Priest Of Corruption Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My pleas were swallowed by the chanting, unheard, unwanted. Holy water hit my skin, a searing burn, and sizzled, like drops of acid. Smoke, acrid and metallic, rose from my arms, a horrifying testament to the corruption they claimed I harbored. "Possessed," the priest muttered, his eyes narrowed, filled with a righteous disgust. "She opens her legs and spreads evil."

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth but I knew she wanted something juicy something that could make her feel better about Rogan besting her. She seemed to ponder it for a moment. “So he’s a cheat,” she stated definitively. “Did you all hear that?” She stood up trying to get the room to be at her command but I saw differently for the first time the other priestesses did not look at her as they had twenty minutes ago instead, they looked at her in disappointment and new knowledge that she had it in her to abuse all of us however they all still nodded. “He’s nothing but a damn cheat! Well, we will show him. He thinks he can change our ways, and our traditions and make it as h

“Relax, Ciara. Just obey me and be free. You’re going to like it. I promise.” My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my clit. Blackmail. Guilt. Arousal. They twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was which. “Teach me,” he said softly. “Show me everything you’ve been doing with him.” So I did. I knelt on the cold stone floor exactly like I had for Father Chris. My hands shook as I opened the repentance book to the next chapter. My voice trembled as I started reading: “I renounce the sin of lust… I reject every impure touch that pulls me from grace…”

“ I know so, okay? I know so” “ So the fact that you were having an illicit relationship while being fully aware that you were a priest wasn't daring to God? It's the fact that the relationship is with an altar boy? Is that it? Is that what you mean?” I was almost screaming, actually not knowing why. It was probably because I was too scared to lose him, too scared to end what we had. “ Collins, listen, it's different”, he placed both of his hands on my shoulders, “ our case is different”.

I had been thinking of all the ways I would defend myself, but I came up empty. Nico seduced me and lured me to the bedroom in bondage with the promise of the best sex I had ever experienced. Then he left me tied in the bedroom so he could go and convince all my father’s men that he was the best fit to lead, which didn’t take much convincing. His reputation spoke for him. Not only was he revered in the world of legitimate business dealings, but he was also revered in the underworld.

The Bible says it clear in 1 Corinthians 6:19-20: “Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.” Glorify Him? Right now, all that mattered was burying myself in her, feeling her clench around me like the sweetest damnation. Professor rules be damned too—no fraternizing with students, no crossing that line where power meets desire. But here I was, priest and prof, ready to bend her over the desk and fuck her senseless, consequences crashing down like thunder. God, forgive me… but not yet. Not while she’s this close. “Mia…” I groaned so low into the side of

On his knees on the cold tile floor, one hand gripping the sink, the other wrapped around his cock, stroking himself with frantic, desperate movements. I leaned forward, every detail consuming me. His face was twisted in shame, jaw clenched, eyes wet. He bit down on his lip as though he could bite back the groans spilling out of him. But he couldn’t. His body betrayed him, writhing and aching until he finally came with a strangled groan, spilling his seed across the porcelain like a filthy confession. A slow, triumphant smile spread across my lips. The priest. The man who once condemned me to hell. The man who prayed over my soul, who claimed to be incorruptible. And now I had him caught on

The rot thickens here, sweetened by old magic that has gone wrong. My stomach turns, but I keep moving, one breath at a time. I skid through the gore, and my hands are blood slick and shaking. Behind me, the prisoner drags himself forward, grinning like a man who tasted death and found it lacking. Ahead, Kael shoulders bodies aside like broken branches. A priest lunges from a side passage, mouth bubbling with words spilling out, including curses and words stitched in rot. Kael grabs him by the throat mid-chant, crushes it with one savage squeeze, and tosses him aside without breaking stride.

Every time you raise the host, you will leak for me. Damien shuddered, ass still twitching around the buried length. The demon leaned down, lips brushing the priest’s ear. “Chapter two of your fall is complete. Tomorrow night… We finish it on the high altar during the consecration. With witnesses.” He pulled out slowly, leaving Damien gaping, leaking, ruined. The priest collapsed across the desecrated cloth, body trembling, mind quiet for the first time in years, filled instead with the echo of ridged heat and backwards Latin.

Christine took a purse from her maid Elena and handed it to Priest Clement, saying, "Priest, these fifty gold coins are a dedication to the gods. Liam also handed over a purse containing ten gold coins, which Priest Clement happily accepted. People in this world do not avoid talking about money face to face. Priests have to agree on a price in advance when they perform divine arts to heal the wounded. The lower ranks are even proud to receive rewards from the higher ones in person. As for the accusation of embezzlement, there is no need to worry. As long as you become a priest, your standard of living is much better than that of ordinary people, according to Church standards. A priest of the