Priest Novels & Stories

“Well, I can’t disclose anything to anyone outside the faction and to any lower priest. But you have to understand that my superiors and the archbishop are people I cannot deny.” The priest who visited her wasn’t how she pictured a priest should be. He was bald with a scar on the left side of his head and a tattoo on his hands. The only thing priestly with him was the white robe he fashioned and the insignia of an X with spirals on it. “As long as it only stays to a small group of people. Now please assess her for any dark magic.” “You can untie her first.” Lord Rey

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

As they moved through the crowd, Adrian suddenly found himself face to face with the priest. “Hello, Adrian,” the priest greeted him warmly. “Hello, Father,” Adrian responded, his voice carrying a note of respect and gratitude. “It’s nice to have you here again,” the priest said. “I know it hasn’t been easy for you since your father passed. But remember, he’s in a better place now, and one day, we will all meet again in heaven, where we shall never be parted.” The priest’s words, though simple, carried a deep sense of comfort. Adrian nodded, feeling a wave of emotio

The priest was still praying out loud, his eyes squeezed shut and glued tightly to the floor. I leaned closer and took the heavy head of his ripe, swollen cock right into my warm mouth. A sudden chill must have settled deep inside the poor priest. For he shivered visibly right then, and his trembling hands reached out to firmly hold my head in place. “My child, you must answer Amen to every single prayer. Do you hear me?” the priest said while his glassy eyes rolled back into his head. His warm fingers wove deep into my hair, holding me captive. His heavy cock pulsed hard right inside my mouth.

She might hate me for life or she might end up becoming my friend but whatever she chooses to do I would respect it. I still had someone else to visit today, I walked to the address I was given, the address of the local priest. "Hello my dear, I heard you would come and see me," the priest said. He was a dubious priest, a lover of wine and a very useless person. Nonetheless he was still the only priest in town and we had to respect his position as a priest. "Yes, I would like to learn more about Christ," I said. "That is good, let us

I grew up here, it’s my home, and I feel safest when I’m here. I’m out of breath and ready to collapse by the time the priest reappears wearing the green and gold vestments. His beautiful honey-brown hair shimmers in the golden roof lights, which only enhances his otherworldly appearance. The priest simply ignores me. He turns his back to me and kneels in front of the cross to say his prayers. I stare at his broad back, my mouth dryer than sandpaper. An image of large, rough hands ripping my church dress off flashes through my head and I go a little weak in the knees.

She rolls her eyes, letting me see the inside of her black sockets. “No, but it is true that you are not the most patient person. Imagine this, he is celibate, has been for the longest time, and then comes you, who doesn’t know the meaning of being celibate. He definitely wants you, but all he has known for the last few years is celibacy, he is unsure how to navigate these waters, does not want to betray his faith too, because what is a priest without his faith?” I blink with renewed understanding, “I was going too fast.” I whisper.

Orion asks, worried, peering into the Priests bleary eyes. “Ah, my Prince,” the Priest murmurs, his voice shaky and uncertain as he finds his balance and looks uncertainly around at Orion and Anton, and then at Laila and I as we, too, dash over. “Orion the Penultimate – good boy – nice – steals my pens –“ “What?” Laila asks, looking up into Orion’s face as the Priest – clearly a bit senile – continues to murmur.

The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her. But the man speaking wasn’t a mafia boss. He was hot, tall—yes. But he was also a priest. A fucking hot priest. One I lusted for. Obsessed over. The one who made me touch myself at night, desperate and aching in ways I never thought I could. Enzo Romano. A walking sin wrapped in holiness. Long black hair he tied back into a ponytail, piercing gray eyes that looked right into your soul, and features so divine they made you believe God really did have favorites.

"Give me a fucking name or a lead. Something useful, or I swear, you'll wish that bullet you fired today had been in your own skull." He swallowed hard. "There's... there's a priest. He's a young guy. He goes by Father Elijah. He runs a small parish on the south side. Black Scorpion goes to him for... confession or advice. I don't know." I released him and straightened up. "See how easy that was?" The sniper exhaled, probably thinking the worst was over. It wasn't. "Clean it up," I told Roman. "And make sure he doesn't walk out of here."