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Hellfire

Synopsis: Father Daniel has some quite strong words to say about abnormal sex but when it comes down to you can he really listen to his own preaching or will his own devil let him fall into that irresistible temptation.

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Author’s note: Welp here it is. This is based on a imagine post I put up on my side account, @sub-danny. The preach that Daniel gives at the beginning I actually took from a sermons website and the whole of it was... well I think the fact I am now using it for a pegging fic is fitting. This is very unholy so if you are strongly religious I might advise against reading this but you do you. See all of you guys in hell!

Warnings: f!reader, sub!priest Daniel, pegging, handjob, unholy use of holy water, religious kink, father kink???

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“Please hear me right, there is nothing wrong with sexual desire; it is a God-given gift – but when a person fulfils that desire in a forbidden, abnormal way – then it is wrong. Sexual encounters based on lust invariably lead to all sorts of problems. In this biblical example, it leads to David breaking the 6th, 7th, 9th and 10th commandment. This was a big problem at the time, unfortunately in our society, today sexually motivated lust is viewed as less of a problem, in fact in certain quarters it is practically encouraged.”

Father Daniel stood in front of the rows of seated people all captured by his compelling words, at least compelling to them, due to their narrow mindset towards lust. Before him was his stand which held his notes and bible that he continuously looked down to refer to. Even occasionally picking the bible up, holding it up for people to signify the importance of it. He wore his typical cassock which was just that little bit too short on him, at least in your opinion. The black material clung to him too tightly as if on purpose to show off the slight build up in his arms, the end of it hovering just around his ankles which picked up when he started to walk around the nave. He himself was still quite young, in his early 30’s and yet he had a very young-looking face. He had grown a slight stubble around his face and top lip which suited him. His hair was of average length brunette, the same colour of his warm eyes that looked over everyone. He held a polite smile as he addressed the crowd, but his words didn’t hold the same tone.

He stood at the top of a few steps and was able to look down upon them as he preached. To the right-hand side of him was the basin of holy water and to his left were the confession booths. Behind him was one of the most beautiful murals of Jesus you had ever seen. Made out of coloured glass, there were three sections of the window. On the far left was a picture of nativity, the middle and largest section which arched at the top was Jesus himself, looking down upon everyone in the church, yet his hand was raised to his face as if he was weeping. On the far right, the window displayed Jesus upon the cross, the last few breaths of his life fading away.

Your eyes fixed upon the window but were slowly drawn back to Father Daniel as he continued conducting mass. His arms were now raised, moving with every word he said, expressing everything he said with an incredible amount of emotional intensity.

However, as he preached about the sin of lust, and of abnormal sex, his eyes came and lingered on yours for just a few seconds before swiftly darting away to glance over to the rest of the crowd but the message was clear, the damage was done. It made a smirk come onto your face.

Sunday. You always come in on a Sunday. Was it a coincidence he decided today to conduct a mass on lust or was it perhaps more down to how the last conversation in his office went down? As you flexed your hand as if you could still feel the stickiness upon it.

“Firstly, and this is mainly to do with the lust of a sexual nature - we need to watch what we watch. Turn with me back to the Sermon on the Mount and Matthew 5:29-30. Is Jesus really suggesting we mutilate ourselves? If we take this passage in a literal sense we miss the point because believe me even people who are blind still lust. No, what Jesus is driving at here is dealing drastically with the thing that causes us to sin. Download the accountability software to your PC’s – don’t dwell on the attractive man or lady in the street – overt your eyes.”

As he speaks once again his eyes flicker back to linger upon yours. You meet him with passion, not willing to blink and lose this eye contact. With a slight hitch of his voice, his eyes leave yours again, his hands now going to grasp his stand which he held onto tightly with all the strength he had. He was preaching so much about how lust was sin, how abnormal sex was bad, and for a moment you worried that maybe bringing your bag was a bad idea. Your eyes flicker down to the black carrier bag which pressed to your side, and you could see the outline of the phallic toy pressed in it. The excitement sparked within you though and any guilt that might have amassed quickly vanished as soon as it came.

“Let me finish with a word of hope if you find yourself in the position of giving in to your lusts or snared in a pattern of behaviour that you know is unhelpful. There is a way back, and David who gave in to his sexual lusts with Bathsheba demonstrates it.”

Coming to the end of his mass, Father Daniel finally asks everyone to pray. All around you people close their eyes, raising their hands to press their palms together. Father Daniel joins them, starting to say out loud, “Our father, who art in heaven”

You close your eyes, to fit in. But your mind is not even mildly interested in praying away any sins you might have earned. Perhaps a few months ago you would have, but with the new arrival of Father Daniel to your church, after Father Ted had to leave, things had taken a drastic turn. Your mind focuses back on Father Daniel as you listen to the sweet melody of his voice. His voice was one of the first things that had attracted you to him, that and the irresistible body he had. His voice reminded you of the sound of rain on a wood cabin, giving you a feeling of warmth and comfort. You suppose that was what Priests are supposed to be like, a source of comfort. Yet it was more of that. As you listened to him speak your mind trailed back to the little gasps he would make as you brought him to the edge of his climax, the way his cheeks would flush bright red when his hips twitched involuntarily. It made you wonder how many times Daniel prayed to God after your encounters, begging for forgiveness. After a particularly intense session with him, you knew he felt tremendous guilt for betraying his religion, though that never seemed to stop him from going for a second time. A part of you wondered if today’s sermon was more for his own mind rather than anyone else.

You weren’t sure how he would react with what you had brought today, if he would be giving in to his slut nature again or if this might be too far for him. It was certainly new for him. You had squeezed his ass before in bypassing, seeing the way he would jolt, how his face would swiftly snap towards you, giving you a scandalised look though his cheeks lit up and a slight smile would twitch on his lips, but you had never touched him down there before. He might freak out at the thought, especially with what he was saying earlier. But you wanted to try. You knew deep down no matter how much he might preach, he would always be a whore for lust.

After five minutes of praying, people started to stand up and leave as the mass came to an end. You opened your eyes to watch how Daniel left his position to walk to the confession booth and stepped in, waiting to see if anyone had anything to confess.

An old lady Bess quickly went into the other cubical and a man waited outside of his turn. You continued to stay seated waiting for your chance to sneak into the booth when everyone else had taken their leave. You collected your bag, looking through all the toys you had brought and decided what you want to test out on him today.

After about ten minutes the man finally left the booth and you quickly opened the door and slipped into the booth. Though you couldn’t see him, knowing he was sitting in there, so close to you and yet not knowing it was you who was sitting there just yet, the thought of that thrilled you.

“What would you like to confess today?” his voice rings out from the other side.

“I’ve been having some sinful thoughts Father.”

You could hear his breath hitch within the confessional. He knew your voice almost better than he knew his own voice now, and as soon as you had spoken he knew who was on the side. With what you said he also knew the nature of what you were referring to. He couldn’t acknowledge it was you, however, for confessionals are meant to be anonymous, and to acknowledge you would be breaking one of his sacred values.

“Well, I hope today’s mass might have provided some guidance for you,” his voice gradually says, though it is a lot less louder than before.

“I’ll confess. Father, you’re words added to some of the sinful thoughts I’ve been having.”

“We can talk through a section in the bible I believe might help you with these thoughts-”

“Perhaps I can tell them to you, Father, and then you can offer guidance on what to do next.”

The tension in the air was thick and with every passing second, it felt like hours. You knew how his mind would be rushing with thoughts, his little Devil and angel debating on what he should say. Should he listen to you? Should he give in to the temptation of you? From the previous times you two have been in his office, they hadn’t been so holy and he knew what angle you were trying to go for by suggesting this, yet nevertheless the temptation of the Devil, well, even a Priest would find it so hard to resist.

“If it would help you to tell me…”

He didn’t need to say anymore, he has given into the trap you have woven for him.

“They are about you Father. I have lustful thoughts about you. I imagine you beneath me, calling out my name between your little pants and groans. I imagine defiling you within church, in front of Jesus.”

You could hear the way his breath had picked up and you knew how much your words were clearly affecting him.

“Most of all, I want to have your ass thrusted up before me and I want to be pummeling into it with my toy. I want to see you lose it by being full up, from being thrusted into. I want to see how your pretty asshole takes me in so nicely. I want to see you come apart on my toy.”

“Y/n I really don’t think this is appropriate-” he managed to stagger his words out of his shaking voice.

“Did you just say my name?”

He hadn’t even realised he’d used your name when clearly his rule was to not let it be known if he knew who was in the confessional booth. Inwardly he cursed at himself for his negligence to his duty though there was one significant reason to why he had not been paying too much attention to his words but he was desperately trying to ignore it.

“I offer my sincerest apologies, as you know it is my policy to keep confessions anonymous.”

He paused to hear what you would say back, but you didn’t give him a reply. Instead, he heard movement in the other confessional, a door opening and then suddenly the door of the booth he was in was pulled open, showering him in light. From where he was sitting he was forced to look up at you standing over him.

“My, my, what do we have here Father?”

He gulped, seeing how your eyes instantly trailed down to the fact that the crotch area had a prominent crease within the cassock. Daniel’s eyes briefly glanced down to it as well. He could feel himself becoming aroused at your words before, but actually seeing his shame was a whole other humiliation for him.

“Y/n, this isn’t, this isn’t right. We need to leave this as it is, not to tempt the devil.”

“Did you say that last time? Right before I had you cumming just from my hand?”

He swallows, remembering all too well the feeling of being brought to breaking point by your hand. You had worked wonders on him and he knew no amount of praying would ever be able to get the memory of the pleasure out of his mind but he was trying his best to withhold temptation again though seemingly failing miserably.

“Y/n, please we musn’t…”

He quickly clamped his jaw shut when he felt the way your fingers suddenly grasped the side of his face, slowly moving along his jawline. Your hand came to hold his chin, roughly forcing it up to stare you in the eye, and with a slight flicker you placed your thumb upon his lips, without even having to press down too hard, he let you push your thumb into his mouth.

He let out a muffled moan as he allowed your thumb to push into his mouth and gently he sucked it, feeling his insides flutter at the sensation.

When you pulled your thumb back out of his mouth, his chest heaved from the need to breathe and with a weak voice he whimpered out one last little protest,

“Y/n.”

Yet when you leaned down, your lips hovering over his, barely touching, he eagerly gave in to the desire to feel your lips upon his, to have them moving against him capturing all sorts of noises from his throat.

Without really thinking about it he was letting your hand slip around his waist, coxing him to stand up. As you backed up he eagerly followed your lips not wanting to lose the sensation. His eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself within the kiss and therefore he didn’t know where you were moving him to until your lips finally pulled away from his.

With your hand still wrapped around his waist, you place your other hand on his shoulder and slowly push him down and then turned him around, shoving him down further until you were able to position him to lie face down upon the stairs at the front of the church.

“Now you be a good boy, Father and stay there.”

His eyes watched you as you quickly hurried back to the confessional and leant in. Goosebumps rose up on his skin and he felt a shiver go through him as he saw you bring out a bag and he knew exactly what was inside.

“Get on your hands and knees for me Father.”

He hesitated for a second, just for a second but he gave into your commands and pulled himself up, placing his knees and the palms of his hands upon the cold stone stairs. His legs were shaking from his nerves due to never doing something like this before. He didn’t know what he should be expecting plus he knew he should be outright refusing to have any involvement in this especially after what he was preaching not only an hour before and yet the thought on you on top of him, within him, excited him to no end.

He waited patiently, unable to see you as you stood behind him but he could hear the way your steps echoed as you walked across the floor, pacing back and forth behind him.

“I didn’t bring any lube, but I did bring a bottle, I’ve just need to fill it with some water. I think this will do.”

Daniel dared to glance over his shoulder and saw you standing beside the basin of holy water. Your eyes caught his and a smirk came onto your face as you scooped some of the holy water into your bottle. He had blessed that water only this morning and now it was going to be used for one of the most unholy things he could imagine.

You disappeared from his field of vision again and he was left to try and guess what you were doing next. Your footsteps came nearer him again but then they ceased and he didn’t hear any sound of movement making dread slowly fill him up as he waited in anticipation.

When he felt his cassock suddenly being yanked over his hips, resting up against his waist exposing his legs and boxers underneath he let out a surprised yelp.

“I always find it odd that Priests wear boxers under such old clothing, it’s like a sense of realism.”

“You are one to speak of realism with what you are about to do with me,” he snaps back, the words spilling out of his mouth without even thinking of them.

“My, my Father, where has this come from? This isn’t the polite well-mannered man I usually know.”

His breath shudders as he lowers his head in defeat at your words, guilt creeping up in them.

“I apologise y/n I-”

He didn’t get any other words in before his voice was cut off with a yelp escaping his throat as you smacked him harshly on the ass. His whole body jolted forward from the sudden contact and he had to bite down on his lip to prevent any other sounds from coming out.

“Don’t apologise, father, I like it.”

Your fingers trailed up to his boxers, looping around the material and with a quick tug you pulled them down to his knees, exposing his ass for you. Feeling the fresh air on him made his skin break out into shivers and his heart rate increase as the reality of the situation, of what was about to happen to him came into play. Your cold hands clasped down upon his cheeks and slowly spread them apart, exposing his entrance to you. He hung his head down, embarrassed that you were seeing a whole new side to him no one else had ever seen before.

“There’s no need to be shy Father, you look so pretty. That little hole is puckering and just begging to be entered.”

“Please,” he finally managed to croak out, finding his voice again. He didn’t want to wait and be teased, he wanted this now, and he wanted it hard.

“Patience is a virtue Father, you need to be prepared first.”

Without any more warning, his back suddenly arched as he felt cold water spill over his ass, trailing all down his crack and onto his ballsack and without thinking he said the first thing that came into mind.

“Shit!”

“Such a dirty mouth Father, you should be punished for it.”

Your left hand went to grasp his hip to hold him steady and with the other hand, you pressed your index finger into his hole, prising it open. A whimper left his throat as his body tensed up feeling how your finger pushed into him as far as it could. The inside of him was so warm it was almost as if he was burning your finger as you kept it buried within him. Slowly you pulled your finger out most of the way before pressing it back into him again which caused him to groan.

You started with a slow pace at first, letting him get used to his inside being repeatedly pushed open and stretched, and when you felt the rim around your finger start to relax, you pushed your middle finger into him as well. Your scissored your fingers inside of him, so he would get used to being stretched open further. By now he was whimpering, his own hip occasionally twitched back onto your fingers, pushing them in further. When you pressed your third finger into him, creating a triangle shape within him, his legs started to quiver. The feeling of being penetrated was a feeling he was surprised he enjoyed so much and quietly he started to call out to you, “More.”

After a few more minutes fingering him, you pulled all three of your fingers out of him and watched the way his pretty, puffed up red hole clenched around nothing. He let out a pitiful cry from suddenly being empty and he thrusted his own back seeking you out again.

He didn’t have to wait long however as you stepped into the harness and then grasping the dildo with one hand you poured the rest of the holy water you had gathered onto it, getting on your knee’s lining up with his entrance. You took a hold of his hip again as you positioned the dildo on his hole and then slowly you pushed in.

Such a lewd moan left his lips as his entrance was forced open by you, being stretched further than it ever had before. He was panting for breath as it felt like it had been knocked out of him as you split him open and when you finally bottomed out within him, he could barely hold his weight and collapsed upon the top of the stairs. He could feel the coldness of the dildo pressing against his walls, the tip of it digging into that spot that could cause him so much pleasure.

“Now, now, we can’t be having that can we?”

Your right hand now free leaned forward and grasped the back of his neck, making sure not to hold it too tight but enough to raise his head off the ground and force him to look up.

“Look ahead of you Father, look at that picture of Jesus.”

He whimpered as reluctantly his eyes flickered up to take in the sight of the Jesus stained glass and how it seemed to be looking exactly down at him.

“Look at how Jesus is watching you take it up the ass, in your own church none the less and it feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” he whispered, a few tears starting to swell up in his eyes.

“Tell him, tell Jesus how much you love it up the ass.”

“I love it, I love it,” he said in a slightly higher voice but it still wasn’t loud enough.

“I said,” you growled into his ear, slowly pulling out of him again until just the tip was within him. “Tell him how much you love it in the ass.”

You thrusted back into him as hard as you could, using your hand wrapped around his neck to pull his own body back into you. From the way he was pushed open so quickly again, how the dildo hit directly onto his prostate, it made Daniel cry out from the pleasure that crashed over him.

“Christ! I love it! I fucking love it!”

Your hand gripped his neck a bit tighter as you choose to thrust shortly but quickly into him, grunting every time your hips slapped into him, sending his body forward just for you to pull him back to you. He had no control over his own body anymore, all he could do was desperately put the palms of his hand upon the church floor to stop himself sliding too far on it. His knees were being scrubbed raw as you continued to push his body forward on the ground but however the much the pain might hurt, the pleasure of the dildo hitting into his prostate was enough for his mind to forget it.

“Blasphemy in a church? How sinful of you, Father.”

“It’s so good, I need it harder y/n, god, please.”

“If you so wish, Father.”

You picked up your pace, eager to hear every loud moan and gasp that escaped him and echoed loudly around the Chruch, you were convinced anyone within a miles radius of the Chruch would hear how slutty Daniel was being, but she was beyond the point of caring anymore.

You removed your hand from the back of his neck now as you changed to longer thrusts, trying to push as far as you could inside of him, with your other hand you reached beneath him and took his throbbing cock that was now dripping pre-cum into your hand and you started to pump it in time with your thrusts.

His jaw went slack with the sudden extra pleasure till now he could only exclaim “God” with every jolt of his hips but you still wanted to mess with him. He was already hard in your hand and as you started to move your hand along the skin, feeling the way it pulsed within your parm, the pre-cum flicking out and onto the floor below.

“Pray, Father. I want to hear you pray or I won’t allow you to come.”

“Y/n,” he whimpered, his body tensing again as he felt the pull of his release getting nearer but with him not listening to your order, you start to release his cock from your hand which made him cry out as his release was pulled away from him.

“W-Wait, Our f-father, who, who art in heaven, hall-llow be thy n-name,”

Smiling you put your hand back onto his cock and started to pump it, feeling it instantly harden again, occasionally swiping your thumb over his tip making him cry out between his words.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be do-done, on, on earth as it is in heaven.”

“Good boy, now carry on, I want you to get to the end of it before you come.”

It felt impossible as he was desperately trying to hold back from cumming all over your hand as you still pumped him while hitting his prostate in his ass causing more and more pleasure to roll over him likes waves in a sea.

“Give us this day, our, our, daily b-bread and forgive us our, tres-tres-trespasses, as we for-forgive those who, who trespass against us.”

“Would you say I trespass against you?” you teased, leaning into his back to press kisses onto his neck and get a better angle to thrust into him.

“And lead us not into temptation,” he whimpered, his face turning bright red from knowing how he had utterly given in to temptation, and the fact he could no longer speak a few words before gasping or moaning only added to it.

“But-but deliver us from the evil one.”

“Would you say I am the Devil, Father?”

His speech stopped for a moment as another groan pulled from his throat as he desperately tried to starve off his release but you could sense he was reaching his limit as his whole body trembled beneath you.

“For thine is the king-kingdom, and the p-p-power, and the glory, forever and ever.”

You gave one last deep thrust into him and he knew this was it for him, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Amen.” you both said together as he finally came in your hand, his whole body shaking from the swarms of pleasure that crashed over him and made him collapse onto the cold stone floor of the church. His hips still moved in time with the pumps of cum that leaked out of him, fucking himself back onto the dildo which you had stopped moving within him. His cum went everywhere over the chruch floor as well and he knew he would have to clean it up soon but for now, as he felt you slowly pull out of him, leaving him empty but satisfied, he was content in lying there and not caring about what the afterlife might have in store for him.

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