روايات وقصص ضمن The Priest Of Corruption

They crumble to the ground with the doors still wide open, waiting for them to escape. One by one, I silence them. All, except the priest. The priest crawls backward, bible clutched to his chest like it can save him. “Please,” he whispers. “You’ll make it worse. I’m a vessel of—” I cut his throat mid-sentence. His holy words bleed out with his blood, soaking the bible he’d used to judge me. The pages turn red. Scriptures drowned in sin. I tower over him, watching the light fade from his eyes.

“ 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 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

Way 21: Corrupted by the Priest Chapter 1: The First Confession I had always been a good girl. At least, that’s what everyone believed — including my husband, Daniel. We were the perfect young Christian couple in our tight-knit community. I volunteered at the church, taught Sunday school, and never missed a service. But beneath the modest dresses and polite smiles, I was burning. Father Elias was the one who lit the match. He was 42, tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing gray eyes and a deep, commanding voice that made the entire congregation hang on his every word. There was something dangerously magnetic about him. Something that felt more powerful than holy.

I thought I could even sense a hint of bitterness, but hopefully, I would soon be forgiven. "Seeking your advice, Padre," I said in Latin, proving I knew the holy language. "What crimes have these men committed?" "They’re Scots, my child," the priest answered in the same language, looking down on me like he literally thought I was a child. Oh God, I hate men, I thought bitterly to myself, and had to fight the urge to literally want to scratch his eyes out. But I remained in character and played on my innocent appearance. "They’ve committed crimes against the Crown by inciting scurries and talk about---"

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'

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.'

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

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." ***

Raul could not understand the situation. “Don’t be stupid.” The priest scoffed. “I know that you must have seen a lot of betrayals in your time but this guy here would never betray you. Take it from me coz I have tried to break him but he’s a hard one.” He paused and exhaled. “But he’s offered his body for today.” He chuckled. “Liar!” Hayley cursed. “Anyway, we don’t time to waste. I need to get going now.” The priest cut in.