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lily-sofii · 20 days ago

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Just another ritual

Tw(?): Reader is the traveler, female reader, mentions of Kinich and Mauvika, made up rituals, virgin reader, aphrodisiacs, anal and vaginal sex, I forgot about Cacucu so he’s not there after the ritual, it’s all Citlali’s fault

Natlan was one of the most grueling nations to get through, both because of the enemies and because the heat was making it difficult to travel too much during the day. That’s why the Masters of the Night-Wind was your favorite tribe. In the hub, it was always dark and cold. As much as that could make people gloomy, in Natlan, it felt like a life saving oasis.

And you didn’t seem to be the only one who thought that. Another frequent visitor of the tribe was Ifa, along with his Saurian companion Cacucu. You haven't known them for as long as you have known Ororon, but you still considered them to be close friends of yours.

“Hey bro!”

You sit up from lying down, seeing Cacucu flying above your head. His feathers looked dark purple in the dim lighting. Wait, if Cacucu is here, then where is Ifa?

Before you can ask the pink Saurian about Ifa’s whereabouts, the voice of who you seek speaks up. Along with the voice of another man, a friend of yours. Ororon.

“Oh, Hey bro!”

Ororon's voice sounds enthusiastic as he speaks, but Ifa doesn't seem to have the same energy. He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Ororon.

“Whoa, not calling her granny anymore? Or are you just copying me?”

You smile at their childish antics, your heart feeling warm as they continue bickering. They continue arguing as they come to you, each of them sitting on either side of you.

Cacucu seems to cheer up a bit more now that Ifa is here, seating himself in your lap. You pet the Saurian that's sitting on your thighs, your thumb running along his beak.

Small arguments like these were common between the two, so you paid them very little attention. The issue is always resolved in a few minutes, if not less.

“Hey granny? Are you coming to the ritual of lustful souls tonight? Me, Ifa and Cacucu are going.”

What ritual? This is the first time you have heard of it. As if seeing the confusion in your face, Ifa clears his throat and explains.

“This ritual is a yearly occurrence in Ororon’s tribe. It celebrates the lust of the tribesman, along with encouraging lust of the partners that attend the ritual.”

Well, that explains what the ritual is but it doesn’t explain why on Teyvat Ororon and Ifa want you to attend it with them. It sounds… intimate. Like it was something only pairs should attend. And you certainly were not a partner of Ifa or Ororon.

Ororon’s eyes light up almost comically as he looks at you, his ears twitching in excitement. I mean, how could anyone decline that cute puppy-like look… Well, a bat-like look, since it’s Ororon. Before your heart could melt any further, Cacucu speaks up in his usual loud voice.

“Lust ritual bro!”

Did they make Cacucu say that so that you’d go with them? It seems like something the small Saurian would not say of his own free will.

Ifa swats at the small Saurian in your lap, making him fly off. Your eyes follow Cacucu as he seats himself on Ifa’s hat, bouncing on it slightly. Whether it was due to being proud of his talking, or from excitement about you going to the ritual, you didn’t know.

Well, they went out of their way to invite you and never said that they wanted to do anything… lustful, as the name of the ritual implies.

Ororon sees the hesitation in your eyes, his expression dropping slightly.

“Please don’t feel forced just because we’re your friends. If you don’t wanna go, you don’t have to.”

You shake your head, smiling up at him. It will be fun, won’t it? You have attended many of the tribe’s rituals, this won’t be any different.

Ifa smirks and ruffles your hair, shifting the weight from one of his legs to the other.

“Well, if you’re sure, then let’s get going. The ritual starts in 30 minutes, and we need to get dressed beforehand. Citlali would kill us if we didn’t.”

Ororon’s bright smile returns back to his face, his hand moving to grip yours.

Well, now you can’t decline anymore.

When you arrived at Ororon’s place, you expected to get dressed for the ritual, sure… but this?! You thought that it would be traditional clothing for the tribe, not what the two men were wearing in front of you!

“You good bro?”

Of course not! What on Teyvat were the two wearing?!

Ororon smiles and fixes the straps of leather that were on his chest, highlighting his pectoral muscles. You blush and look away, feeling embarrassed and… weirdly aroused.

They look naked. Ororon has a few leather straps on his chest, and a purple breechcloth. Ifa doesn’t have anything on his torso, only painted marks in his usual colors. His pants are non-existent, he only has something akin to a loincloth.

What did you expect, it is a ritual that encourages lust. Of course the tribe’s people will wear revealing and lust invoking clothes!

Ifa begins putting a small black strap on Cacucu, most probably to make the small Saurian feel included, meanwhile Ororon reaches into his closet, taking out a white loincloth, black leather straps and something you can only describe as a really revealing bikini top.

“This is something women wear during the ritual. I went through the trouble of getting them in your size… and the reason your loincloth is white, is because that is how women of the tribe show that they are virgins.”

His voice sounded so excited, as if it wasn’t saying the most embarrassing thing ever! Ifa moves to grab your tank top, tugging it off. Not being able to react from shock you let him do so, covering your stomach when you snap back to reality.

“Take your bra off, bro. We need to put the top on you.”

It felt unlawful calling a bikini a top, but Ororon didn’t seem to care. He grabs your bra and tugs on it. Understanding that there’s no way out, you comply and take your bra off. Ifa, seemingly the only one who understands embarrassment, turns around to give you a slight amount of privacy as you dress. Ororon on the other hand? His eyes were drinking up the sight that was before them.

You turn your back to him and take your bra off, grabbing the small bikini top to put it on.

After you have the leather bikini like top on, Ifa turns back around, a soft smile plastered on his lips. You toss the bra you had before aside, turning to face the two men. Ororon hands you the white loincloth he brought for you, the white silky material touching your fingertips.

You don't even know how to put the loincloth on! This is your first time attending such a ritual!

Ororon sees the confusion written all over your face and takes the loincloth back from you. His voice sounded like honey as he spoke.

“I will help you put it on. Take your pants and underwear off first.”

You weren't the only one embarrassed it seems. Ororon's face was redder than the tomatoes he grows in his garden.

You obey his orders and pull your shorts off, hesitating slightly when touching the waistband of your panties. Ororon gives you an encouraging smile and goes to stand close behind you, his head resting itself on the top of your head. His own hands cover yours as he helps you pull your panties off, only fueling your embarrassment further. Ororon's hands move to take the silky white loincloth, tying it to your waist.

Despite having something on, you feel naked. But that is probably because the small amount of “clothes” you do have on, fail miserably at covering anything at all. The bikini top is barely enough to cover your nipples, and the loincloth only covers your front. The back is a single piece of rope holding the entire thing together.

Ifa smiles and fixes the back of your top, his hands feeling like fire on your heated skin.

“You look perfect. You should attend these rituals more often, bro.”

‘More often’ your ass! This is the first and last time you're going to a ritual at the Masters of the Night-Wind tribe! Especially if it involves lust and clothes like this!

Why does it seem like you are the only one embarrassed about this attire?!

You get snapped back to reality when you hear a loud horn from outside, making both Ororon and Ifa look towards the window.

“Ah, the night has settled and the horn is loud. The ritual is about to begin. Let us leave.”

Ororon's voice sounds calm, but even though it makes you feel at ease there is still anxiety bubbling under your surface. You highly doubt any sort of smooth talk would make you feel better.

Cacucu flaps his wings excitedly, making his way to the door. Ifa follows close behind the small Saurian. Ororon glances back at you, searching your eyes for any doubt. You nod at him in reassurance, wanting to make him feel happy.

“Time! It’s time bro!”

The excited Saurian speaks loud, seeming like he’s a few seconds away from pecking at the door to take it down. Ifa scoffs with a smile spreading across his lips, opening the door to let Cacucu exit. Your eyes widen when you see just how many people are making their way to the ritual. Embarrassingly enough, all of them are dressed like you. Almost naked.

Ororon grabs onto your hand and pulls you outside into the crowd of people. He walks by your side as Ifa and Cacucu are following close behind.

When you arrive at the place of the ritual, you’re surprised to see both people from outside the clan and people with no partners. Your eyes catch onto Kinich and Mauvika, both of them dressed in rather… tight and revealing clothes.

Although, I guess it makes sense for the Archon to be here. She always attends every event that takes place in Natlan. No matter how big or small.

Citlali is on a grand stage, seemingly being the only one who’s fully dressed. A dark purple cape covers the entirety of her body, a hood covering her head and a part of her face. She looked mysterious and beautiful.

Citlali begins some chant, everyone below her murmuring with each other in excited, hushed tones. Citlali moves her hands to a pouch that she had around her waist, tossing some powder into the crowd as she continues chanting.

Ororon nudges your shoulder with a smile, pointing in the direction of the powder. You’re about to cover your mouth and nose, but Ifa grabs your hand and shakes his head.

“This is what the ritual is for. Breathe it in and stop worrying, bro.”

Through your uncertainty and stress you nod, slowly inhaling the powder Citlali threw. Ifa nods and smiles as he lets go of your hand, glancing at Ororon. You follow his gaze towards Ororon too, your face scrunching in worry. He looks mesmerized and happy, but his body language says otherwise.

Ifa pets your head, his touch feels noticeably more heated than when he touched your head before.

“He’s fine, bro. It’s Citlali’s lust powder making him like that.”

Citlali’s what? Is that what the ritual is about? Inhaling a drug that makes you horny? Why did Ororon and Ifa invite you here?!

You pet Ororon’s shoulder, getting him to snap out of his mesmerized state. He gives you a nervous smile, his exposed chest twitching with shallow, quick breaths.

Out of concern, you look at Ifa and ask him when the ritual ends. You want to leave. You want to make sure Ororon is okay.

Your concerns were also fueled by the fact that the powder seemed to affect him the most. You felt slightly aroused because of the aphrodisiac powder and Ifa seemed so too, but not to the level Ororon seemed to be affected.

Ifa shrugs and grabs Ororon’s hand, signaling for you to follow. He speaks under his breath, informing you that you can all leave now.

“The main thing people come here for is the aphrodisiac powder. Now that it’s done, we can leave.”

You follow close behind the two, seeing Ororon’s blushing self cling to Ifa. His eyes were filled with adoration, body flushed from arousal. He truly was getting more and more affected by the powder by the second.

When you all arrive at Ororon’s place, Ifa opens the door and pushes both you and Ororon inside. Ifa was getting more and more affected too, but his doctor rationality was stronger than his lust… for now.

You grab Ororon’s biceps and lead him into the main bedroom of the house, pushing him to lie on the bed. You turn around to ask Ifa for help with Ororon, but get startled when he’s about an inch away from you. Your face basically on his chest.

You blush and quickly move away from Ifa.

Just now do you see what he looks like. His whole body seemed flushed, his breath was so hot it was making small clouds in front of his lips with each breath he took.

He was getting more and more affected by Citlali’s powder. You were too, but Ifa and Ororon needed help more than you. You needed to take care of them.

You softly grab Ifa’s wrist, earning a soft moan from him. That little action shows you just how affected he is. Leading him to the bed by his hand you force him to lay down. Maybe they can sleep it out?

Your eyes widen when Ifa pulls you towards the bed you pushed him on to rest. His arms flip you to lay between himself and Ororon. Now you’re laying on your side between the two.

“You… need to lay down too… ngh-” His voice is breathless and needy. “So be here… with us.”

Ororon reaches from behind you, his hot hands gripping your exposed thighs. Not only can you tell how desperate he is by his touches, but you can also tell that it’s making you feel more and more desperate yourself.

You move your hands back to push Ororon away, but get caught off guard when Ifa presses his lips to yours. You moan against him, opening your mouth when you feel his tongue lick at your lips. Immediately Ifa pushes his tongue into your mouth, saliva dripping from both your mouths.

Ororon takes advantage of you being distracted and rubs his clothed erection against your almost naked ass. You stop fighting back, your lust winning over. You grab Ororon’s bicep and kiss him messily, grinding back against him.

Ororon lets out a high pitched whine, yanking your loincloth off. Your wet cunt is presented to his hungry eyes, his hand grabbing your inner thigh to lift your leg up.

Ifa breaks the kiss, glaring at Ororon. Both men take their bottoms off, their cocks positioning themselves between your legs.

“Ororon, stop forcing yourself between her legs! You’re in the back, so just take her ass!”

Ororon pouts and nods, his fingers dipping into your soaked cunt. His fingers collect your arousal before moving to your ass, his ring finger pushing slightly in.

You wince, the feeling of Ororon’s fingers being alien and borderline painful.

Ifa sees your expression and pulls your bikini top off, his lips connecting to your nipple. You gasp and arch your back into Ifa, his actions distracting you from Ororon’s fingers. Ororon adds another finger and pumps them in and out of you, your wet arousal making a wet squelching noise as he does so. Ifa moves his fingers to your clit, applying pressure to it.

You moan and attempt to close your legs but get stopped by Ororon’s hand that is keeping your leg up.

Ororon whines and sighs when he feels you tighten up around his fingers, taking it as an indicator that you’re close to cumming. Ororon signals this to Ifa as he pulls his fingers out of your ass and Ifa lets go of your breast with a quiet ‘pop’. Ifa moves his finger from your clit, scooting closer to you, grabbing his cock and aligning with your cunt.

“We wouldn’t want you to cum before the main attraction, would we now?”

Ifa pushes his cock into your wet cunt, a wet squelch coming from the contact. You moan and arch your back into him, your hips rutting back against him. Ororon grabs your hips and pulls your back from Ifa, Ifa’s cock now barely having its tip in. You whine and try grinding against Ifa again but Ororon spanks your butt, his voice a quiet growl.

“Stay still.”

His hand gropes your ass, a firm reminder for you to stay in place.

Ororon leans his head onto your shoulder, his hips moving back against yours. The hand that was groping your ass grabs his cock, tapping its tip onto your buttocks.

“You ready?”

Was he asking for permission in this situation? While you already have Ifa’s tip in you? While you’re all under the influence of an aphrodisiac?

Much to your embarrassment, you nod, giving Ororon the permission he so desperately seeked.

He presses his tip against your tight entrance, his breath catching in his throat. Ororon curses under his breath, his ears flattening against his head.

Ororon ruts his cock against you, his tip finally slipping past your rim. You let out a sigh, your head leaning back against Ororon’s.

Ifa scoots closer to you and Ororon, pushing his cock deep into your cunt.

“Oh, you really like Ororon fucking your ass, don’t you? You’re so much wetter and keep tightening up.”

You blush and hide your face in your hands, Ororon moving to lick at your neck. Ifa grabs your breast and rubs your nipples with his thumbs, meanwhile Ororon continues pushing his cock into you.

You moan and cling to Ifa as Ororon pushes his cock farther into you. Ifa kisses your forehead and grabs your hips, pushing you back against Ororon.

You moan loudly and grab your stomach feeling oddly full now that both the men have bottomed out in you. Ifa makes a shallow thrust to test the waters but ends up drawing a moan from both you and Ororon.

“I-Ifa! Bro! S-Stay still! I can f-feel it too!”

Ororon can what?!

Ifa smirks when Ororon tells him to stay still and moves his hand down to your clit, rubbing rough circles on it. You moan and squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to close your legs. Ororon’s hand, that is still on your thigh to keep your leg up, stops you.

Ororon whines and lets out a sob while Ifa just groans, both men feeling you squeeze around them because of Ifa’s fingers on your clit.

Ororon whines and ruts against you, making shallow thrusts into your ass. Ifa groans and looks at Ororon, finally understanding what Ororon meant when saying that he can feel it too.

Ifa kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, his hips beginning to thrust slowly. Ororon lets out another sob, his hips grinding against yours. His lust filled brain was too needy to actually thrust into you, only managing to rut against you.

Ifa thrusts harder, grabbing your hips to move you against his cock. By doing so, he thrusts you against Ororon too, receiving a moan and a sob from him.

Ororon begins thrusting into you, quiet and needy sobs leaving his mouth with each thrust. Ifa adjusts to Ororon’s needy movements and begins moving at the same pace. Instead of thrusting at the same time as Ororon, Ifa thrusts into your cunt everytime Ororon pulls out of your ass. This way you’re never empty and the two get to feel each other’s movement against each other.

Ororon wraps his arms around your waist and thrusts faster into you, leading to Ifa speeding up his pace too. Ororon whines and looks at the spot on your neck he was licking before, opening his mouth to leave a bite on you.

You flinch and let out a yelp when Ororon’s teeth sink into your flesh, making Ifa groan and grab onto your sides.

“A-Archons, you got so much tighter when Ororon bit you. Are you into it?”

Ifa laughs and lowers his head to your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick at your hardened nipple. You sob and tears leave your closed eyes when Ifa bites on your nipple, groaning when he feels you tighten up around his and Ororon’s cocks.

Ororon begins to cry, his hips moving against you at an almost inhuman speed. Ifa moves at a similar pace to Ororon’s, hearing the raven haired boy blabbering and whining into your neck.

“Close… m’ so close… Gonna cum, ngh- gonna cum inside you, yeah?”

You moan and finally open your eyes, looking down to see your wetness sticking to the bed and your thighs.

Ororon lets out a high pitched whine and slams his hips towards yours, twitching as he fills you up with his cum. You let out a quiet squeal and move back against Ororon, cumming over Ifa’s cock from the amount of stimulation you’re getting.

Ifa keeps thrusting into your cunt, overstimulating both you and Ororon in the process. Ororon keeps sobbing, babbling at Ifa to stop. Ifa smirks at your and Ororon’s overstimulation, his hips beginning to thrust unevenly.

He’s close.

Ifa groans and lets out a quiet moan, covering his mouth to prevent any more noises from slipping out. He huffs and arches his back slightly, moaning into the palm of his hand when he finally cums inside of your cunt. His orgasm makes you cum around his cock once more, your cum covering your and his thighs. Ororon sobs when you tighten up around him from your orgasm, meanwhile Ifa just groans and pulls his hand away from his mouth.

The room is now oddly quiet, the only thing your ears can pick up on are the ragged breaths of you and the men trying to come down from your highs.

Ifa speaks up after catching his breath, his hand moving to position itself on your neck, squeezing it slightly.

“Did you think one round is enough?”

Ororon whines and begins rutting against you once more, Ifa joining him.

Just how long will the aphrodisiac be active?

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lily-sofii · 21 days ago

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Your sins have been forgiven

TW(?): priest Sunday, religious guilt, church sex, fem! Reader, sex for forgiveness, he calls you angel and then Lucifer (fallen angel), incorrect use of a crucifix (aka. he puts it in your cunt), Sunday might as well be a demon that is pretending to be a priest, Sunday doesn’t actually put his cock in you, Sunday calls you a good girl, vomiting (NOT SEXUAL)

Well, you found the wrong person. If you wished for your pureness to be returned, you should have sought out a holy priest. Not whatever corrupt creature Sunday has become.

Oh, you pitiful thing. Look at you, having fallen to the path of sin. You want to be redeemed, don’t you? To be seen as pure by the God you have betrayed. That’s why you sought him out after all. To be sinless again.

The once adored priest is now controlling, corrupt, being fully devoid of what he once stood for. But you didn’t know that, and have unknowingly stepped into a confession booth, with his unholy figure on the other side of the curtain.

You just want to be forgiven. Just want to be seen as holy again.

“My angel, what brings you to the confessional today?”

‘Angel’, what a joke. After what you had done you were no better than the devil himself. But nonetheless, you begin to confess.

You can see his eyes widen through the divider as you continue confessing what you have done.

You cannot tell him everything, can you? No, even a priest like him would send you to hell and deem you to be forever unholy. He’d tell you that you do not deserve to go to heaven, but you don’t want to hear that.

“I can tell you aren’t telling me everything, angel.”

He’s still calling you angel after your sins, maybe, just maybe he still deems you to be holy. To be redeemable.

Just confess everything you have done.

And so you do. Every sin, every blasphemy you have committed is to be heard by the priest before you. And he listens, doesn’t judge, he just makes you feel heard.

Upon your voice falling quiet, having confessed everything, you look towards where Sunday was sitting, his eyes now calm. Not shocked.

“I believe we both know what your confession will end in. There aren’t many ways for you to be redeemed in the eyes of God anymore… only if… no, nevermind.”

You look at him with wide, hopeful eyes. You are willing to do anything to be seen as holy in the eyes of God again! No matter what, you have to be redeemed!

Seeing your eagerness, Sunday steps out of the confessional booth, encouraging you to do the same. You act according to his demand, looking like a desperate puppy with your excited actions.

“Kneel, my angel.”

You do as he says and kneel down on the ground before him, your hands clasping together in a prayer. Was praying truly gonna be enough to be ridden of your sins?

“Now close your eyes and repeat after me. ‘Merciful Father, I come before you with a repentant heart, acknowledging my sins and shortcomings. I confess my need for your forgiveness and mercy. Wash me clean, O Lord, and create in me a pure heart. I trust in your unfailing love and rely on your grace to restore and renew me.’“

You stop momentarily, your eyes locking with his, obeying him soon after. Take a deep breath and repeat his words. It’s an easy task, given the fact how sinful your actions were. Your voice shakes as you begin to say what he did a little while ago, your hands squeezing tightly together.

“You’re doing so well, my angel. Just a few more things to get you forgiven in the eyes of our savior.”

You are about to open your eyes to meet the priest’s gaze, but his hand grazes over your eyes, a firm sign to keep your eyes closed.

The need to be forgiven was more overwhelming than the basic need to open your eyes and see what the priest was doing.

The hand on your eyes presses down firmer before you feel a weight pressing down against your lips, a salty feeling accompanying it.

In a panic your eyes snap open under his grip, your hands untangling from a prayer.

“Father, what-”

Before you could continue your sentence, the weight that was on your lips takes advantage of your open mouth, and presses in.

You gag at the sudden intrusion, the salty taste overwhelming your taste buds.

The priest standing above you lets out a low groan, his hand pressing on the back of your head, pushing the intruder into your mouth down your throat.

When Sunday feels you gag he lets go of your head, letting you move away and cough. It felt as if he was trying to choke you. Sunday moves his hand off of your eyes, grabbing your face with both his hands. Your eyes are met with the cock of the priest presented in front of your face, his hands moving to the back of your head.

“You wish for forgiveness, don’t you? Suck my cock and I shall grant it to you.”

Isn’t lust a sin? But on the other hand… Sunday says you’ll be forgiven.

The priest nudges your head towards his cock, fingers tangling in your hair.

You obediently open your mouth and take the tip of his cock into it, your hands moving to grab at his hips to stabilize yourself.

Sunday moans as your lips wrap around his tip, his hands roughly pulling your head closer, making you take more of his cock into your mouth. He ruts his hips against your face in a need to push his cock further into your mouth.

You gag again at his actions, your eyes swelling with tears. God, if he makes you gag one more time you're gonna vomit.

As if he was oblivious to you feeling sick, he continued his assault on your throat. A few stray tears leave your eyes, your throat swelling up. Sunday needs to stop right now or else you’ll-

But it’s too late.

Your throat clenched instinctively. A dry, choking sound escaped as his cock pushed deeper. Panic flared in your stomach, your stomach lurched.

A second later, you gagged—harder than before—then convulsed with a deep, guttural heave. The vomit came up fast, unstoppable. Hot, acidic, it splattered to the floor in front of you, some of it catching your chin.

Sunday’s cock withdrew.

Sunday tuts from above you, grabbing your chin to force your eyes to meet his. The rotten priest has a look of accomplishment on his face, as if he was proud of what he had done to you. But how could he be proud of this? Acidic vomit clings to your chin and his cock, a bitter reminder of how far you’re willing to go for forgiveness.

You collapse forward, coughing, shivering, spit and bile dripping from their mouth. The taste staying on your tongue, bitter and burning.

Sunday grabs the edge of his stole and wipes the vomit off of his cock before moving to wipe your lips and chin. His expression remained calm and collected, seemingly not bothered by the vomit. He’s disgusting, but not as disgusting as your impure, sinful soul. And that’s why you have to keep going. To be sinless.

Sunday grabs you by your, thankfully not vomit covered, shirt and forces you towards the wooden pews, bending you over one. Before you can even begin asking what the priest has in mind, he grabs onto the edge of your skirt, and tugs it down.

Your face turns beet red, your hands moving back in an attempt to push him away. Sucking his cock to be forgiven by the gods was bad enough, but this?!

Sunday grabs your wrists and pins them to the backrest of the pre you’re bent over, pain stinging, as the hard wood bites into your skin. The tears you thought were gone begin building up in your eyes once more, but Sunday doesn’t seem to mind nor care. It seems he’s enjoying it if anything.

Tugging your skirt fully off he lets it fall to the ground, his hand that isn’t holding your hands tapping on the waistline of your panties. Your tear-filled eyes widen, each tap of his fingers feeling like it’s tainting you with more sin than you had before.

Sunday takes the crucifix that is usually tied to his priest robes and holds it tight, tapping it against your tailbone. Was he seriously gonna spank you?

No, it didn’t look like it. He grabs your underwear and yanks it off, letting it pool around your ankles along with your skirt that he took off previously. Sunday grabs one of your thighs and pulls it up, your cunt now on full display for him.

“Keep your leg up darling, we wouldn’t want you to be punished for disobedience, would we now?”

Just this once you need to listen to him, just to get the forgiveness you so desperately seek. Sunday slowly removes his hand off your leg, smirking when he sees you struggle to keep it in the same position he left it in.

Sunday grabs the crucifix and presses it towards your wet entrance, a small smile appearing on his features when he hears you gasp in surprise. You follow the rules of God, don’t you? You haven’t laid with anyone, or touched yourself, have you?

As much as Sunday would love to, he won’t pop your cherry… at least not entirely. Even with how corrupt he is, he knows to not bed a woman before marriage… or to not bed a woman as a priest at all. So he’s just gonna have to improvise.

Pressing the base of the crucifix to your entrance, Sunday sighs softly and pushes forward.

You flinch and almost drop your leg back down, the cold metal of the crucifix feeling alien to you. Feeling sinful.

As if feeling your discomfort, Sunday lets go of your wrists to move his hand to your clit, rubbing on it slowly. You grip on the pew and moan, your thighs twitching from the stimulation the priest was giving you. The borderline painful feeling of the crucifix penetrating you is instead replaced by the pleasure of Sunday’s fingers rubbing on your clit.

Aware that you are no longer in pain, Sunday presses the crucifix further into your cunt his finger that is rubbing your clit picking up the pace. Your lips part with a wet pop, a moan escaping from your throat.

It’s beyond embarrassing, but you know that if you were to cover your mouth, Sunday would be less than happy. That is the last thing you want. If he��s displeased then he could not let you be forgiven by the divine gods.

Your forehead presses against the backrest where your hands are laid, feeling Sunday come to a stop with the crucifix. He fit as much as he could… is he gonna stop now? Say you have been forgiven?

No, of course not.

Sunday slowly, painfully so, pulls the crucifix halfway out of you before thrusting it back in. You moan in surprise, your eyes widening. Just what on earth was this priest doing?! Was this all truly for your sake?

His finger adds more pressure to your clit, the movement of the crucifix speeding up. Much to your horror, you could hear your cunt making loud squelching noises as Sunday continued to move his hands. The more Sunday did, the more wet you got and the louder the squelching got.

Sunday moves his hand away from your clit, his voice husky as he speaks.

“Go on, rub your clit by yourself, my Angel. Be a good girl for me.”

Your hand shakes as you move it towards your clit, your breath hitching as you touch yourself. You always thought things like this were unholy, but if they are, why do they feel so right?

The hand that Sunday had on your clit just moments ago moves to his cock, the wetness that he collected from your cunt acting as lube. He lets out a high pitched whine as he roughly moves the crucifix in and out of you, his other hand roughly jerking off his cock.

You become even more embarrassed when on top of your moans and loud squelching you hear Sunday’s high-pitched whines and the noises of him jerking off his cock.

Sunday whimpers and moves the crucifix rougher, his voice breathless.

“Are you thinking about something, or are you close? You’re getting so much tighter.”

You sob and move your hand across your clit faster, far too embarrassed to answer his question. It’s not like Sunday needs an answer from you, your quivering thighs and the intensification of your moans is more than enough to tell him. You’re so close.

You aren’t sure if you want the priest to stop or to do more, the hand you have on your clit twitching. You felt both overstimulated and like you need more.

Quickly moving your hand away, you moan loudly, cumming over the priest’s hand and crucifix. You push his hand away, the crucifix falling out of his hand and onto the floor as you do so.

You fall to the ground from exhaustion, your chest heaving as you breathe quickly.

Sunday doesn’t bother moving to grab his crucifix back up, instead he continues jerking off as his eyes bore into yours.

His breath come in short gasps as he tries to contain his moans, his hand speeding up.

A few moments later Sunday grabs your jaw and presses your face to his cock, a low moan leaving his lips as ropes of his cum shoot on your face.

You freeze in your place, not sure what to do. Sunday ignores your shock and pulls his pants back up, bending over to grab his crucifix again. He gives the base of the crucifix a slight lick, feeling your wetness still clinging to it.

“Consider your sins forgiven.”

And with that, the corrupt priest turns away from you and exits the church, leaving you all alone.

With a still vomit-sour feeling in your mouth, you can say that this was all for forgiveness.

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