#priest!levi

[aphroditaeon]

oh to seduce the most strict and moral man of god 😇

[titanarts]

Someone on Twitter gave me an idea a few days ago with one of their tweets, so then I decided it needed to be drawn up and did it :')

[minxiebutt]

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She comes to him, a sinner seeking the guidance of a righteous man, and instead she is spread like a lamb over the altar. Satan himself could not disguise a wolf so deceptively; he must be proud to have sent such a successful stumbling block wrapped in white.

He drenches her in consensual violence until she’s gorged and sated like a pig for slaughter. His hand tight on her throat while she orgasms and he thrusts relentlessly. The lashings that welt her skin, from the blades of her shoulders to the backs of her knees. She’ll be bruised for a week where he’s bound her to the pulpit too tightly.

Perhaps this is her sense of atonement for some dastardly deed, even if it pleasures her. She craves his tongue dancing on derogatory profanities, demanding and demeaning. When he whispers against her mouth, she spasms with shaky breaths. He dips down to bite and she surrenders to his piercing canines. He’ll shred her skin and expose her bones.

“Show me that you remember what I taught that mouth to do.”

There’s wickedness and sin thriving in her blood like a rampant infection. She should have him exorcise her. Have him dive between her legs again and say a prayer for the deliverance of her soul (that God have mercy on her soul for leading him to desecrate this holy place). He trespasses the commandment of the Lord and spills his seed down her throat to their mutual satisfaction.

“Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

“Bless you, my child.” He crosses her, presses the wafer to her tongue, and offers the chalice of wine. He witnesses the spirit of gluttony within her as she greedily drinks up every last drop. To chase away the demon, he runs his tongue over the seam of her mouth.

Afterward, she sits at his feet and reads to him of Mary Magdalene washing her savior’s heels with her hair, and he strokes his thumb along the nape of her neck.

[levierenlove]

Shattered Belief

When Levi was young, no more than six or seven, an exorcist came to his town to do an exorcism. His boy self had been fascinated by the man, and the man had taken an interest in him. He’d gone with him that day, to begin an apprenticeship to be an exorcist.

That had been many many years ago. Levi had changed from that eager young believer. Yes, he’d been through the rigorous training of becoming an exorcist. Yes, he was considered one of the best. But all those years and he’d never met a demon. Not a single one. He’d watched so many exorcisms. And they were all fake. It made him question his beliefs, and his trust in his masters. Either his masters were easily deceived, or the did this for show. Which really pissed Levi off. His boyhood dreams, shattered. His faith, ruined. 

Yet he was still a priest. He still dressed as a man of the cloth, still performed the exorcisms he was called out for. But they were never real. Each one made him curl his lip in disgust. He wanted to smack the supposed victims senseless, tell them that demons weren’t real. But he refrained.

And now, he was headed to yet another exorcism. Another fake, another headache. He sighed, annoyed, gripping his rosary so tightly it almost cracked.