Novel & Cerita Priest Erotica

I held him there until every pulse finished. When I finally let him go, his chin was shiny and his eyes looked dazed. I fixed my habit slowly, tits still out for a second longer, then covered them. “Tomorrow night,” I said, voice soft but firm. “You’re going to do better. And if you’re good… maybe I’ll let you fuck me on the altar.” Footsteps echoed from the far end of the nave. Daniel jerked back like he’d been burned. I straightened, smoothed the habit down, and turned toward the sound — just as Father Elias stepped out of the sacristy doorway, keys jingling in his hand, eyes moving slowly between the two of us.

The others continued their worship around the central act—mouths on her tits, hands stroking her arms and sides, fingers occasionally reaching down to rub her clit in time with the priest’s rhythm. She was surrounded by heat and touch and the low chorus of moans from the watching bodies. Some of the congregation had begun to pleasure themselves or each other openly, the sight of the offering on the altar feeding their own arousal. The air grew thicker with the scent of sex. Candlelight gleamed on oiled skin and the wet junction where the priest’s cock disappeared into her again and again.

Wasn’t there a rule about priests abstaining from worldly sinful pleasures such as sex and alcohol? This priest that the young Baron brought back to his territory resembled a hooligan more than a holy man. Father Clarence would be shocked to see this heathen. “Oi! Are you the lad with impressive medical skills?” the drunken priest greeted and threw another sack of coins on the table, gambling his hand of cards with ladies in his lap. The underaged chef grimaced at how this NPC was sucking tongues with the local barmaid. He didn’t want to think about their complicated sleazy relationship as he wasn’t here to play cupid.

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." ***

"Hera, these are grave sins. What else?" "Group sins, Father," she confessed breathlessly, her hand now boldly slipping under her skirt, fingers dipping into her panties to circle her swollen clit. "I picture you sharing me with the other priests. Father Michael and Father Paul hold my arms while you fuck my face. Then they take turns— one in my pussy, one in my ass, double penetrating me on the church floor. dicks stretching both holes, their shafts rubbing through my thin walls. I scream around your dick as they dp me raw, cum swapping between holes."

as her walls clenched around him, hot and wet and alive. Yeess… deeper, Father. "She moaned" arching her breast forward..... Pretend it’s your cock violating every vow you've ever made.” He pumped helplessly, thumb finding the hard pearl of her clit. She rode his hand shamelessly, skirts bunched at her waist, breasts heaving. Within a minute her thighs began to shake. “fuckk!! this is sweeter than my imaginations, I’m about to come on a priest’s fingers,” she panted. “right here, In God’s house. While you watch.”

I sank all the way down until his thick cock filled me completely then started riding him hard with my hands on his shoulders for balance. My tits bounced in his face with every drop of my hips and he sucked on one leaking nipple hard while I moved. “Forgive me Father for I am sinning,” I whispered right against his ear, my voice shaky and broken with every bounce. “I am riding your priest cock like a whore in church my cunt is so full of you.” “Keep praying on my dick,” he groaned, gripping my ass and helping me slam down harder. “Say it louder while I breed this fertile pussy.”

The sounds of the church secretary bustling just outside the door make it feel forbidden and electric. He buries his face In my neck, teeth grazing my skin. I tangle my fingers in his hair, keeping him close, grinding harder as the need builds. My thighs tremble, his hands shake, and I know we’re both teetering on the edge. He pulls me tighter, whispering filthy confessions against my skin, things I never imagined a priest would say. It makes me wild, makes me want to shatter every rule just to hear what he’ll say next.

A low groan escaped his throat. He hadn’t come in over a decade. Not once since ordination. Tonight his balls felt heavy and full. His cock throbbed angrily in his fist. He wanted to pull it out and finish right there in the confessional, thinking about Sophia’s dripping cunt and filthy mouth. He let go at the last second, breathing hard, sweat on his forehead. This was wrong. Dangerously wrong. He was a priest. But as he sat there in the dark with his erection still raging, Father Elias wasn’t sure he could stop himself from wanting more.

He flicks it across my inner thighs, the bristles teasing the sensitive skin until I am shaking so hard I think I will fall. "Your body is a confession, Ivy," the Priest whispers, his voice thick with a dark, holy heat. "Look at the way you’re weeping for me. So much slickness for a woman who claims to be made of ice." He finally brings his fingers to my clit. They are coated in the hot oil, sliding over the swollen bud with what feels like a lightning strike. I jerk, my back arching off my heels, my head thrashing against his grip. The silver bit digs into the corners of my mouth as I fight the urge to scream.