Yan + Priest Reader Drabble
[Religious themes, Bondage, Sfw but suggestive themes, mentions of watching Reader undress, Submissive Yan]
"Had I never found my faith, I imagine a future where I too delved in the realm of sexual deviacy."
Gospel flows as freely from your lips in the similar fluidity to ink from a pen. The rush and roar of waterfall pacifies the venom of your bolden words. Wisdom vile and posed had it ushered forth from a serpent's tongue - rancid beasts corrupted by temptations ripe for the fill of their bottomless gullets.
"Man... Woman... Some other gender..." Your dominant hand rolls with grace on the crux of your wrist as thought comes to you - catching on the sleeve of your robes as they flutter daintly from your shoulders.
"So long as the body was willing and of adult age, there would be no limit to my conquest of the flesh. The vows of a ring would only sweeten the victory in the eyes of that other me."
A truth your disciple knows all to well. Had the idea alone failed to push them closer to the welcoming embers of hellfire - they'd sooner pluck the rotten teeth from the gums of every sinner who laid themselves bare at your disposal.
As if they were any holier.
Undying faith croaks from a throat rubbed raw and blistering with ache from hours of prayer. For forgiveness. For your praise. For rite to walk by your side once more with their head held high towards the brilliant sun.
"F...forgive me.... I... do now know what came over me. Do not lessen yourself to a creature like me. Given second grace, I swear on the lives of all I hold dear...."
"Shhh.... Hush, now. Rid your mind of such thoughts - my silly little lamb."
In all your merciful glory, you kneel before the riverside; cupping your hands into a shallow bowl as you dip them gingerly into the cool stream. Filling your makeshift cup, you climb with caution to your feet - each step careful and calculated as they sink into the softened earth.
"Drink. I tell you these things to soothe you. I have not an ounce of shame nor remove for what I have told you on this night."
There isn't need for you to repeat yourself twice. Towering above one strayed so far from your teachings, it's almost amusing to see them obey as obediently as the rest. Silken rope bites at their chafed skin as they crane their neck upwards to partake in your more than generous offering - bindings grafted to your waist mere hours ago.
The first article of clothing to fall before their lustful gaze; hidden just beyond the gap in your wardrobe.
"Have you brought me here to punish me for my sins?" Tongue moistened by your generosity, the same abandon that lead to their infiltration of your private quarters strikes a second cord.
"Forgive me for speaking out of turn.... But to drown at your hands.... Your face being the final, parting gift from wretched planet..... It's far too merciful for a gluttonous soul as mine."
Humor boils in the pits of your stomach; erupting from your chest in a howl of laughter that'd send chills through the most wicked of demons.
"Drown you? What sort of teacher would I be if I went to those lengths? No, I have better plans for you."
A faith in stone crueler than depriving their lungs of oxygen. Air clears from their chest regardless as the buttons of your shirt part o
"We will bath together, as one. Wash your sins clean so that you may walk amongst the heavens as I'm sure you desire. Accept me. Accept our lord. Bare witness to my naked flesh and cast your lust aside. Then you will truly be free, my sweet lamb."
Arms parted in greeting - your disciple prays you enjoy your eternity with the angels. Once their arms are freed and they're left to slither back to the shelter of home - there is only one course of action for a demon bestowed with the finest blessing any manner of being could ask for.
