The new priest in your little village, Sevika, has caught your eye, but as an inexperienced virgin you have no idea how to deal with these feelings.
tw: g!p priest!sevika, virgin!reader, object insertion, coercion, religious trauma, breeding kink, fingering, pussy inspection, corruption kink
warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.
*virginity is a construct, never let anyone coerce you to lose it, this is purely fiction*
Mousey. That’s how everyone described you. Growing up in your small village you were teased relentlessly for it, all the other young girls would gossip and make fun of you for your modest behaviour and lack of experience with boys. When they were off sneaking out late at night to meet their boyfriends in barns or at the local dance hall, you were at home reading your bible, studying up on passages so you could impress the priest with your knowledge.
Last winter the old priest had died in his sleep, called back to god to continue fulfilling his calling up in heaven. He was replaced by someone new, a priest quite different from those you had seen before… tall, muscular and imposing. Sevika commanded the congregation to listen to her sermons with her intimidating presence alone.
From the moment you had laid your eyes on the priest you had felt a strange tingling sensation deep within your loins. There was just something about the way her dark skin seemed to glow under the candle light of the church, her deep richness of her voice as she led you in prayer, and you couldn’t forget those grey stormy eyes and the way they seemed to pierce into your soul.
Never before had another person made you feel this way… you immediately thought that perhaps you’d been taken ill, maybe the flushed hue of your cheeks and sweaty palms were signs of a sickness you’d caught.
It took you several days to figure out that Sevika was the cause of your illness, since every time you thought about the way her robes fit around her toned body as she preached to the village folk the symptoms would return in full force. And annoyingly this was often, no matter where you were she was in your mind. Whilst you completed your chores around the house the idea of her touching you under your heavy skirts flashed into your mind, sometimes as you helped prepare the evening meal for your mother and father you saw a vision of the priest’s fingers lingering on your lips as she fed you communion… but the most concerning thought you had came to you whilst you studied your bible… Images of the older woman knelt behind you with her fingers buried deep inside your wet cunt as you knelt at the alter and recited the Lord’s Prayer occupied your mind. She’d speed up the pumping of her fingers as you recited the holy words perfectly, whispering praises in your ears as she went, but every time you got too distracted and slipped up she’d tut at you and slow down causing you to whine pathetically for her.
These visions and thoughts plagued your every moment waking or not. You found that in church you were unable to make eye contact with the priest, every time you received your holy communion you’d tremble and shake in her mere presence. This was only made worse by your well meaning mother inquiring about a job for you to clean the church every evening. She told you that she was worried about your connection to God recently as you’d seemed so distracted in church, surely spending more time in the old building getting closer to your Lord and the priest would only do you some good?! You mentally cursed your mother for putting you forward for the role but secretly a part of you was elated, you’d be spending more time in Sevika’s presence!
The evening you were due to begin your new job you had left the house you shared with your parents dressed in an appropriately modest dress with your winter jacket, hat, gloves and scarf since it was the dead of winter and the ground was covered in snow. After a long trudge through town you made it to the church, pulled on the heavy door and slipped into the old building.
Nobody seemed to be around yet all the candles were lit, illuminating the hallowed space. Luckily your mother had handed you a rota of tasks to complete each evening so you got to work.
Shedding your winter accessories you wondered towards the back of the building where you knew the cleaning cupboard was and helped yourself to a scrub brush and a bucket. After finding a tap you filled your bucket and started to clean.
A few hours seemed to pass this way as you scrubbed down the floor, small beads of sweat dripped down the back of your neck as you worked, your hands stiff and tired from the labour. The priest never showed her face, leaving you to guess she was too busy to check in on the lowly cleaner.
Once you’d finished scrubbing the floor you emptied your bucket, returning the cleaning supplies before you gathered your winter clothing items and readied yourself to leave.
A few nights passed this way, each day you completed another chore on the list but never once did Sevika turn up to check on you.
During the hours of unsupervised cleaning your mind seemed to wonder, every evening a new fantasy of your priest occupied your mind. The church’s scent of incense and wood filled your nose and you found you wondered if Sevika also smelt of it… your tummy would warm at the thought as you felt a tingling sensation grow in your virgin pussy. Briefly you considered how naughty your thoughts were, surely god would think badly of you for your whorish behaviour.
On the fifth night you looked at your chore rota and saw your job for the night was tidying the priest’s office. Secretly you wished you’d bump into Sevika tonight…
You gathered your supplies from the cupboard made your way to the priest’s quarters. Brushing down your dress and running a hand through your hair you gathered your nerves to knock on the door to the office. A deep “Come in” sounded from the other side, causing a jolt of excitement to pulse through you. Steeling your nerves you opened the door and slipped inside.
There she was, your priest, sat at her desk scribbling away at a letter. Her broad shoulders filled out her robes nicely, her dark hair glistened in the low light of the room, but what caught your eye the most was her smile… there was something in it that you just couldn’t read.
“My apologies for disturbing you M’am. I’m here to clean your office” you muttered as you looked down at the floor. You heard a small amused huff escape the priest’s lips.
“There’s no need to be nervous my child. Go ahead” she responded in a calm tone. Her attention returned to her work, pen once again scratching at paper.
You took that as you sign to start working again, reaching into your supply bucket to retrieve your duster. Slowly you moved around the room, dusting down old religious artefacts, most of which had been left by the old priest when he’d died. The sound of Sevika working was your only distraction from the boredom of your job. Occasionally she’d let out a stressed out sigh or a displeased grumble, but mostly she shuffled around papers, reading through her recent correspondences.
As you continued working away you wished you had the confidence to speak with her, to maybe ask her about her opinions on what makes a good pious girl… but you kept silence. Only when you realised your next task was to tidy her desk of rubbish did you nervously speak up. Turning to stand in front of the priest’s desk you spoke quietly, “Urm… my apologies… I need to clean your desk but I know you’re busy… I can wait till you’re finished”. Awkwardly you rang the duster in your hands and looked down at the worn rug on the floor, awaiting the priest’s response. But she was silent.
Daring a glance at her, you looked up to meet her gaze. You felt that familiar jolt of nervous pleasure as you locked eyes with the priest’s stony grey ones. You were lost for words, your lips slightly quivering as you waited for a response still. Sevika appeared to be taking you in, her eyes confidently roamed your face, then down to your shoulders, taking in the way your modest dress still clung to your body.
“I know why you’re so nervous around me… you don’t hide it well” Sevika finally said as her eyes focused back on your face. “Huh?” you replied almost dumbly. Sevika huffed a laugh at your reply as she stood, her large hands planting themselves on the wooden surface as pushed her chair back. Slowly she came from behind the desk and walked towards you, the height difference between you both now more apparent than ever. Sevika circled you as you stood stiff, more nervous in her presence than ever before, surely this close she could smell the arousal between your thighs?
The priest stopped her movements, standing directly behind you, close enough that her breath was tickling your neck. “You’re nervous because you’re a sinner…” came her deep voice, in a dark low tone. Shock ran up your spine in response, you weren’t a sinner! Unless… lusting over one of God’s own representatives on earth was a sin?
Sevika’s chuckle was the only thing to pull you from your spiralling thoughts. “I’m right aren’t I?” she asked you, her voice calm and steady. “You put on this mousey, good girl act for everyone, pretending to be sweet and innocent, but I know the truth…”. All you could do was stand in shock as the older woman’s words settled in your head. “I see the way you look at me during my sermons, the lustful gaze you have when I’m preaching God’s words no less!” her voice was now raised slightly, the indignation clear in her tone.
It felt like the floor dropped out from under you, you were breathing fast, your palms sweaty, surely this couldn’t be happening?!
“Do you have anything to say for yourself little mouse?” Sevika questioned you as your panic rose. All you could do was mumble a stuttered “I-I…” before you sucked in a quick breath at the feeling of the priest’s hands on your waist, her arms circling your corseted form as she pulled you into her chest.
You dropped your rag in shock as the larger woman’s cheek nuzzled at your head, exposing your bare neck to her as she nosed at the flesh inhaling your scent lightly. “It would appear I have a whore in my congregation…” she muttered as her lips moved against your neck. “You are a part of my flock and I’m God’s shepherd, it’s my duty to guide you towards a life of good morals” she continued. Her grip tightened at your waist as she spoke, it felt like she was knocking the air right out of you… the room getting smaller and smaller as her body surrounded you.
“I-I’m not a whore! I’m a virgin!” you squealed desperately trying to make yourself heard by the older woman. She only chuckled in a mocking way before pulling away from you and grabbing your wrist tightly. “You’ll need to prove that to me, little mouse. Who’s to say a whore like you doesn’t know how to lie?”
Once again you were shocked at her words, you were a good girl, you’d listened to your parents when they said you weren’t allowed to talk to boys, you were saving yourself for marriage, you’d never even touched your own pussy! Yes you’d had dirty thoughts about the priest… but you’d never acted on them.
“Come with me child. I’ll need to confirm your purity in the eyes of our Lord” and before you had time to reply you were being dragged away from her office and out towards the alter.
The candles that illuminated the hallowed place flickered as the priest pulled you behind her, you nearly tripped over your skirts but caught yourself last minute as she trailed you up the steps to the alter. Finally she released her grip on you but only to throw you down against the cold hard steps as she commanded you to prey.
Fearing the priest’s wrath you did as you were told, scrambling up to your knees and locking your hands in a prayer position. Your head was tilted down and you began to recite the Lord’s Prayer by heart. As you spoke the well rehearsed words Sevika watched you, her eyes were burning into your feeble form as you spoke.
Feeling the intensity of her stare you stumbled over the last of your words causing the priest to tut at you in dissatisfaction. She again grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you up to full height. “Silly little mouse can’t even say the Lord’s Prayer correctly? Come here, I guess I have no choice but to inspect you myself”. Her words shocked you? An inspection?!
“Inspect me? W-what for?” you questioned the older woman, genuinely confused about what she could possibly be looking for.
As Sevika pushed you against the back of the alter her strong hands gripped at your thighs and she lifted you, placing you down on the alter. You were in shock, there was no way you should be so disrespectfully treating the sacred space this way but if your priest wants it then who were you to question it?
“I must inspect your cunt to see if your hymen is still intact” the older woman informed you as she bunched up your skirts around you waist and quickly pulled down your bloomers not giving you a chance to react. “M’am!” you cried out in response as you tried to kick away from her and pull down your skirts. “That’s not what you should call me little mouse, it’s ’Father’ to you” she responded with a smirk. “Father…” you whimpered back. “That’s it my good girl, don’t fight the Lord’s will, spread your legs for me little mousey and show me your whore cunt” she instructed you and you mindlessly obeyed.
With both feet propped up on the alter, your cunt exposed to the cold air in the empty building, you breathed deeply as you looked up at the priest with a nervous look. Sevika eyed you up, her large hands massaged your thighs, with each stroke they crept closer to your pussy. “That’s it sweet thing, let Father inspect you, I need to confirm your purity” her deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.
Sevika reached up and with both hands she held open your folds, the contact to your pussy making you jump and your knees come together. “Don’t try and wiggle away, make this easy for me mousey or I’ll have to tie you up” she said in response. Fearing her wrath you obeyed and slowly opened your knees, once more she smiled at your obedience and praised you sweetly, causing you to blush and look away in embarrassment. Sevika must have seen how you responded to her praise because she continued to compliment you muttering “such a pretty pussy”, “your clit is so small and sweet” and “God really made you perfect didn’t he?” as she inspected you.
You preened under her praise and whispered “Father…” in a breathy tone. Casually she brought her finger to your entrance as she said “this hole is so slutty though, just dripping for me already… this isn’t the hole of a virgin.” You whined in response shaking your head as you cried “I am! I promise I wouldn’t lie!” Sevika tutted and continued toying with your hole. “Have you ever pushed your fingers inside here and pleasured yourself?” You shook your head no. “Have you ever rubbed your little nub before?” her fingers brushed your clit gently causing you to jolt and let out a small moan at the unusual sensation. Once again you shook your head no. “Hmmm… there’s only one way to find out if you’re lying, open up mousey!” Sevika said as she pushed her thick finger into your entrance slowly yet firmly. You let out a little cry as she breached your hole, new feelings flooded your body and your mind went blank in pleasure as she pumped her digit in and out ever so slowly.
“I need to get deeper, luckily you’re sufficiently wet enough but this might still hurt a little mousey, breath in for me” she instructed you as she pushed in a second finger. Her digits were thick, and your inexperienced pussy stretched at the intrusion. You whimpered out a pathetic “Father!” at the burning pain and your hips jolted once more. The priest brought her free hand up and slapped your pussy as she scolded you “I said to stay still!” You muttered your apologies and stilled your body, allowing a shuddering breath to escape. The older woman pressed harder into you as she moved deeper with both fingers, using her free hand to grip at your waist and pin you down.
The feelings of pleasure that were so new to you bloomed inside your tummy, it felt like a knot tying itself around and around, pulling tighter and tighter. “Father! It feels weird! I think I might pee!” you cried out, cheeks flushed and a drop of sweat dripping down your forehead. “Now now child, hold it back, I just need to feel for…” she trailed off as her heavy brows knitted in concentration. Looking down you saw your folds spread around her hand and her fingers probing deep inside you. “There it is! You were right my child you are a virgin” you squealed as she touched something deep inside you. “Your hymen is still intact, the devil has not had his way with you yet…” she confirmed.
You had no idea what any of that meant but you were ecstatic that she believed you finally, you couldn’t help the wide smile that bloomed on your face. “Thank you Father!” you breathed out as she pulled her fingers from you, finally the weird feeling of needing to pee relented and you could catch your breath again.
You stayed propped up on the alter, skirts around your waist and pussy exposed to your priest still. Sevika inspected her fingers, your glistening juices dripping down her wrist. Much to your shock you watched as she brought her fingers to her plush dark lips and sucked them into her mouth, licking up your wetness in a crude manner that you didn’t expect from a holy woman. A groan slipped from her as she sucked on each digit, her eyes closed and you heard her breath hitch as she clearly enjoyed herself. As she cleaned her fingers, her free hand came to palm at her crotch through her thick robes and that’s when you saw her heavy looking bulge.
You couldn’t help but stare and your mouth watered as you took in the scene before you. A small whine slipped from your lips and you knew you needed more of her… this didn’t escape Sevika’s attention either as her eyes refocused on you. Suddenly she was right up in your space again, her arms bracketing your waist, palms down on the alter as she leaned in to whisper against your neck. “It would appear that you’re having lustful thoughts in the house of God again, I thought you were a good girl?” she questioned you in that deep dark tone that simply made you melt. “I-I am a good girl!” you cried back in response but before you could speak again you gasped as you felt your priest press that large bulge into your bare pussy.
You threw your head back and moaned as she rubbed her hard cock against your slippery cunt. Suddenly you noticed how the stained glass images of saints and angels stared down at you from the heavens, judging you, the images lit up in the darkness by large candles. The religious artwork behind the alter made you hyper aware of where you were and what was happening. “F-father, please… we shouldn’t do this here” you begged as dozens of heavenly glass eyes glared down at you.
“Why not? I’m a woman of God, anything that I do is sanctified by him” she reasoned as she continued to rub her hard cock into you. She then upped the ante and left you breathless as she kissed and licked at your delicate neck, clearly trying to distract you.
“Father, I-“ you started but she cut you off with a kiss, your first ever kiss. You moaned into her lips and tried your best to keep up with her. Clearly she’d had some practice as she teased her tongue into your mouth and nipped at your lip causing you to finally grind back into her stiffness. “That’s it, good girl. I bet my sweet little church mouse was saving herself for marriage?” the older lady asked you as she continued to dry hump you, both of your growing frustrations clear. You nodded as you brought your arms up to rest on the priest’s broad shoulders and run your hands through her short dark hair, the feeling of the silky strands calming your nerves. “Of course you were saving yourself, what a good girl. You see though, if I was the one to take your virginity now, right here in front of our Lord he’d approve of it” she reasoned. Your brows furrowed as you thought over her words… you’d been told your whole life that remaining a virgin till marriage was the correct thing to do. Maybe it didn’t count if it was with a priest though? Maybe it’d be like receiving communion or a blessing? Still you asked the more experienced woman “how can that be Father?” to which she replied “God works in mysterious ways mousey. If you let me use your pussy for my own relief he won’t punish you, you’ll be servicing one of his chosen ones, you’ll be blessed.”
Her words made sense to you, either because you were inexperienced and eager to please or because you too wanted nothing more than for Sevika to have her way with you.
“Yes Father, please use my pussy for your own pleasure”
Quickly you found yourself on your knees with Sevika stood above you pouring sacramental wine past your lips, you gazed up at her with glassy eyes, lost in the way she watched you drink it down from the golden chalice. A small droplet escaped your mouth and her thick thumb caught it as it dripped down your chin, without a second thought she licked it up.
Once she was happy with your consumption of the holy wine she pulled back her robes and took her thick cock out, placing it on your waiting tongue.
You’d never really seen a cock before, let alone one this big, the tip was red and dripping, it looked desperate for relief. Luckily Sevika took charge as she gently began rocking her hips back and forth whilst giving you instructions. “That’s it mousey, use your tongue on my tip, keep sucking it… harder”. You tried your best to keep up with her pace, staring up at her face, watching as it contorted in pleasure so you knew you were doing something right at least. Her thick brows pinched together, her scarred lips fell open and her tooth gap became visible as she groaned deeply. “Such a good little virgin, you’re so eager to please. Look at you on your knees worshiping my cock…” she cut her ramblings off with a groan as she grabbed a hold of your hair in both hands and finally gave in to temptation, face fucking you hard for a few seconds.
Just as you were adjusting to her harsh treatment, the older woman pulled back suddenly, leaving your mouth empty and a string of saliva still connecting you to her cock. You fell back onto your bum, knees burning from the prolonged contact with the cold marble floor, you coughed slightly as you recovered from the deep intrusion in your throat. “Fuck… you nearly made me cum” she said through heavy breaths, “I have a better idea of where I want to finish though” her tone dark and full of promise. “Get up little mousey and bend over the alter”. You did as she asked, legs slightly trembling as you got into position.
The priest came up behind you and once again pulled up your skirts so you were exposed to her, then she pushed down on your back so your chest touched the cloth covered alter and she grabbed your hips, pulling you into a harsh curve. “That’s it pretty girl, look at this virgin pussy just gushing for my cock already” Sevika said as she teased your hole with her thick fingers.
She pushed one digit inside, pumping it gently as she toyed with you “hmmm I think it’s going to be a tight squeeze, but I’ll make it fit little mousey, don’t worry”. You could feel the anticipation in the air, your cunt dripping in excitement. You’d imagined loosing your virginity before but it’s never looked like this in your day dreams… only a few months ago the thought of your priest bending you over the alter was unthinkable.
You jumped slightly, the sensation of Sevika’s tip rubbing against your clit sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you. Her cock head then probed at your entrance, collecting your slick. “Breathe in little mouse, this might hurt a bit” was the last thing you heard before her large member push hard and deep inside you, breaching your virgin cunt.
At first there was pain, then a burning stinging sensation, which quickly bloomed into a deep warmth settling within your stomach all accompanied by a wanton moan you could never had imagined yourself capable of making.
Sevika stilled her movements letting you adjust to the stretching intrusion. “Fuckkk your pussy is so tight, she’s squeezing me so hard and I’m barely even half way in”. Shock hit you at Sevika’s words, not only because she was cussing in church but also at the notion that despite how full you felt there was still more to come. “I can’t take anymore… I’m so full already Father, please have mercy on me!” you begged her, yet all you got in response was a deep groan, her hands squeezing tighter at your hips and another small thrust as she pushed deeper inside you.
You gasped as more of her thick cock bullied its way into your pussy causing you to grip the alter cloth and whine “nooo Father it hurts!” Your whole body felt tense yet weak at the same time, it was completely overwhelmed by the barrage of new sensations. Sevika shushed you sweetly, her hands rubbing soothingly at your hips trying to calm you, “shhh, shhh mousey. You want your blessing don’t you? It’ll get easier I promise, just keep taking me nicely and it’ll start to feel really good inside you soon, okay?” You shuddered out a feeble “yes Father” and tried to steady your breathing as Sevika pulled her cock almost all of the way out, leaving her tip resting just inside your entrance. Crudely you heard her spit on your hole and felt her fingers rub the skin where you were connected, lubing you up more for her next move. However before you could adjust to the change she rammed herself back in as she mockingly said “that’s it mousey, biiiig stretch, ughhh…” cutting herself off with a groan.
Once again you were totally full but this time you registered her hips pressing into your arse. Your pussy fluttered around her length, sucking her impossibly further in. Sevika gave you no time to rest as she picked up a fast and brutal pace, her thick cock slamming into your virgin pussy. With each move you moaned and whined as pleasure took over your mind, completely unaware of the way your blissed out noises filled the empty church. If you were even semiconscious of the way your voice echoed off the marble and stone building you’d never be able to sit in the pews during service and look up at the alter where you lost your virginity.
Your priest’s deep groans joined yours as she took her pleasure from your smaller body. “That’s my pretty little mousey. I knew just from looking at you that there was a slutty little whore inside you. The way you shifted and wiggled in your pew during my sermons I just knew you were distracted by my voice. Don’t even get me started on the way your lips lingered as my fingers fed you communion… ughhh. Fucking little slut”.
You barely registered her words as she continued to abuse your cervix with her tip, too lost in your building orgasm to make sense of it all.
What did get your attention though was when suddenly she shifted and pulled you into her chest, wrapping one muscular arm around your neck and squeezing. Your hands left their place on the alter as they wrapped around her bicep and tried feebly to loosen her grip. A breathy “Father!” was all you could manage to get out, yet you couldn’t deny the way your pussy pulsed at her abuse.
“Gunna fill this pretty cunt up. Gunna breed my little mousey. When your bump starts showing your parents will be so disappointed in their whore daughter” you gasped at her words, the nightmarish vision clouding your mind. “But then I’ll step in and offer to marry you, they’ll jump at the chance to marry you off to a priest. You’ll be my pretty little wife and God will bless our union with a child”. Suddenly Sevika’s hand was pressing against your corseted stomach, rubbing at the flat surface as her large nose caressed your neck. “This pretty little church mouse will be all mine… fuck! I’m gunna break in your virgin pussy”.
Sevika’s hips began to stutter and her hand left your stomach to rub tight circles on your swollen neglected clit. “That’s it pretty girl! Cum on my cock, I’m gunna fill you up and make you mine”.
It was all too much, between her thick fingers stimulating your bud and her heavy cock rubbing just right inside you, that knot that had been building finally broke and an intense pulse of ecstasy took over your body.
As you came down from your high you felt warmth spreading within you deep inside as Sevika pumped her cock, slowly filling you up, blessing your womb with her holy seed. Once she pulled out of you it dawned on you… you were no longer an innocent virgin anymore. Would God really forgive you? All you could do was trust in the plan the older woman had for you.
“That’s my good girl” your priest cooed at you as she kissed your neck pulling you into her body so your back was pressed up against her breasts. One of her hands then reached out and picked up a cloth used during her services to wipe down the communion chalice. Briefly you thought how you were glad she was going to clean her mess from between your thighs but were surprised when instead her other hand held your pussy open as she stuffed a corner of the material inside your body, the soft cotton plugging your cunt. She left a good half of the cloth hanging between your legs, the tickling sensation against your sensitive skin causing you to try rubbing your thighs together. After planting a light pat on your pussy she shoved the material inside your body deeper with two of her fingers, checking that it wouldn’t fall out.
“Now you’re going to put your bloomers back on and I’ll walk you home. You’re to keep this cloth stuffed in your pussy till you come back for your cleaning duties tomorrow evening. It’s God’s will that you bear me a child I can’t have my cum leaking out of you”. You whined at the thought of having to stay stuffed like this all day, and sleep with your womb full of her cum. “I’ll keep blessing you with my seed till it takes but until then you need to continue being a good girl for me, alright?” You nodded at her words. Surely if your priest said it was God’s will then this was all okay?
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