I'll honor you. Everything I have, I'll give to you and our pup. I swear it. I swear—" Here, he was no longer the proud Alpha. He was simply a humble, devout believer, begging for my forgiveness.

That's when I knew I could not do what he did to me. I couldn't reject him. "I do." Damien is visibly relaxed. "Do you also swear to serve and protect this pack as long as you have breath?" The priest asked me, her eyes boring holes into my skull. Creepy. "I do," I repeated. She recited the same words to Damien, and his response was a lot faster than mine. The priest slit both our palms and our blood into the bowl. Others might not have noticed it, but I did. When she recited another chant, her eyes widened by a fraction when she looked into the bowl.

The same look that once destroyed me… now fed me. I walked toward him slowly, every step measured, my spine straight, my chin lifted. I didn’t look for Valerio. I didn’t look for Elara. I didn’t need to. Damien took my hands when I reached him. They trembled slightly. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. I smiled. “So they say.” The priest began, voice calm, practiced. Words about love. Commitment. Redemption. I listened with half an ear, letting the familiar rhythm wash over me.

Damian willingly offered his hand, presenting it to Mathias. With precision, Mathias pricked Damian's index finger using the sharp edge of his pen, causing droplets of blood to fall onto the map. "What comes next?" Damian impatiently inquired, his tone reflecting his eagerness. Mathias couldn't help but smile. "Just this once, exercise a little patience, my friend," Mathias replied, mimicking Damian's previous words. Damian responded with a smirk. Mathias closed his eyes, beginning to chant mysterious incantations. "enzi fathi eziv vantuxx El dia tellizzz..."

But Damian's brow was furrowed, his eyes darting between me and the High Priestess, like he suspected something. I forced a smile, trying to change the subject, my voice as sweet as I could make it: "Damian, didn't you say... you weren't feeling well? I'll go to the Moon Goddess Cave and channel some soul essence for you." At the mention of soul essence, Damian's eyes lit up with urgency. My willingness to put his needs first, even after "miscarrying," seemed to erase any doubts he had. He put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close as he led me towards the Moon Goddess Cave. He even whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my sensitive earlobe:

Lucian smiled and walked slowly to the living room, taking off his goggles, the two men backed away from him and he settled himself on the sofa opposite them, a small smile on his face, “oh you know who I am, the minute you started sinning, you know who I am and you know you would meet me someday and that someday, is today.” The two men looked at each other and then back at him, “what the hell are you talking about?” One of them asked and they all looked up when they heard noises on the stairs to see Lolita and Samantha watching them. Seeing what was going on, Lolita pulled Samantha into her arms immediately, her eyes going to Lucian who only glanced at her and looked away at the same time.

He and his troops were safe for the time being. An hour later, they moved on to discuss their next problem on the agenda: a private envoy. They needed the discretion of the young boy at Dairy Valley. Damian, a priest, has been ordered to alert the elder and tell the boy about him being chosen as an envoy. Tristan thought. One of them voiced the trouble, “What you are asking of us, sir, is the greatest danger we have put up with yet. Why not turn all the human knights into one of us.”

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Pastor Damien didn’t miss a beat. His deep preaching voice rolled out steady and commanding over the speakers, all fire and brimstone about resisting sin, while his thick tattooed fingers shoved my soaked panties to the side and dragged rough along my slippery pussy lips. “That’s right, brothers and sisters,” he growled into his own mic, “the flesh is weak… but the Lord gives us strength.” His fingers circled my swollen clit slow and mean, pressing hard enough to make my knees buckle. I kept singing, my voice cracking on the high notes, “Guide me, O thou great… ah… Redeemer…”

However, I wasn't going to rush. Damian watched me, and my eyes dropped from his face to his crossed arms. The sleeves of his white shirt was rolled up, showcasing his tattooed and toned forearms. I ran my gaze from his chest to his stomach until I landed on his crotch. I smirked-fucker was acting all bold for nothing while his dick was hard just looking at me.