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@devout-devours
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(Just a fun blog, kinda half rp-ing.)
Maniacal priest who is utterly devoted to what he worships! Sometimes has poignant things to say.
18+, there will likely be NSFT content! Likely to include rougher kinks. Switch/Verse.
Otherwise, if you’re open-minded and respectful you are quite welcome.
Prominent tags under cut:
Am I Your Creation or Are You Mine?
Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
And I’ll sin again.
What else were we meant to do, Father?
You put us in a world where the tender
Touch of passing hands between man
Is demonized.
Forgive me Father for I have lied,
And I’ll lie again.
What else should I say, Father,
When the world is enough
To make grown men cry?
Forgive me Father, if when I kneel
I do not say your name.
It doesn’t come off my lips like theirs,
I do not have a believers tongue.
Forgive me Father,
My prayers are not solid.
They are said in haste,
Treated like a superstition.
A “just in case”
Rather than an offering.
Maybe you should ask me
For forgiveness too, Father?
Worship me like your God?
Am I your creation,
Or are you mine?
Kneel before me, Father.
Lick my wounds,
For a God should not bleed as I have.
Love me wholly.
Satisfy my hunger
For the divine.
non-religious knight slyly swapping the "the Lord [god]" in his vows with "my Lord [Prince]" and accidentally making his Prince a minor deity. The knight is his first worshipper. (and worship he will)
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Down.
There you go, good servant, you look much cuter like that, squirming around on your knees. Don't be afraid dear, all I want is to see how well you can worship. Just relax and part those cute lips, plant soft, devoted kisses along my inner thighs and let my pull your hair to guide you as I please. Don't try to argue or resist, you'll just tire yourself out. Instead just enjoy my perfect scent, my divine physique, the way sweat trails along my curves, tracing my bust before gliding further down towards my crotch. Let yourself be guided by the trail as you drag your tongue along it, savoring my scent, my taste, my body. Lose yourself to me and you'll be rewarded. Be a good servant and I promise you'll get to do this much more often~
"Orgasm that'll make you see god" except it's you realizing that the person making you feel this way is a god in your eyes and you want nothing more than to keep worshipping them.
Okkk but....calling a priest "father" the first time i fuck him? Seeing his eyes widen as he realizes that turns him on? Delicious.
I GOTTA fuck him in his cassock with a rosary around his throat like a leash
Fucking a priest consumed by guilt but desperate for your touch. Begging you to stop and you do but then he's writhing and trying not to roll his hips but he just can't help it. The guilt worsening because now it's HIM that's making himself come. At least before he could have convinced himself it wasn't his fault
a priest doing his duty and listening to his parishoners' confessions on the other side of the confessional while he cockwarms a dildo in the shape of a demon cock, the knot of it slipping inside of him as he grinds down against it while listening to an unholy confession about thoughts of infidelity by one of his closest parishoners, taking a cock inside of him while his parishoner talks about how disgusting and depraved his dreams about being fucked by a man are.
"what should i do, father? i need your guidance."
he pushes him down on the dildo again at the desperate emotion in his voice.
"perhaps, my child, it is our lord's way of punishing you for your...fornications with Mrs. Maya. a punishment for being with a woman other than your wife."
"oh, father. dear father, what should i do to redeem myself in the eyes of our lord?"
"i can only make suggestions, you must choose in the end." he fought to keep his voice steady at the knot of it stretched his rim further than he ever thought possible, his eyes rolling in his head.
"what do you suggest then, father? whatever it is i am sure it is for the best."
"i would advise that you do not reject god's punishment. for only with punishment will you be cleansed. i suggest you act on these dreams. i suggest you allow another man into yourself to fulfil the lord's plan."
"and then i will be forgiven?"
"and then the lord will see you are his most willing servant."
"yes," the man sounded excited. "yes, i mean-- if that is what i must do then of course."
"come back to confess your sins to me when it is done. leave no detail unsaid to ensure you are properly forgiven."
"yes, father. of course, father, thank you."
the door to the confessional closes and another does not take his place. bracing a hand on either side of the booth, the priest fucks himself on the demon cock, the knot squelching in and out of him as he moans like a wanton whore for his lord before he cums in his cassock, clenching around the knot as though it has swelled, like he was a bitch in heat to be knotted and bred.
Cock warming a priest while my hand are tied above my head. Where I can’t do anything but bounce on it. Whenever I do start to move he slaps my exposed stomach with a ruler.
“Still, my child.”
He reprimands me then goes back to playing with my throbbing tdick.
Priest Kink less in the way of wanting to be dominated by a religious figure and more in the way that i drive a holy man to sin at my command and if he dares to try to repent i remind him in whatever way i see fit that he doesn't belong to god anymore.
you're on your knees, altar boy, and you're praying. not to god. to the hand tangled in your hair, pushing your face down into the crotch of the priest's robes. you're thankin' him for the weight on your tongue, the stretch in your jaw, the holy water that ain't water at all, leaking down your throat. "forgive me, father, for i have sinned." and he just laughs, deep and rough, "not yet, you haven't. but we're working on it."
straddling a priest on a pew, feeling his clothed cock stiffen under you. he tries to object, stammering, but you can tell he wants it just as much as you do. you wait, giving him every chance to truly stop you, to yell, to push you, anything. he doesn't. all he does is mutter prayers to god, not asking for this to end, but to be forgiven.
his prayers are replaced with pathetic, needy noises as you slowly grind against him. it takes practically no time for him to cum in his own pants.
he's crying silently, but it's okay. you kiss his face and lick his tears and whisper reassurances that no one will know. you're certain that this won't be the last time this happens, and that next time you won't be the one who has to initiate it.
kneeling on the ground between the priest's legs as he looks down at you from the pew. he shoves his boot between your legs and makes you ride it to earn forgiveness, a rosary in one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other. send post.
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Not priest kink as in "bless me, Father, for I have sinned" but priest kink as in "where is your god now, father?"
You ☝️. You get me.
The eyes gazing at the preacher, desperate for what they cannot have.
Their fingers crave the feeling of his hair entwined in their grasp.
Open panting mouths, drooling at the sight of holy light.
Crawl, parishioner. Seek the lord and be grateful. Beneath the pain I give is enlightenment. In every ounce of pleasure there is god.
But they crave the vessel, not the lord. And the sheep grow ravenous again.
Their bleating will not be silenced. Soon the priest drowns it out. It is always there, their desperation.
The body of Christ will not satisfy them, like the blood of a man.
The Holy Spirit could never touch them in the way a man of the cloth’s rough finger tips glide over soft skin.
When do sheep become wolves. When do preachers become the God. When do you earn what you desire.
The devout devours—the bread, the wine, the feast, the God
