#religious play

[father-lucius]

Priest who gets aroused just doing his duties (because he’s a heirophiliac and doesnt know it), so he mistakenly attributes it to the Holy Spirit™️ moving through him and making him hard. He experiences ecstasy as he cums hands-free alone in the confessional, coming out of it believing it is completely fine because it was actually God who made him cum.. 🥴

[hunted-seraphim]

You’ve been staring at me strangely the whole sermon- is there something on your mind, little lamb?

[culticterror]

"There you go, good girl." Vivian grinned, reaching into their ample cleavage, which was held up by their latex corset and pulling out a single vial of a glowing blue substance.

Isabella involuntarily moaned, more tingles flurrying through her mind. The somewhat demeaning praise from the woman made the nun feel oddly warm.

"You're lucky I saved this one, alcohol free too. Just for you Sister." Vivian boasted as she unceremoniously poured the liquid into Isabella's waiting mouth.

It tasted somewhat sour, but surprisingly delicious. Isabella couldn't pinpoint the flavor however as it unnaturally spread itself over her tongue and slowly coating the entire inside of her mouth.

Vivian stepped back to watch and enjoy what was about to come.

"FUCK!!" Isabella screamed unabashedly as she suddenly collapsed to her knees, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through her. The girl had already begun to gently bounce in place mindlessly, her head filled to the brim with foreign thoughts of lust and promiscuity.

Meanwhile her body continued to ramp up with energy. The redhead leaned forward towards Vivian slightly as she practically humped the floor. Isabella used her right hand to hold herself up while her left hand made its way towards the space between her legs.

There was but for a moment, an ounce of resistance when the nun's eyes locked onto Vivian's. Steeling herself against the relentless volley of sin threatening to plunge her head first into rapturous oblivion. Isabella strained against it for an eternity, holding onto her faith as a source of strength.

Until another wave of thunderous euphoria crashed into her mind, washing away everything as her eyes slipped into the back of her head. Cyan drool pooled from her wet lips, splattering onto the toe of Vivian's black boot.

Isabella's left hand pressed itself uselessly against the thick fabric of her habit, a last bastion of protection that prevented any further self-defilement.

Vivian was just about ready to rip the outfit to shreds herself, until she noticed something peculiar. The nun's clothes began to glitch, blurring and shifting. Taking on a new form, shrinking tighter in some areas while other layers underneath faded out of existence entirely. When the cloth finally settled down, the habit had become a mockery of its former purpose. The front of nun's legs were bare save for a single long flap of black material which did nothing to hide her indecent state. While the top half had turned into form fitting long sleeved leotard.

Isabella made no indication that she was aware of the alteration to her clothes, other than her left hand forcing the barriers aside in order to insert themselves inside her pussy. She gasped, sputtered and moaned incoherently much to Vivian's delight. Isabella squealed in mindless bliss as she experienced her first orgasm, and her second, and third… Eventually reaching eight total climaxes before her body finally gave out.

Although clearly exhausted, Isabella continued to masturbate furiously on autopilot, panting like an overheated puppy.

After about a minute or so, Vivian noticed the Sister slowing down and returning to some form of consciousness. "Welcome back Sister, looks like you've got some real talent."

"I uh… F-fuck." Isabella said before realizing the word that came out of her mouth. She would never use vulgar language like that… And yet it felt kind of.. Good? "What's happening to me?"

"You just became my bitch is what. Now clean my boots with your mouth, don't want any void to go to waste." Vivian snarled down at the disgraced holy woman.

“I.. Yes, Mistress." Isabella muttered much to her own surprise. Unsure where the words even came from. Her mind was reeling, unable to really think at all as she lowered her face to Vivian's boots. Forced to stare into her own neon spittle before settling her lips directly into the substance.

Excerpt from one of my stories; Prey to the Void

[necro-erotic]

i go crazy over cult leaders. just leadership in general. when people assume a position of power and everybody eagerly follows hnnghgnghgn i want my autonomy to be totally usurped by a cult leader who favours me out of the entire flock and nobody questions it when they insist on raping me infront of everyone because they know best. i like people who want to save me from myself and are eager to take the reins of my entire existence and steer me toward a "better me", the "best me", with harmful intentions of just brainwashing me to worship them.

i want to be someones pretty, sacrificial lamb :( spread my blood on the lintel and posts of your door to save yourself and ill wait outside wordlessly for you. you know whats best. ill be your brainless devoted follower. carve your name onto the small of my back that i cannot reach myself, make me lay on hot coals for you, make me fast in your honour to be cleansed, to be worthy enough for you to regard me as your apostle. make me holy, too. make jesus jealous of the extremity of my sacrifices for you.

[god-damned-me]

Kind of a sequel to this?

But you’re not casting me away are you, Father? Today’s service is over and I am here on my knees for you once again. This must be amusing to you… Poor catholic boys with their chastity vows, always so desperate and pent up if you just look close enough or push them ever so slightly. Your church doesn’t demand you suffer like this. Bet you have some lovely wife at home, probably a few kids.

You won’t treat me like your wife, not at all.

First, this time you finally slap my face. Sharp noise echoes from this gorgeous church’s walls, stinging pain leaves me breathless. Something between disgust and pity in your eyes and sheer devotion in mine.

[father-lucius]

More hot young Catholic priests just need their cocks sucked, I think. You know, to keep them from more temptation. Just milking them from time to time.. give them a little pass like, quarterly maybe. This could even result in partially solving the priest shortage. Where can I petition the Vatican for this?

I volunteer for the job, of course!

[servegothess]

Giving in to my sadistic urge to whisper trigger words and moan in your ear at the most inappropriate times. Like at your important work dinner or the middle of a boring sermon at church. What do you think is indicating to everyone that you’re so weak for My voice right now? How glossy your eyes are or how you squirm in your seat when My lips graze your ear. You’re so easy to rile up. Here, I’ll run my nail along your spine to help you sit up straight. If you groan like you usually do, that’s on you. Have some composure, slut. Everyone is watching.

[anonymous-bjd-siren]

"Are blood sacrifices a required part of your religion?" What no that's just my kink. This ritual is foreplay, we're about to fuck