Priest Of Corruption Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He worshipped the marks he’d made on her thighs with his tongue, then entered her with a slow, deep claiming that felt less like sex and more like a vow. As they lay entangled afterward, the rain pattering against the window, he knew this couldn’t last. Worlds this dark, this intense, always collapsed. Someone would see. A rumor would solidify. The Bishop would call. But for now, she was here, in his arms, marked by his hand, filled with his seed, utterly and completely his. He was no longer a priest. He was a monster who had found his perfect, willing victim. And she was no longer a parishioner. She was the girl who called him Daddy, who had led him out of the light and into a paradise of e

The fact that she was alive all this time is proof of how strong she is. Corruption can make anyone go mad when a person becomes corrupt. He starts to lose his mind, and hallucinations, nightmares, and insomnia become common and a person loses control over their power as well and can attack anyone. Dawn spoke as she looked so broken and fragile, “fucking bastards! Stefan and his father that bastard uncle of mine, with the help of the council they were able to corrupt me. And declared me as a threat to the coven, so they locked me here, they thought that I would die but I am also a tough nut to crack. I am not going to die that easily.

Goddess will not leave you," his voice came out strangled as he fought off the pain. I couldn't help but smirk. "You shouldn't lie to the person who has your life in the palm of their hand. The Goddess doesn't need a pretentious server like you. I'll be doing a favor to the Goddess by killing you," my answer earned me a heated glare from him. I was totally right. He was indeed an accomplished elder at one point in time but power and money corrupted him. It didn't take long for his loyalty to shift from the Goddess to money. His preaches were nothing but empty words aimed at fooling people into donating to him. I never trusted him and his damn shrine. I knew what he was after. I was after tha

Almost hypnotised by the sight of it, a blur of black smeared the edge of my vision, and I glanced across the road to see a priest crossing in front of a gelato parlour, a tan leather satchel clutched under his arm, his heavy, dark robes swishing behind him as he walked. I gasped and pushed myself instinctively closer to Ethan, who squeezed my hand in return, barely even giving the priest a second look. 'Not all priests are agents of the Council,' he said, as we continued to walk, and I glanced furtively back over my shoulder. 'Most of them genuinely believe that what they have dedicated their lives to, is the truth. They know no better.'

“Saint Christian fell when walking out to appease the dragon to bargain that he leave these lands, just as the legend says.” I stumble back. “What…?” The priest lays a hand upon my back. “Lucifer wears many faces,” he repeats, and I feel my stomach twist. “He thrills to corrupt without the use of force, and scars of past sins most often provide him the gateway.” I shake my head. “He wasn’t… You can’t mean...” “You lay with the devil himself, child,” he grates, calm expression rippling with just the faintest, uncontrollable undercurrent of revulsion. “Now you must be cleansed.”

Chapter 5 - Tempting New Recruits The first light of dawn crept through the stained-glass windows of the chapel, painting the altar in bloody reds and sinful golds. I stood there in my vestments, the heavy cross dangling against my chest like a mocking trophy. Mass was about to start, and the sisters were shuffling in, their habits rustling like dry leaves. But my mind wasn't on prayers. No, it was on Elena—sweet, broken Elena. I'd slipped those pills into her tea last nights, watched her eyes glaze over, then dragged her to my quarters. Stripped her bare, spread those pale thighs, and rammed my cock into her tight virgin pussy. She woke up sore, crying, and I just laughed. "See, Sister? I t

I honestly didn't know what to say to that, because he wasn't wrong, but at the same time, it was such a bleak outlook on things that I wanted to say that he was wrong. "So that's why you're here, trying to find a cure for the corruption, right? To change things for the better?" "I want to find the cure, yes, but I can't promise that anything will change if I do. There will always be wrong in the world, there will always be corrupt rulers, and just because it may or may not fix one problem doesn't mean it will change everything. We don't know if the people who are left are too far gone for help, their minds are just as damaged by the corruption as their bodies are, and we don't know that it'

The last thing Micah saw of them was Kailee on her knees, held down by force, Zayden struggling against a grip he could not break, his eyes burning with fury and helplessness as Micah was dragged away. The throne room was silent when Micah was thrown to the floor. Torches lined the walls, their light casting long shadows across polished stone. Gregory sat upon the throne, no longer bothering with illusion. The corruption crawled openly along his neck and face now, blackened veins etched against his skin like a map of everything he had become. The High Priestess stood at his side, hands folded, her smile thin and satisfied as she watched Micah struggle to his feet. Gregory leaned forward, res

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." ***

“I heard the way you pulled down your zipper when I started talking. You wanted this as much as I did.” I should have stepped back. I should have made the sign of the cross and sent her to pray a hundred rosaries. Instead, my hands moved on their own, reaching for her waist, and pulling her against me. The moment our bodies met, my cock surged fully hard again, pressing insistently against her through the layers of fabric. “This is wrong,” I muttered, even as my fingers dug into the soft curve of her hips. “We’re in God’s house. You’re a nun. I’m your priest.”