The Priest Of Corruption Novels & Stories

Only when the worst of their shaking had eased did Alaric sit across from them. “Now,” he said quietly, nodding once to Declan. “Tell me.” Declan did not hesitate. “There was a Farisee,” he began, voice steady despite the weight of it. “But corrupted. Not wounded. Not unbalanced. This was something else entirely.” His jaw tightened. “I have never seen corruption like that in one of our own. Not in records. Not in rumor. Not even in the oldest forbidden accounts.” Alaric’s fingers curled slowly against the table.

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.

“Then why do your knees press to the ground like a supplicant’s... and not a priest’s?” Jacquiem’s breath caught. The High Priest took a step forward, fingers tightening around his staff. “His corruption is deep. You will undergo another cleansing, Jacquiem. The taint must be,” “There is no taint.” The words came before Jacquiem could stop them. Silence. The High Priest’s gaze narrowed. “What did you say?” Jacquiem slowly rose, his eyes never leaving the figure shackled within divine fire. “There is no taint,” he repeated. “Not from him. Not from me. What you’re trying to burn away isn’t corruption. It’s-”

Chapter 2: The Altar of Ruin Trope:Forbidden / Clergy / Corruption Heat Level:[NOIR X3] "Look at what you’ve done to me." His voice didn't just break the silence.. it shattered it. He hauled me out of the confessional, his hand clamped around my wrist so tightly I could feel the ridge of his callous pressing into my bone. He wasn't the man of God anymore. He was just a man, sweating and shaking, his eyes dark with a decade of repressed hunger.

A corruption. The demon held the door, watching her with its eerie, bright red eyes, obviously savoring the realization dawning in her eyes, “Do you understand now? I took Eleanor’s baby before it was even born to this world; I corrupted and replaced parts of its soul with mine. With every drop of life you have forced her to take, I get to devour whatever human soul she has bit by bit… until there was nothing left but a soulless, ignorant puppet for Sir Hans Bathory to get rid of. Why do you think it had been so easy for him to finish the job? A mere mortal, even a descendant of Sans, could not possibly kill a demon’s vessel, unless it was already weak and on its last breath, you wretched fo

They all became made men before they turned thirteen. And to be a made man, you had to kill someone. They were killing machines without feelings. Especially the oldest, Nico DeLuca. He was the worst of them all. I heard stories that he skinned people who wronged him. He always wore a suit and acted like an upstanding businessman. However, the rumors of his mafia background lingered. It was like an open secret that he wasn’t legitimate. Over the years, Samson has struggled with knowing how Nico kept his money.

I drank it like the depraved whore I was, the salty, holy mixture sliding down my throat. Father Dominic wasn’t done with his ultimate corruption. He laid me fully on the main altar, completely naked now, habit discarded on the floor. He took the large crucifix and fucked my cum-filled pussy with it while jerking his cock over my body. Hot wax from the altar candles dripped onto my clit, nipples, and tongue. I came one final time — screaming openly now that we were alone — as he painted my entire body with the last of his load, marking my tits, face, veil, and swollen belly.

"Why has he changed so much? I used to know Matteo before he became a priest, he grew up here in Rome, but he was way older than I was then, so we never engaged in any form of familiarity. I wondered how much of unease I'll have to be dealing with now that he be our priest and I have to sit in front row with my parents. It's more like facing your demons, but this one is clothed in white and cream. I tried not to stare too hard or too focused on him but the more I look, the more I want to see. My palm became sweaty, and I could feel a growing moisture between my tights. A loud clapping shrugged me back to reality, I was obviously confused, but I clapped too. I could see the happiness on my da

The high priest stood before the incubator, the phiols with the forbidden blood in the one hand, a modified injection gun in the other. He turned to Raven Um. His face was disfigured by dark scars, his eyes burned before fanatic fire. “You’re late, seeker,” the priest whispered, and his voice echoed unnaturally loud from the Obsidian walls. “The time of false peace is by. Elora's dream is a lie. This world was built for predators. For rule of the stronger.” “Let the phiole down, or I force you to do so,” said Raven threateningly calmly. He raised

He fingered me to orgasm while whispering how he wanted to fuck me on the altar one day. I knew then that I had him completely. The good priest was gone. In his place was a man addicted to my young body. And I was addicted to corrupting him. There were still so many sins left for us to commit. I wanted him to take me in every corner of the church. I wanted him to fuck me during confession. I wanted him to breed me and watch my belly grow with the child of a man who once served God. And from the way he looked at me now I knew he wanted all of it too.