His Sinful Possession Novels & Stories

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

“I’ve been thinking I’m special. That I own a piece of you. I need… correction.” He understood. The hunger had evolved. The initial frenzy of possession needed structure, a liturgy of its own. Pain was the sacrament she craved. “Stand up,” he ordered, his voice low and devoid of its priestly cadence. It was the voice of a master. She obeyed, her eyes downcast. He picked up the hairbrush, running his thumb over the smooth, cool back. “Pride is a mortal sin,” he intoned, circling her. “It must be beaten out. Count.”

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

In the end, it was similar to possessing because the flesh was completely controlled by others. The Mystic Maiden said, "Heaven and earth have rules, the sacred has order. Possessing is a very low-end operation because it is simple and crude. There are great disadvantages too. The more godly the character, the less likely possession will happen. This is because god has an order, and possessing will incur backlash. The loss is not worth the gain. Even if one is successful, there is nothing to glorify. But, to plant a soul was to completely and utterly turn someone else into yourself. Taking someone's body and soul means taking away their destiny and Heavenly Path of God, which is equivalent t

A sign the conversation is done. "Am I a puppet as well?" he asked looking back at her but all he received source, a silence that answered his question rather loudly. He is a pawn in her game, a pawn she used, to get Josh out of prison. Only he knows how many strings he pulled, but now he realized, no matter what he does, he can never help this woman. Obsession and Greed are two sins that empty human people from the inside to the point instead of people controlling themselves, these two sins start controlling them.

“The sin that is viewed as the rebellion against God, where it presumes to possess excellence and glory that belong to God alone. Wherein the danger of which is that most people are unaware of their pridefulness.” Now holding the first box as he already knows to whom he should give it to and have the experiment to see and to give birth to the future embodiment of it. She opens the second box as a golden-brown color flame illuminated along with its ball-like of fire that represents its soul. She then introduces as she lay the foundation of the chosen sin. “Greed.” Snapping her finger as the numbing and chomping noises of people eating like there are no tomorrow echoes to the entire room.

'His hypnotic gaze contained a divine and magnetic pull, shackling me to the hellish abyss, tempting, irresistible, frozen and dark, A sin he appeared yet I craved the passion to burn my very insides with the sweet poison, forbidden, incomsumable and deadly, yet the predator too desirous for the sinless in his captivity' 9 days later..

It's not fair, that this man has come into my life, disguised as an angel, when in reality he was Lucifer himself. I remember a song, by one of my favorite singers, that says: he's handsome as hell. Because I guess sin and temptation, have their appeal, and sometimes it's hard to say no. But sin and temptation always have their appeal. But sin and temptation will always have the same ending, guilt, and regret that makes you ache to your very soul.

I was shackled, not by chains but by his gaze—a prison I had willingly stepped into. Every inch of my skin tingled under his intense scrutiny, under the weight of his possessive stare. This wasn't a man who would simply let me walk away. No, he was the kind that thrived on power, the kind who would stake his claim and carve his initials into your very soul.