If It’s God’s Will~ Part 2
You’re no longer a repressed little virgin but will Sevika really stick by your side like she promised?
tw: g!p priest!sevika, virgin!reader, coercion, religious trauma, breeding kink, fingering, pussy eating, corruption kink
warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.
Yes there will be a part 3!
Throughout the dark winter nights your church cleaning duties continued. Each evening you’d leave your house, wonder through your little village as the sun went down and enter the old church building silently. Focused on your task, you’d find your supplies in the cupboard, complete your daily assignment from the rota you’d long since memorised and return your cleaning tools to their rightful place. Then before you left for the evening you’d knock on the priest’s office door and wait to be called in, burying your giddy emotions deep down so as not to appear overly keen. When inside you’d allow your priest to have her way with you in whatever manner she saw fit, just like the good little pious girl you were.
Some days you’d start off on your knees for her, sucking her cock under her desk whilst she wrote the next week’s sermon on the importance of purity. Other days she’d bully your pussy relentlessly, forcing you to cum again and again until your knees couldn’t hold you up any longer and you collapsed in her arms. And even on one occasion she’d bent you over her desk and forced her rather large dick into your tight virgin arsehole, causing you to cry out in discomfort, telling her that you didn’t think babies could be made using that hole but it didn’t put her off. Because that was her plan, she wanted to have her fun and breed her cute little church mouse. Therefore every night, without fail, she’d finish inside your cunt and plug your hole up, muttering about how she was sure this time it would take as her large hand rubbed your soft tummy.
Sevika was this recently appointed village priest that had completely changed the course of your life. Once an innocent little virgin with repressed sexual fantasies, you were now a sweet little whore who’d listen to her priest’s every command without a second thought. Thanks to her attention you found that you’d try your hardest to complete your chores for the evening in record time whilst still doing a good job, all so you could get to spend as much time with Sevika as possible.
It wasn’t just the way she made you physically feel that excited you so much either. She’d gift you silky ribbons for your hair, and compliment the way you sung during service. Thanks to her rich voice and sharp intellect you loved listening to her takes on religion or God, she always seemed to teach you something new. Not to mention her stories of her past adventures that inspired sheltered innocent little you, but most of all you loved listening to her plan for your future. And what a sweet plan that was…
You were to become her pretty little wife and bear her a healthy brood of children. Sevika had always wanted a large family but had missed out on settling down thanks to her calling to the religious life and the years spent becoming a priest. Luckily within your branch of Christianity it wasn’t frowned upon for priests to marry so when she spotted her sweet little church mouse she knew she had to have you. Or at least that’s what she told you.
One thing you were unsure of was why she couldn’t just ask your parents for your hand in marriage? Why did they have to find out that you were with child first? You really didn’t want your ma and pa to think badly of you… but luckily Sevika had an answer for that like she did for everything, that’s just how smart she was!
She’d made you see that since she was so much older than you, 20 years older in fact, your parents might not approve of the union. Where if you were a ruined woman, pregnant out of wedlock then surely they’d agree to let Sevika make an honest woman out of you?
That was another thing you loved about Sevika, when you were around her you didn’t need to think about anything. You could switch your brain off and let her take charge of you, mind, body and soul.
A whole month and a half passed from the first night you met her and as the days went by you became increasingly aware that your monthly bleed was late. Could it be that Sevika’s seed had taken just like she had hoped?
You couldn’t help but place a gentle hand on your corseted stomach, tonight you’d tell Sevika the good news and hopefully she’d be as overjoyed as you were.
That night you quickened your pace as you made your way to church under the sea of shining stars, desperate to share your update with your priest. Instead of following your usual routine of completing your cleaning tasks before seeing Sevika you practically skipped right up to her door and immediately knocked on the heavy wood. Your excitement was so great you didn’t think twice about diverging from your routine.
Much to your surprise though, a gruff man’s voice called out from behind the door, coaxing you to enter the room. You did so with trepidation, your body stiff with uncertainty and your head swimming with anxious all consuming thoughts.
Sat in Sevika’s plush desk chair was an old man you’d never seen before, he was greying and aged, wearing the same robes you saw your priest in every day. Confusion must have been quite evident on your face as the older man spoke up as soon as he laid eyes on you. “If you are looking for your usual parish priest she’s away on business so I’m here in her stead” he offered you no more information than that.
Slightly dumbfounded you questioned “when with she return?” to which you received a brisk “I am unsure” from the unhelpful gentleman. You apologised for interrupting him and informed him that you were here to clean the church, leaving the office as soon as he acknowledged your words.
This couldn’t be happening you thought. Where was she? Panic rose in your chest, your corset suddenly feeling too tight. What would happen to you if she didn’t return before your pregnancy started showing? Would your parents kick you out? No, you needed to keep a calm mind for your child. Surely she’d only be gone a few weeks, a month at most! There’s no way she’d take your virginity and just leave you ruined and used, right?
So for that night you continued on with your work. And the night after. And the night after that. Until a few months had passed and there was still no sign of Sevika… or your period. It quickly became clear to you that you were definitely carrying Sevika’s child thanks to the varied symptoms you were dealing with in her absence.
You’d been suffering rather badly with morning sickness, you seemed to no longer be able to tolerate some of your favourite foods and the mere thought of them would send you running to the nearest chamber pot. Not to mention the swollen breasts, extreme mood swings, and oh god… the fatigue. You were so tired all the time. It was such a great effort to bring yourself to leave your family’s cottage and head into the village for your cleaning job, but you still somehow managed just on the off chance Sevika had returned.
Instead you found yourself greeting the old man sent to replace her before continuing on with your tasks, often crying to yourself as you worked, your tears mixing with the dirty mop water.
The only thing that kept you going was the thought that Sevika had left part of herself within you, the baby you were now growing in your womb may be the last thing you have left of her so you’d do you best to protect it.
Despite your challenges over the next few months you’d done well to hide your pregnancy. When questioned about your symptoms you’d quickly come up with a reasonable lie, desperately hoping that God would forgive you for your tall tails, you were carrying the child of one of his messengers after all. You prayed to the lord on your knees every night that he’d forgive your sins and bring your priest home to you safely.
Around the late 5 month mark you started showing a small bump and things became harder to hide so you adjusted your dresses to fit better and tried your best to relax your corseting so as not to squish your stomach.
After 6 months had passed your tummy became increasingly more difficult to obscure but again you did what you could to avoid being found out. 6 and a half months in and there was still no sign of your priest returning to you… Being forced to listen to her replacement drone on and on in church every Sunday angered you greatly. He shouldn’t be stood where your lover should be, that place behind the alter was hers not his! Visions of your once nightly union flashed before your eyes, the priest stood in the exact spot Sevika had taken your virginity on that alter months before. No longer were your cries of holy ecstasy filling these hallowed halls, instead the angelic sounds of the church choir echoed around the rafters.
A few nights before your 7 month mark you had returned home from church and were preparing to head to bed, sleep calling you after an exhausting evening spent polishing the gold chalices used during service. Dressed in your long flowing night dress which now betrayed the swollen appearance of your tummy you stood in front of your mirror braiding your hair before bedtime. As you finished tying your braid with a ribbon your hands couldn’t resist the urge to caress your belly as Sevika’s child kicked at you from inside the safety of your womb. You were convinced this child was going to be a dancer thanks to the frequent vigorous movements you felt from them.
Wistfully you thought about all these small moments Sevika was missing out on as her first child was growing inside you. Your delicate hand rubbed against your stretch marked skin as you whispered “calm down little one, it’s time for rest” in a vain attempt to get the baby to relax. Just then as you smiled down at your bump your mother abruptly walked into your room bringing you a fresh candle for your nightstand. “My dear, I thought you might need thi-“.
Shocked at her sudden unannounced arrival you stood frozen with your hands protectively resting on your tummy. There was no time to turn and hide your body, your ma had definitely already seen everything she needed to.
“Y-your with child…” she stuttered out, candle dropped on the floor and horror plastered on her face as she took in the sight of you. “Mother! It’s not what you think!” you reached for her, your mouth dry and heart hammering hard in your chest. She stood back from you in fright and called for your father. “No, no, no, no!! Please don’t call for pa! I promise I can explain” but it was too late, the heavy thuds of your father could be heard stomping up the stairs. He wasn’t a bad man, just strict, however you definitely didn’t want him finding out this way.
“Our daughter is a whore! She’s pregnant! Look!” Your mother pointed to you, drawing his attention to your pregnant tummy as cold sweats broke out upon your body. The energy in the room shifted to one of pure abhorrence as your father grabbed you by the hair, inadvertently pulling the ribbon from your braid and he dragged you unceremoniously down the steep stairs.
Without stopping to grab a coat to cover your modesty you father then threw you out the front doorway and onto the dirty path that winded up to your parents home.
Only at the last moment did you manage to turn your body so as not to land on your bump.
As you lay in the mud dread filled your mind, the nightmare where you were being chucked out of the only home you’d ever known was coming to fruition. However, to your surprise, your father joined you outside, once again grabbing you but this time by the wrist as he pulled you up and hauled you towards the village, your sobbing mother following close behind. Despite your desperate crying your parents argued about what to do with you and who could have been responsible for your pregnancy, listing off names of ‘no good’ young men in the village.
The whole time you grappled at your father’s hand as he pulled you along, ignoring your cries for mercy, your attempts at digging your bare heels into the muddy path no match for his strength. Luckily the village was quiet as most people were turning down for the night so your parade of shame went unnoticed. Only when your father dragged you up the steps of the church did you realise where you were being taken. “No! Please, father, the priest he’ll send me away to a nunnery, I need to stay here!” but your words fell on deaf ears.
With a large fist your father slammed open the heavy church doors and yanked you along the aisle only stopping to throw you down at the feet of the older priest who had come running from his office at the sound of your cries.
“What’s all this commotion?” the holy man bellowed. “My Father, apologies, but you see… my daughter…” he pointed to where you lay sprawled on your hands and knees in your mud caked nightdress, “she’s with child out of wedlock and I’m afraid for her eternal soul, my daughter is a fallen woman, she’s damned!” The shame in your father’s voice would surely stick with you forever. “Please help us! We don’t know what to do, she’s too far gone to remove it” your mother begged.
This couldn’t be happening. The way your parents spoke about you and your baby horrified you, they were your ma and pa, they were meant to protect you!
“Leave her with me” sounded out an all too familiar voice, one that had been playing non stop in your mind for months now. Sevika’s.
Your head snapped up from where you were hiding in shame, your eyes desperate to confirm your lover’s presence. Stood before you in a heavy black travelling coat, her expression composed and unreadable, was Sevika.
“The girl is a part of my congregation so I will deal with her” the certainty in her voice stabilised your racing mind. Here she was, your priest, here to save you and her unborn child from an unknown but certainly awful fate.
“You’ve only just returned Father, I can see to arrangements for the girl myself. Rest, please” the older priest assured Sevika but she wasn’t to be budged. “No I shall see to this now, it’s my duty to protect all of my flock, even those silly girls who get themselves in trouble like this. Sevika approached you and pulled you to your feet, her warm calloused hand wrapped around your arm.
You did everything in your power to avoid jumping into her arms, even though you wanted nothing more than to embrace the older woman. Your parents weren’t to know the truth lest your plan fail.
With her charming charisma, Sevika convinced your parents to return home and the older priest to head back to his own accommodation before leaving the village in the morning.
After they had left, she silently led you back to her own cottage, not far from the church. You’d never even stepped foot inside her house despite all the nights spent together, your union was something more taboo and hidden, something not done in the comfort of a home. It was quaint and well maintained, exactly what you’d expect from a member of the clergy. She led you up the stairs, past modestly decorated rooms and into the bathroom. “Wait here” she spoke for the first time since leaving the church. You obeyed and stood in the tiled room waiting for her return.
Sevika wasn’t gone long, returning with a tub of warm water which she poured into the bath. She repeated this several times over until the water filled the copper tub. Then she fetched a wooden stool and instructed you to sit. “Let me get a look at you my mousey” she pulled your stained nightdress from your exhausted body, leaving you naked.
Her shaking hands went straight to your pregnant belly and you watched as her breath faltered as she caressed the skin. “It- it took…” she muttered. Then, as if your child knew its other mother was nearby they let out small fluttering kicks in excitement. Shocked at the peculiar sensation, Sevika laughed as she spoke to your bump “Hello little thing, mummas here now”. Suddenly she pulled you into her arms and embraced you, her hands grabbed tightly at you as if to stop you from slipping away from her.
Your lover spent the evening bathing you and bandaging up your wounds from where your father hand dragged you through the streets. Each bruise was kissed, each cut cleaned and dressed.
She explained her absence for the last few months, the senior church officials had called for her help in the city and she was forced to leave without being able to send word to you. During the whole affair she’d been thinking of you and the possibility you were with her child, everyday she prayed for your safety. Her calling came first however and she couldn’t return when she’d hoped to around your 5 month mark, assuming that you’d be starting to show and were at risk of being found out.
As she explained all this you cried, uncontrollable tears fell down your cheeks and for what felt like the first time Sevika looked at you with a real understanding and you knew everything was going to be alright.
That night Sevika took you to her bed and with another first she made love to you that night. The older woman laid you down in her plush bed and worshiped every inch of your aching body, she massaged and kissed you, whispered sweet nothings into your bump, and took away every worry or nightmare from the months before.
As her thick cock opened you up for her from behind she held onto your swollen tummy with both hands, momentarily elevating the heavy burden of carrying her child. “That’s it my sweet mousey let me hold them now, you’ve done such a good job carrying my child, I’m so proud of you.” Her words made you melt into her sheets, your hips opening up wider as your knees spread further, your arse perfectly presented for her viewing pleasure.
After months of pent up frustrations it didn’t take either one of you long to cum, Sevika pumping her fertile seed into your already bred womb, your pussy milking her cock, squeezing her as your orgasm overtook you. Sevika’s heavy body collapsed against you yet she was careful not to rest her full weight on you, so cautious not to hurt the baby. As she came down from her high she nosed at your neck, peppering kisses along the skin, her softening cock still warm inside you. “My soft sweet mousey. You’re so full and round with me, I’m going to keep you this way, always. Everyone will know you’re mine” as she spoke her wondering hands caressed your swollen tummy with reverence.
Gently, Sevika rolled you over, supporting your aching back with plush pillows. Then she sat back on her heels and took in the sight of your mussed hair, flushed cheeks and dazed smile. A lustful spark in her eye told you she was nowhere near done with you yet…
Once again her large hands wondered down your body, stroking and massaging your flesh. The sensation of her calloused hands, rough and strong against your delicate skin had your pussy tingling again, God how you’d missed this… maybe you really were a whore after all?
Sevika traced her way down, lying on her stomach, boobs squished on the bedsheets, with her face so so close to your core. Her strong arms looped around your legs and pulled you closer before one finger tickled up your inner thigh and caught a drop of her thick cum that was slowly dripping from your leaking hole. In one swift movement she was hovering over you bringing her cum covered finger to your lips. Naturally your mouth fell open as she muttered “take your holy communion like a good girl… that’s it…” your tongue wrapping around the digit and sucking her salty essence off.
Your priest groaned as you sucked her finger clean, taking her right down your throat till you gagged, her eyes lighting up as she watched you struggle.
Some lustful demon must have taken over the holy woman’s body as without a second thought she returned to her place in between your legs mumbling to herself “need a taste” as she pulled you towards her mouth.
Before you knew it Sevika was licking and sucking at your clit, rubbing your hard nub between her lips as she flicked the sensitive skin.
Overstimulated after your first orgasm in months your hips bucked and you whined pathetically, trying desperately to escape her skilled mouth however she wouldn’t let you get far. “Now now mousey, behave for me” her words spoken into the plush flesh of your thigh.
You tried your best to stay still as Sevika worked lower, her large tongue probing at your entrance and tracing the puffy skin lightly. Then she used her expert muscle to lap and tease into your hole, collecting her own cum from inside you. The vibrations of her moans pulsed through your pussy causing you to grab onto her thick dark hair and ride her large nose closer to a second orgasm. Her hands gripped at your thighs, holding you tightly against her face, there was no way you were going anywhere until she had satiated her hunger for you.
Sevika pulled two more orgasms from you that night, only stopping when you begged her to leave your swollen clit be. You both fell asleep with her wrapped around your body, her hands holding onto your bump, softly stroking your bare skin as she drifted off.
