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We had breakfast and the sexual tension on the table could be cut with a knife. After breakfast, the two priests guide me outside the dining hall to the chapel compound where they show me around until we get to a separate building which they told me is the library for just them both. Immediately we go in, they show me paintings of popes and some older priests that have worked in the chapel and died. Then they show me books and even read some parts out to me. While father Michael was reading a particular one, I couldn’t help but feel like that book had nothing holy in it from the way it spoke about kisses to breasts to being fruitful and multiplying on the face of the earth through sex.

an American occultist who had based his studies on the writings of the famous Aleister Crowley. The work that positioned him in different esoteric circles was the Black Bible, published in 1969, where he recorded the philosophical principles of the Church of Satan. The work remained more of a myth than a bedside book, and its slogans were relatively relegated. But in the 1970s, small circles of activists and fanatics in incense-drenched bookstores gained access to the Black Pope's magnum opus, and a not inconsiderable congregation of Satanists was created. Now, what do satanists believe? A chapter of the Black Bible is titled “Of Hell, the Devil and how to sell your soul”. It can hardly be

"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?"

Then, before I could stop myself, I opened G****e and typed: “How to make a priest fall for you.” For a second, I just stared at the screen, horrified by my own audacity. Then I pressed search. The results loaded almost instantly… and I swear, they were both ridiculous and terrifying. “Forbidden Love: 10 Signs Your Priest Might Secretly Be Into You.” “Seduction and Sin: Why Priests Fall for Women Like You.” “How to Make a Man of God Break His Vows (Caution: For Educational Purposes Only).”

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I didn't even mean to, but I bent over right in front of the Father as I reached down for the bible. When I realised what I was doing... I didn't stop. My hand grabbed the holy book while I felt my skirt ride up the back of my thighs, knowing that a priest was looking at me. Eventually I pulled myself up and saw Father Daniel's eyes quickly dart away. My pussy twitched knowing that he was checking me out. When I handed the bible back to him, I made sure that our fingers touched for a couple of seconds, which made sparks of electricity go through my body.

“Are you still pretending?” “I'm not pretending, Ezreal. I am a priest,” I whispered, though the words felt thin, unconvincing. He laughed softly. “A priest who moans when I touch him. A priest who begged with his body at night, even as his lips prayed for deliverance.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Do you think God didn’t notice?” Heat crawled up my neck. I forced my gaze to the crucifix above, clinging to it like a drowning man. “You will not shake me. I was deceived. I didn't want it.”