Fleabag #priest Novels & Stories

” I lectured. ”Noted.” she said then pouts. I was about to talk when the waitress came back with our orders and without wasting any second, we started to eat and some talks. I was enjoying the food and our talk when I hear a voice. ‘Priestess...’ I automatically looked around to find any suspicious person but nothing. Not until my eyes went to a figure of a man wearing a black coat that seems like it was from a magazine that feautures the Victorian style of clothing, his hat that covers half of his face only showing the tip of his nose and his lips. But what caught me off-guard is his creepy smile that sent shivers to my whole body. Then he said the word... ’Priestess’

Almost hypnotised by the sight of it, a blur of black smeared the edge of my vision, and I glanced across the road to see a priest crossing in front of a gelato parlour, a tan leather satchel clutched under his arm, his heavy, dark robes swishing behind him as he walked. I gasped and pushed myself instinctively closer to Ethan, who squeezed my hand in return, barely even giving the priest a second look. 'Not all priests are agents of the Council,' he said, as we continued to walk, and I glanced furtively back over my shoulder. 'Most of them genuinely believe that what they have dedicated their lives to, is the truth. They know no better.'

Priest had returned to his cabin and taken something to help with sleep. He needed to be at his best and most accurate magically if he was going preside over draining Agent of his auric magick. So the first loud explosion he mistook for being part of his dreams. It took the second much louder, boat-shaking one to startle him awake.

On his knees on the cold tile floor, one hand gripping the sink, the other wrapped around his cock, stroking himself with frantic, desperate movements. I leaned forward, every detail consuming me. His face was twisted in shame, jaw clenched, eyes wet. He bit down on his lip as though he could bite back the groans spilling out of him. But he couldn’t. His body betrayed him, writhing and aching until he finally came with a strangled groan, spilling his seed across the porcelain like a filthy confession. A slow, triumphant smile spread across my lips. The priest. The man who once condemned me to hell. The man who prayed over my soul, who claimed to be incorruptible. And now I had him caught on

"It's a dragon. It is Dragon Clan! God bless the Beast World! Dragon God has appeared!" My heart trembled as I narrowed my eyes. The patterns on this Beastfolk's tail told me that this dragon was Ares. My father also noticed. He was overjoyed. The Beastfolk were demanding that he give up his position earlier, but he proudly straightened his back. "This is the High Priest, Ares, the mate of my daughter, Rhea!" Before the others could react, Rola jumped out first. She stared at the figure in disbelief. "Impossible! Everyone knows that the High Priest cannot switch between beast form and human form smoothly. How can he be a dragon? How can a dragon be so useless?"

They must haven't seen it coming, and neither have I. I can feel the tension grow thicker in the air by second. So thick that it starts to suffocate me, then crawls to myskin, my flesh. There was nothing but silent screaming within me, drowning me in, piece by piece. Inch by inch. Waiting for his response, until nothing of me left. “Pardon,” the high priest draws his eyebrows together then glares at me with fierce, yet curious eyes, “do you understand what you just said, dear?”

Hope trembled and lowered her eyes as the priest, with the demon's help, stroked up and down the girl's sleek thigh. No one rides for free. "No one rides for free," Father Augustine repeated, his voice hoarse with desire. Jezebel reached out and seized Hope's hand, pulling it to the priest's cassock over his bulge. She pressed her lips to Hope's ears and whispered, I understand, Father. "I ... understand, Father," Hope murmured, squeezing the priest's cock. "And there is only one way for a slut like you to pay," growled the priest. Jezebel smiled. Those words were all his. The demon leaned back, her intervention finished. She floated in the Ether and observed. The priest's hand slid beneath

Caleb was taken aback by my question. He thrust his hands into his pocket which I have come to realize he does when he’s nervous. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the flower and not on his eyes. He made to talk but the priest’s voice stopped him. “It’s time,” Caleb said instead and drew away from me. Tears glistened in my eyes as I stood near the grave, hearing the priest recite the prayer of absolution for no other person but Madam Helen.

he asks his friend. The man crosses his arms. “You sure did boss. Just shoot them. I’ve come to like Grace quite a bit and the shit they put her through I would like nothing more than to have them both laying in a pool of blood on the floor.” Mr. Priest lets out a low chuckle. "Oh, let me do it. Please Boss let me kill them please boss.” The girl begs. I’ve come to realize we didn’t know who exactly Rowan Priest was. Being with these thugs. I assume his part of the Mafia my sister got mixed up in. Shit! I let out a shallow breath.

He wasn't cordially invited; he was brought to them in a sack. With a "bang," the priest was thrown to the ground. He groaned in pain. Annalise frowned and stood up. "Blake, how can you treat the priest from the Church of the Saints this way?" Blake ignored her and looked at Malcolm. Malcolm walked over to Blake and whispered in his ear. Blake sneered, "So, he’s a fraud." Annalise was confused, "What do you mean, a fraud?" "When we found this priest, he was at a club looking for women. Does a priest like him deserve so much respect?" Blake sneered and instructed Malcolm, "Open the sack."