Priest Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

Alexander’s Pov “Dearly beloved , we are here today to witness these two beautiful souls…” the priest starts , but all what he says falls upon deaf ears as I can not seem to play attention. My mind is running wild on how I would start ravishing her as soon as the recipient is over. I think of all the different ways I would take her tonight , the different ways I will make her scream in pleasure or pain , or both. I bite my lip as the thoughts make my dick harden. I try to think of something else as I do not want to get my member so hard that it shows to everyone – especially in a church.

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.

when the high priest appeared out of nowhere , Priest Rudolf was so scared that his legs turned limp " Of course , I'm back or else how will I see you using your power for you own gains with my own eyes " said The high priest with a sneer " No - no , you are wrong . Your holiness , this girl is really someone -" " Shut up !" snarled The high priest " Do you think I'm blind ?Open your eyes and see who this girl and who you are accusing !" The high priest snapped his fingers and the magic circling Chelsea vanished , in place of a woman witj fuchsia pink hair , stood another woman with blonde hair but similar features

Chapter 6 My pussy starts dripping the second Father Elias strides into the grand hall for evening vespers. One look from those dark, hungry eyes and slick heat soaks straight through my panties, making the rough wool of my habit rub against my swollen folds with every tiny shift of my knees on the cold stone. He is better than every other priest I have ever seen, shoulders broad under the black cassock, and when his gaze lands on me it feels like rough fingers sliding between my legs. My nipples harden instantly.

The priest: "Alone, in your father's house... perhaps that's better." The priest rises slowly and walks toward Miranda's unconscious body. He stands over her, his presence imposing, and speaks with fury. The priest: "Let her go, you vile parasite! Release her before the fires of judgment consume you! Release her now!" Miranda's body convulses violently, but her eyes remain closed, her soul trapped. The priest (his voice booming): "Release her, you filthy devil, before I finish you off here and now!" With sudden force, the priest seizes Miranda's throat, pressing down as his eyes blaze with holy and terrifying rage, as if to choke the darkness within her.

I wondered what the fuck her mind would be doing right now if she knew what I was doing. My brain halted in its tracks as I took in the well-dress black suit presence of Critsy walking in with two guards by his side in matching suits. His long red hair that went just passed his ears had to be taking all of the other guests by surprise but still there he stood. We made eye contact and I waited for him to look away in anger as he’d been for so long knowing I’d killed his companions but instead today he gave me a nod and smile then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it himself. My entire body exploded into goosebumps and I knew, the Crimson Priestess had struck again. This was why he was h

It is barbaric. Silently, I wonder if our Goddess feels their pain. Feels the sins of her people each time they decide to take fate into their own hands. I force my eyes open, not ready to smell the scent of burning flesh. Goosebumps prickle my skin at what I was about to witness, and a cold chill crept down the length of my spine. Ignoring the nauseating feeling, I head in the direction of the Priest’s office. Dusty books line the built in bookcase along the far wall. Everything abandoned, just as the church had been. Pulling the sixth book, I hear the wall click to the left of me.

"Mr. Moretti, this is highly irregular. There are no witnesses. There is no license—" I put my hand on my gun. "Begin." The Priest opened the book. His hands shook. "We are gathered here," he squeaked. I moved to Chloe's side. I stood close. I did not touch her. I smelled her. She smelled like soap and fear. It was better than the smell of gunpowder. "Do I have to say the obey part?" she whispered. "Because I feel like that's false advertising." I looked down at her. "You will say what is written."

Not pulling me closer in distance, but angling me inward, toward something buried deep beneath sanctified stone and ancient lies. They are not just holding her. They are preparing her. The word hits me during the third interrogation. This priest is older. Smarter. He smells of incense and long-practiced power. He does not scream when I drag him from his chambers and pin him to a pillar with one hand around his throat. “You feel it,” he rasps. “Don’t you?” I tighten my grip. “Speak,” I say calmly. “Or you die slowly.” Fear bleeds into his scent.