The long awaited re9!Priest!Leon x Whore!Reader. This has got to be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written.
This piece contains characters that are in religious roles and lots of religious themes. I am not trying to hate on Christianity/Catholicism in any way shape or form. However, if you don’t like it just don’t read it.
Warnings: fem reader, fem genitalia, reader wears a dress and tights, allusions to r4p3 (not Leon), fear play (of God), Leon manipulates reader, total religious brainwashing, kinda dub con, oral(m!receiving), cum play, spanking, unprotected p in v, creampie, i think that’s it?
You push open the doors of the church, seeking refuge from the rain. You smelled of sweat and sex. Your dress ripped and hiked up your thighs from the last man who used you.
You were nothing but a street whore. A common wench who will receive damnation from the almighty God. You had to sleep with men for pocket change because God had given up on your salvation.
Did you not serve him well? You went to church every Sunday as a child. You prayed morning and night. He was never there to abide your wishes. He abandoned you just like he did his son. Thrown to the wolves to be devoured by the greed of men.
You see a priest dressed in white. Covered in purity, a lamb of the lord. They’re nothing but cowardly sheep. Fearing damnation so they seek out salvation from a crooked thief. You’d rather burn in the flames of the devil then ever enter heaven’s gates.
The devil did no wrong. All he wanted was a little recognition. He was Gods favorite after all, was he not. He asked for a sliver of praise and God dammed him to the fiery pits of hell. Forever to be know as evil incarnate.
Heaven was a scam. A place that only allowed men who were just like god, dirty and deceitful. Salvation didn’t exist for a whore like you. You were tainted by lust. Forever known as a slut who opened her legs in exchange for men to open their wallets.
You walk towards the back row of pews. Raindrops dripping off your body as well as the spend from your last ‘client’. He snatched you up in an alley. Hiked up your dress and took what he thought belonged to him.
You could still feel his hands on your body. The feel of his hot breath against your neck. You remember the feel of his cock stretching your unwilling hole. How much it hurt, how much it burned. How he ignored your pleas to stop.
Just because you’re a whore doesn’t mean all you want is sex. Do they think this is who you dreamed to be? That this is the life you wanted to live? You were once a little girl with dreams and aspirations. Now, you were a wench who sold her body for a penny or two.
The priest stood there, lighting candles in candelabras scattered across the altar. He had yet to notice you. Although, most men don’t until their wives deny them. Then they come running to you like a sinner seeking grace. But you were no virgin Mary.
No, you were more like Mary Magdalene. The whore who walked by Jesus’s side and taught him things no one else could. She was a smart lady, a strong wealthy woman who helped Jesus on a number of occasions. Yet, all they saw was a devilish woman of lust.
The priest turned and saw you sitting there in the back row. “Goodness, you startled me.” He says, taking a few steps towards you. He frowns as he sees the droplets tainting your skin. “You’re soaked, my child. Have you been out in the storm?”
“Yes, Father. It would seem God plans to flood the earth once more.” The priest laughs at your dry comment. Smirking as he walks towards a closet near the back of the church. He pulls out a blanket and heads towards you.
“No, my dear. He promised not to do that again. This is simply one of his many wonders. He just got a bit too excited this time.” He chuckles at his own joke. Walking behind you and gently wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.
You tense at his actions, so used to men treating you roughly. Yet, you find comfort in the fact that men can still be gentle. Like the way he’s treating you right now. His touch, his tone, his eyes, it’s all filled with warmth. A warmth that hadn’t been directed towards you in a long time.
“So, my child, i assume you come seeking shelter from the storm?” He asks, sitting next to you on the pew. You nod your head. Wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “Yes, Father. Not many places will give shelter to a woman like me.”
“And what kind of woman are you?” He asks, as if it wasn’t obvious. He looks at you, taking in your disheveled state. Your dress was crooked and your tights were ripped conveniently at the crotch. You were missing a heel and your makeup was smudge.
“I’m a whore, Father. Isn’t it obvious?” You reply, looking up at his eyes. You can tell alot about a man by the way they look at you. All the dirty thoughts they have. The disgust when you pass by. But his eyes only held a soft flicker of concern.
“I’m sorry, my dear. I didn’t realize how unkind the world was to poor unfortunate souls like yourself.” His words should be mocking. They would be if his tone wasn’t so genuine. The way his fingers tenderly brush a wet strand hair off your face makes you blush.
How sad is it that the soft touch of a man could still make you bashful after all you had been through? “It’s my own fault, Father. I’m a sinner. Nothing but a lustful wench.” “Do you truly think that about yourself? Or are you so used to hearing it you began to think it was true?”
The words stun you. How was it that a man you’ve never met before knows your deepest thoughts? “My dear, the lord knows all. And he has blessed me with the knowledge of your path.” He says, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.
“I feel the lord has sent you here to me so I can help you. My child, do you seek salvation?” He asks, taking your hands in his. His palms engulf yours completely. He was large for a priest. He was built more like a soldier than a speaker of God.
“I don’t think God shows mercy on my kind.”
“The lord shows mercy on any who ask. He loves us all. Both saints and sinners.”
“Even a whore like me?”
“Yes, my child. Even a poor soul like yourself.”
You scoff at his wording. Rolling your eyes as you speak once more. “Does your religion not allow you to speak my title?” He smiles softly, his thumbs brushing against your knuckles. “No, my dear. I just prefer not to speak of women in such a way.”
“You’re a kind man, Father. Kinder than any man I’ve ever met.” You say truthfully. His gaze softens at your words. He releases your hands in favor of wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Guiding you against his side as his hand gently pets your hair.
“Im sorry that my basic human decency is the kindest thing you’ve experienced.” He pauses, turning his head to look at you. “You’re a fine young woman. A beautiful girl who’s been tainted by a world of sin.”
You look up at him with doe eyes. For a moment you wonder if maybe God didn’t abandon you after all? Maybe, just maybe he sent this man to save you from your lust filled life. “Tell me, my child, do you wish to be cleansed of sin?”
“Yes, Father. I wish to bathe in the grace of salvation.”
“Then bathe in it you shall.”
The priest leads you up to the altar. Opening the confession booth and gesturing for you to step inside. You do so willingly, sitting down and letting the blanket fall to your lap. You hear shuffling on the other side of the booth. Then, his voice rings through the hole in the wall separating the two of you.
“Confess to me your sins, my child, and you shall be forgiven.” He says, his voice welcoming and warm. Like rays of the sun peaking through on a cloudy day. “Forgive me, Father, fore I have sinned. It’s been..years since my last confession.”
“What are your sins, my dear?”
“I’ve been a bad girl, father. I’ve let men destroy my temple. There is no part of me that hasn’t been touched by sin. Inside and out.”
“Well, then we’ll force the grace back into you. Starting with your tongue. You will no longer call yourself a whore, do you understand?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good girl. Let us begin the cleansing.”
You hear shuffling once more before the clinking of belt registers in your mind. You’ve heard the sound plenty of times, it could never escape your ears. “Father..?” You try to peak through the hole but suddenly he slides the grate over and his cock slides through. A glory hole in the most ironic of ways.
“Suck. We have to cleanse your tongue with a holy body.” He says, his tone firm. Leaving no room for argument. “Yes, Father..” you say, wrapping your hand around his hard, leaking cock. Your tongue flicks out to lick the tip of his member. Collecting his precum on your wet muscle.
He tastes salty on your tongue. You move lick the underside of his cock from base to tip. He groans as he feels his cock being engulf by your warm mouth. “That’s it, good girl. Clean that dirty mouth of yours.” He moans, gently thrusting his hips forward pushing his cock further past your lips
You fully take his cock down your throat. The sounds you make as you gag on his cock are sinful. He reaches his hand through the square shaped cut out and grabs a fistful of your hair. Pushing your head down and just holding his cock down your throat. Your nose brushed up against his pelvis.
Your throat tightens around his cock as you choke on his length. Drool drips down your chin onto the soft, warm blanket he provided you with. Was this really the right thing? You thought priests were supposed to practice abstention? Maybe this is wrong..
..but, he’s such a nice man. He allowed a whore like you into his holy space. He saved you from the storm. He gave you shelter, and now he wants to provide you with salvation. A whore like you should be grateful he even looked twice at your devilish form.
You should do as he says. He’s saving you. This is the way to salvation. Maybe if you do this God will finally answer your prayers. Maybe God will finally find it in his righteous heart to love you.
So, you double down on your efforts. Thankfully years of being used has given you excellent skills on how to please a man. You worship his cock like it’s a holy scepter. On your knees bowing like he himself is God. “Fuck, just like that. You’re doing such a good job, my child.”
His moans only spur you on. The sounds of pleasure escaping his lips sound more like a gospel scripture. You hang on to his every word. Desperate to please the lamb of the lord. Letting him fuck your throat just for a chance at seeing the pearly gates of heaven.
“You’re so close, my dear. K-Keep—shit—going and you’ll be saved.” He moans, throwing his head back as he shoves his cock repeatedly down his throat. “Fuck—you need to be cleansed.” He says, abruptly pulling out of your mouth. The sudden action causes you to cough and gasp for air.
He exits the confession booth and rounds to your side. Throwing open the door only to be met with temptation itself. You looked downright sinful. Drool slipping down your chin as you look up at him with lusted filled eyes. The best part however, was seeing your hand under your dress, playing with your sloppy cunt.
He hovers over you. Stroking his cock with his tip aimed at your pretty, flushed face. “Naughty girl. Desperate sluts who touch themselves don’t get into heaven.” He bites, his tone laced with disgust. His harsh words only make you wetter.
You feel humiliated and incredibly turned on all at once. Your pussy squelching as you continue vigorously rubbing your clit. So desperate for relief you didn’t even care if God was watching. Leon scoffs at your whoreish acts.
“Perhaps you are beyond saving.” He says, disdain laced in his tone. Your eyes widen, suddenly fearing a damnation you never thought twice about before. Or maybe you feared disappointing the holy man in front of you. “N-No! I can be saved!” You beg.
Your hands grip his shirt, looking up at him with a pleading gaze. “Please, Father. Do not lead me astray..” You pout, still watching as he strokes his cock in front of your face. “Stick your tongue out. It’s about time we clean that filthy mouth of yours.”
You do as he says, obediently sticking out your tongue and waiting to taste his sweet release on your tastebuds. He aims his cock at your face. Stroking a few more times before hot sticky ropes of his spend land on your face. Covering your cheeks, lips and chin.
He takes two fingers and swipes some of his seed off your cheek. Pushing his fingertips past your lips so you could taste him fully. “Drink the holy nectar. It’ll wash away your sins.” He says, looking down at you as you suck on his fingers.
You happily oblige, licking up all remnants of his cum off his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth in favor of gripping your jaw. He jerks your head up to make you meet his eyes. “Tell me, my child. Do you wish to be reborn? Does a whore like you wish to be a lady of the lord?” He asks, his tone sweet but mocking.
“Yes, Father..I want you to save me, to lead me to salvation..” You moan, your lips pursed from his tight grip on your jaw. He pulls you up and leads you to the altar where a bible lays open. He bends you over the pedestal, pushing your head down so your back arches and your ass sticks out.
“Read.” He says coldly, you gasp as you feel him hiking your dress up over your hips. He gently rubs his palm over your ass. “Cmon, sweetheart. The lord’s waiting.” He lands a hard strike on your ass. You feel the heat blooming on your skin from the impact.
“I-In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth—mmph!” You squeal as he strikes your ass again, this time on the other cheek. His palm gently rubs the impacted area. Speaking in a velvety smooth voice. “Keep reading, whore.” He spits.
“Now the earth was formless and empty—mmph!—d-darkness was over the surface of the deep, a-and the spirit of—God!—was h-hovering over the waters.”
His hand continues to strike down on your ass. Smack after smack leaves your ass red and sore. You whimper as his hands rub your irritated skin. Tears welling in your eyes at the stinging feeling on your skin. You make it through all of genesis before he finally stops.
“There we go, sweetheart. Now you’re learning.” He coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your reddened ass. “Are you ready to see the light?” He asks, pressing his chest against your back. “Y-Yes, Father..” you whine, pushing your ass back to feel his hardened cock pressing against you.
“Tch. Still just a dirty whore.” He scoffs, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging harshly. Your scalp burns at the sensation but you moan nonetheless. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that attitude soon enough.” He says as he lines his tip up with your sopping hole.
He pushes into you, his girth alone is unlike anything you ever felt before. Like a holy scepter cleansing you from the inside out. You sob from the stretch. “I know, I know, it’s big. But so is Gods love, you have to feel something of equal amount to truly understand it.” He coos in your ear.
He lets out a groan as he feels your wet, warm pussy clenching around him. “Fuck, gonna start the cleansing process now..” He rasps as he begins to slowly thrust his hips. Feeling his cock head drag against your walls as he pulls out. Then feeling his tip kiss your cervix as he thrusts back in.
The repeated actions cause you to moan. The whoreish cries coming from your lips sound like temptation from the devil himself. The priest groans right against your ear. A mix of praise and degradation tumbling from his lips.
“There we go, taking it like a good woman of the lord.”
“Don’t worry, my child. I’ll fuck the whore right out of you.”
“God knows all. He knows what kind of devilish thoughts you’re having about my cock.”
“Who knew a used up wench like you still have such a tight pussy?”
The priest speeds up his pace. Using your cunt like a toy for his own pleasure. His beefy arm comes around to wrap around your neck. Pulling you up so your back is pressed against his chest while he holds you in a full Nelson.
You go dumb on his cock. Moaning like the whore that you are he pounds into you at a harsh pace. Every time his hips meet your reddened ass it stings, only adding more pleasure. “That’s right, good girl. Keep clenching around me like that.”
His arm tightens around your throat. The pressure on your airways causes you to gasp for air. Feeling lightheaded as you receive none. You claw at his bicep, your nails leaving crescent shaped indents in his skin.
He loosens his grip, allowing you breathe once more. “You should th-thank me for giving a whore like you a chance at salvation. You don’t seem to be grateful.” He spits, his other hand reaching around to rub vicious circles on your clit.
“Th-Thank you, Father ThankYouThankYouThankYou—” You babble mindlessly. The priest groans in your ear. Feeling the familiar burn of the coil in his lower belly getting ready to snap. He speeds up his pace. Continuing to rub your clit so you’ll clench around him.
“Cum for me. Be reborn in the light of God.” He moans in your ear. Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits. Seeing heavens gates as ecstasy overwhelms your mind and body. Your claw at the wooden altar stand. Moaning as his very own staff of Moses spills divinity into your cunt.
Your legs shakes as you come down from your high, barely about to keep yourself up. The priest pants behind you. You feel his warm breath on your ear. He looks down at where his cock is still nestled balls deep inside of you. Seeing a creamy white ring around the base of his cock.
He pulls out of you slowly. Watching as his cum drips out of you. “Wasteful.” He pushes his seed back inside of you with his fingers. “I just took the time out of my night to steer you in the direction of God, and this is how you repay me? By wasting my holy nectar?” He tuts disapprovingly.
“I-I’m sorry, Father. I’ll do better.” You plead, whining at the overstimulation of his fingers in your cunt. “I know you will, my dear.” He says as he tucks himself away and pulls up his pants. You hear the clinking of his belt behind you before he pats your shoulder.
“You’ve been a bad girl. Go ask god for forgiveness.” He says, leaving you there on the altar. You sink down to your knees. Still smelling of sex and sweat. You look up at the statue of Jesus nailed to the cross.
“I’m sorry, God. I’ll do better.”
