Priest Novels & Stories

People that have sworn to remain virgins or celibates for the rest of their lives. Immediately I see them, I feel my body tingle with excitement. Fuck this is not right. I’m here for deliverance not these stupid feelings I’ve been having all week but then they even look better than the photo I saw of them. Shit, shit, shit. They continued to walk closer and I finally got to fully see their faces and features. The first man or should I say priest was younger. Maybe in his twenties with dark brown curly hair like a bouquet of scattered flowers and eyes the color of hazel. Father Leonard.

His grip on my hand tightened as he helped me up the steps to stand before the priest, his movements gentle, making sure my dress draped perfectly around me. He adjusted the train with surprising gentleness, then straightened and caught the priest's eye. The priest was younger than I'd expected, maybe in his early fifties, with slightly grey hair at his temples. He didn't look old, exactly, but there was a hardness to him that spoke of a life lived outside normal church walls. He was dressed in traditional robes, but I could see the edge of a tattoo peeking out from beneath his collar. "Try not to

"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?

My priest is eating my pú'ssy in the church!! His tongue delved deep into my hole as his lips sucked on me. Father Daniels' fingers gripped at my ass cheeks and spread them apart as he made love to my cú'nt with his tongue. I was panting, and as I looked up I saw a giant wooden cross at the far end of the church. If it wasn't a priest eating me out, then I would feel guilty, but since it was... all I felt was pleasure.

My hands rested in my lap but my mind would not stay still. Father Elias stood near the altar arranging flowers for tomorrow’s service. He was young for a priest, only twenty-eight, with sharp jaw and kind dark eyes that made many women in the parish look longer than they should. His black cassock fit his tall frame perfectly. When he moved I could see the strength in his shoulders from years of helping at the shelter and carrying heavy crosses during processions.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

I kept my voice neutral even though hope was clawing up my throat. "This door." He traced the pattern without making contact. "I know this door, I've touched it thousands of times but I can't remember why or when." "You worked here." I moved beside him. "You were Father Damien Cross and this was your church and you heard confessions and gave sermons and tried to save souls you thought were worth more than your own." "That doesn't make sense." He was still staring at the door. "Why would I become a priest, what possible reason would make that seem like a good idea?"

The priest realized that his approach must be compassionate yet unwavering—a delicate dance between empathy and accountability. The weight of responsibility hung heavily on the priest's shoulders as he planned his meeting with Ronin. He understood that this encounter would be a pivotal moment, one that had the potential to change the course of Ronin's life and bring an end to the Masons' reign of terror. The priest resolved to approach Ronin not as an adversary, but as a voice of reason, hoping to ignite a flicker of self-reflection within him.