#priest posting

[yoursweetcorpse]

a perverted priest who finally gives in. rolling up his robe enough so you can see how hard his cock is. his trembling thighs. the way he'd beg to you like a prayer, "I don't care where. but please touch me" without even looking at you, because he can't fathom what he's doing. an "oh god" falling meekly from his tongue.

[confirmed-and-contorted]

a priest bewitched by a reclusive witch.

he comes to see her in secret - away from the prying eyes of his congregation.

his heart heavy with resentment, guilt, and anger - yet he still visits, longing for the blasphemous touch of her skin.

riddled with shame brought on by his sworn oath to be a righteous and holy servant of God - he takes her right then and there in her secluded cottage.

with heavy breaths and silent, soft, prayers - bent over furniture - half-unbuttoned, skewed clothing and hiked-up skirts.

praying for salvation and forgiveness for what he is doing, and for the climax he so scornfully craves - to be satiated, utterly and completely, if only for that moment.

[bruised-saint]

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[apollos-boyfriend]

struggling in making my dante mii because none of the personalities are negative enough. where’s my deadbeat bum option

[4pplepieprincess]

priest who wraps a rosary around the base of his cock and chokes his vampire lover on it anyways

[devout-devours]

Am I Your Creation or Are You Mine?

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,

And I’ll sin again.

What else were we meant to do, Father?

You put us in a world where the tender

Touch of passing hands between man

Is demonized.

Forgive me Father for I have lied,

And I’ll lie again.

What else should I say, Father,

When the world is enough

To make grown men cry?

Forgive me Father, if when I kneel

I do not say your name.

It doesn’t come off my lips like theirs,

I do not have a believers tongue.

Forgive me Father,

My prayers are not solid.

They are said in haste,

Treated like a superstition.

A “just in case”

Rather than an offering.

Maybe you should ask me

For forgiveness too, Father?

Worship me like your God?

Am I your creation,

Or are you mine?

Kneel before me, Father.

Lick my wounds,

For a God should not bleed as I have.

Love me wholly.

Satisfy my hunger

For the divine.

[morgueeangell]

Cockwarming a priest just to wait until he finally snaps and fucks you desperately like a mutt in heat.....mmmmmm

[dusk-legion-diplomacy]

A Natural Respite and Refuge

Spring had come at last. The cold ache of winter receded, letting the new yellow-green growths on the trees finally color the hills and mountains that clove Torrezon in half. The rivers were running high, new life was growing and blooming everywhere, and the sun was shining.

Arturo had received a small bonus stipend a short while back that he had been saving for this trip. They would need a proper arrangement of horses, hearty and trail-tested ones at that, in order to carry everyone and everything through the mountains. He had invited the High Marshal to come join him before he set off back home. Guitirre had been a little surprised at the invitation, but decided to take him up on the offer.

"A few weeks out in nature will do you good," Arturo had said to him. From the look on his face, the older vampire couldn't disagree.

He made sure to stock up on plenty of supplies -- tents, things to sleep on, various tools, a number of maps, all kept either bound to saddlebags or things that would need to be carried. Arturo had planned for at least thirty to accompany them on this trip, just to be safe. It was going to be a long journey.

Lazaro had been a bit hesitant to leave his own duties behind. There was much to be done, much to plan, but Arturo had been incredibly insistent, and so the priest finally caved. The paladin knew he'd be thanking him later. Hopefully. So long as the others didn't get into too much trouble, of course.

The paladin did compromise on stopping in a small village on the eastern side, after they crossed back over, just so he could send out a bit of paperwork that he'd be bringing along with him. He thought that Lazaro might've been granted more leeway now that the bat was gone, even temporarily, but apparently he was wrong in that assumption.

Regardless, he also had made some arrangements to ensure that the animals were being watched. Hibana would be accompanying, but on leash. Otherwise he knew the wolf would simply run off and get too lost on his own. Luckily, getting the leash to be nearly as long as his house was wide wasn't of too much trouble, so he could still run enough. Aster, Guitirre's mastiff, seemed not to like him very much. The High Marshal told her to hush her whining and growling.

He went through one last bit of counting to make sure that everything was ready before he went to go call Vasro to begin grabbing their guests and fellow adventurers.