Rid Me Of This Troublesome Priest の小説・ストーリー

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

In excuse that she had not stumbled into the convent for no apperent reason, she decided that she was here because she wanted to see the father benerd. Charles Roach did not go into father bernerds room with her, and brother mark remained at the door. "D-did you know that the n-nuns were the first argueble feminist, mrs m-moorman? "Said the priest, he was atop his bed. Would never be able to get up without his wheel chair, they knew. Not after the accident. What she found to be quite shocking however, was the priest stating what mr Roach had actually said in her delusion. She was sick to the stomach because the man looked so ill."everyone will get their time doctor. "He was saying, but she w

the other person responded. … Zane overhears the conversation and looks behind him, seeing two figures covered in brown robes and whose faces are not visible. The two noticed that the destiny gem is glowing and pulsing rapidly. They stand up and look around, they notice Zane is staring at them. They approached him. The person grabs Zane's shirt by the neck and asks, "what are you looking at?! Mind your own business," the person angrily said. The other person behind pulls her hood down and taps the person in front, "Clarisse look, the destiny gem. It stopped pulsing, it must be him!"

My curiosity was just at the apex and they just… Just… what the…! “Resume?” Denver barked, his fury making the walls tremble. His glare swung toward the poor priest, who looked like he was about to faint. “Dare utter a single word, and I’ll rip your tongue out myself!” The priest froze, hands shaking, his lips snapping shut. The words of blessing withered in his throat. Bless your heart, old man! But then again, was this even a wedding anymore? Why did it feel like a battlefield with flowers as secret weapons?

"Depends on you. Be a good husband, and maybe he gets a window in his cell. Now shut up. We’re paying the officiant by the hour." The priest looks between us, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and pure dread. He’s seen enough Havenfall blood to know a forced union when he sees one. He starts the liturgy, his voice flat, like he’s reading a death warrant. Madeline parrots the words back, looking like the cat that finally caught the bird. The priest turns to me. Before he can open his mouth, the heavy oak doors at the back of the chapel blow open. The sound of splintering wood echoes off the stone walls.

Perhaps the goddess was asleep tonight, because, just like other prayers I had made today, it didn't work. The priest opened his eyes and looked at him. He wore that eerie smirk on his face again. I gulped. He start towards me. “Stay away!!” I screamed, shaking madly on the bed. The priest’s little helpers weighed me down, chanting that terrible mantra on and on until it was driving me crazy. “Shut up! Shut up!” I yelled. They pressed me even harder, begging me, their deity to stay calm and accept the elixir that will take me to my ascension.

Damien’s POV: Just before Sera could answer, the big doors of the ceremonial hall are swung open. The priest walked in, he was dressed in black. He is one of the few men I still trust. He looked calm, but he was worried. He looked at Sera and his face softened with concern. Then he looked at me and gave me a nod that said; “I see the mess you’ve created.” “Ready?” he asked softly. Sera jumped and grabbed her dress.

"It's nice to see you again child," a really old priest said walking toward me "Uhmm, have we met before?" He smiles at me "Of course, but you were still a lot younger, I see that the evil spirits are still disturbing you child, lucky that Tommy here knows what he's doing" I gasp, no way "You-you can see Tommy?" I asked surprised "of course, there's a lot of things the Lord blessed my eyes to gaze upon" "Wow, that's great, but please father can you help me? I don't know what's going on with me, I've been having these weird nightmares and visions" he touches my forehead and shuts his eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly lets go of me

the priest said. He obviously felt humiliated and insulted and ganged up by everyone. “You have been paid for this, haven’t you?” Colt asked warningly, daring the priest to deny it. “Okay, fine, fine, I already said this was a messy wedding to begin with,” the priest grumbled. “Just do your damn job,” Ruby told the priest. “Linda Luscious,” the priest continued with thinned lips. “Do you take Samuel Fury to be your husband?” He asked, skipping the other words attached.

“What the fuck did you bring here, Liam?” “I don’t know,” Liam said, but it sounded like he didn’t believe himself. His grip on my wrist tightened. I could feel his pulse under his skin, the warmth between us pulling tighter. The priest suddenly dropped to his knees. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered. His eyes darted to me, terrified. “She’s not meant to be an offering.” The room froze. Even the fire seemed to quiet. Cade turned to him. “What did you say?”