can i lick that angels flaming sword will he let me lick it please
(My design for Michael is ultra kill inspired where he is a suit of white/gold holy armor, but has an armet helmet instead of an empty hood. The helmet does come off but he would rather it didn't.)
Your absurd prayer has gotten the attention of Michael, he tilts his head at you and draws his sword to offer you the entire blade. "...If you must."
The sword is hot, yes, but not so hot that your tongue suffers terrible burns. You feel like he is smiling under the helmet? "Your sins aren't severe enough."
You wanted forcemasc? How about I’m duct taping your cunt and only fuck your ass? Never had anal before? That’s a shame. This is how you’ll be getting fucked from now on, don’t worry we’ll teach you to cum just from that
I've experimented with fingers and came pretty hard just from that.. I fear I'd be a proper sodomite in just a few hours.
Okay, imagine this. Empty church aside from priest and a faithful worshipper. It's eucharistic time, the faithful one on their knees before the priest, instead of a wafer for Christ its his own cock and he pushes into their waiting open mouth saying, "The Body of Christ" all the way down their throat filling the faithful with his sanctified seed
I've written one or two posts like this before, giving the body of Christ is a guilty pleasure of mine.. you sheep look so precious with your eyes rolled back and drool dribbling down your chin..
I'll keep a hand softly wrapped around your throat so I can feel you swallow <33
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Hello Father. I'm sorry to bother you but I've found myself seemingly overcome by a deep dark lust. I can't think and my body feels like it's on fire. Trying to use my own hands just seems to make it worse. Is there anything you can do to help me?
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"Oh I'm so glad you've come to me with this, my lamb. If you keep your voice down I think I have something in mind that could help us both..."
The Father's solution was to sit you down on his office chaise and kneel down between your legs in prayer; "Bless us O Lord, and these thy gifts which we are about to receive" his hands undress you slowly because he knows this is wrong, yet he continues until his lips can mouth slowly against your eager sex "Amen."
Father's hands hold onto the bottoms of your thighs as they tremble and lock around his head, your squirming doesn't matter to him when he's leisurely tonguing at your hole like he'll find forgiveness in there if he devotes himself for long enough.
When sweet release opens its gates to you he shudders and drinks down your nectar like wine.
Father, forgive me for I have sinned. It's been a day or so since my last confession.
I really must admit the power of flesh still has it's hold on me. It seems like lust is really a never ending battle... I would skirt around the issue but I know you wouldn't want to hear me ramble. It turns into less of a confession and more like a therapy session, if I don't push myself but..
I can't stop thinking about you. I mean I always am really, but more specifically, you on your knees. For me... I heard about how they would train Priests and Nuns when to kneel or stand at the sound of a 'click'. Like a dog, can you believe that, Father? I couldn't get the image of you beneath me out of my mind... I am ashamed to admit that I bought one of those dog clickers. I meant to see if you'd react to the sound if you heard it at random but I couldn't seem to find you alone until now, and well, I may as well take advantage of any time I could get to give confession.
I suppose that's not all, my sin of lust, is of lust after all.. There's so many things I could do to you when you're on your knees like that but I find that I really want to run my hands through your hair, find a nice grip, and shove your face against my sex. My dripping hole and hard cock making such a mess of your face as I grind into you. I would how long I could keep you there. If I could 'click' it again to make you keep kneeling if you tried to stand up...
Could you forgive for these thoughts, Father? I know they're quite perverse, I usually wouldn't ever dare indugle the idea of overpowering you in some way, however this seems to haunt me.
Father Thomas listened to the confession in silence up until you told him that he's been on your mind; he gets hot under the collar and takes a breath...
Clicking the small device in your pocket with the explanation was completely unnecessary, he exhales shakily and presses his thighs together when the sound yanks his willpower like a leash. He wasn't even clicker trained in seminary school! That's an older practice– Ba'al trained him like this.
His mouth waters involuntarily and he covers it for a second to calm down. If he weren't already kneeling in this booth he would be kneeling at this second. What was this confession about again
The explanation of what sin you'll do with that clicker is worse, Thomas almost groans and plays it off as (needy) sigh- That extra demonstration click gets him to whimper under his breath.
Oh. Oh you're done talking? The Father removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ground his dizzy mind "Uhh.." his voice comes out hoarse, bothered.
"I forgive you... And so does the Lord- But it sounds like you entertained this thought for a long time before rebuking it. Maybe you should give the clicker to me for safe kee–" click.
Thomas stops mid sentence and grits his teeth as a fresh wave of heat travels south.
"... You are dismissed." He orders you out breathlessly.
One of your mutts has found his way into my asks. A real whiny one, at that.
You're too easy on him, sweetheart. You give him whatever he wants.
I think he needs a good slap every once in a while... maybe it's good he came to me for that, then.
I just got that dog, he doesn't even have a collar yet! ...And punishing people is the Lord's job, not mine. I'll take your advice into consideration though.
