Warning: sin, blasphemy, possible betrayal.
Replace the name 'Ivy' with your own. This is a draft of a longer fanfic.
The year was 1800, the church controlled most of the cities, being one level below the monarchy. The war forced some people from small towns to move to big cities after the men of the family were called to war. The only ones not called to war were the priests, who had only one mission: to comfort the families who had lost sons and husbands to the war. The churches were always full of women crying and praying to God to protect their families. When the messenger's carriage arrived in the village, all the poor women surrounded the postman, all asking if they had any letters from their sons or husbands, and those who did not receive letters broke down in tears and screams, for they knew that they had died.
Leon Kennedy was a devout man, a leader of the faithful in the church, and now at 37 years old, he watched the women weeping for their husbands, consoling them and saying that the church would always pray for the souls of the warriors who fought for them. But of all the women there, Leon observed one more, a 21-year-old girl whose marriage Leon had consecrated. The girl's name was Ivy, and Leon had seen her marry a soldier, and now, the man gave no sign of her, he sent no letters and no messenger knew of his whereabouts. But by God, Leon had prayed for this to happen, so that the girl would be a widow, free for him. Then, the day arrived, and the messenger entered the small village, his cart full of papers, and the women organized themselves into villages, some holding babies.
The messenger barely glanced at them; he knew that some of the letters carried tragic news, and so, as expected, he delivered the list of dead soldiers, and there, among 12 names, was the name of Ivy's husband. The girl collapsed, crying, and returned to her hut, which her husband had built. Months later, Leon noticed that the girl no longer set foot in the church, and whenever he saw her, she was wearing a long black dress, the color of a widow. As he walked to church, Leon always saw her feeding the animals she kept in her small enclosure. And finally, what seemed like an eternity to Leon, he mustered the courage to go to Ivy's house. In the middle of the night, the girl heard a knock on the door, and as soon as she opened it, she saw the village's devout priest, Leon Kennedy. She greeted him. She didn't realize that Leon was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
A few glasses of wine and sweet words were all it took for Leon to get her into bed. She was a widow, widows were lonely women who had lost their husbands, and Ivy was young, a young woman who had energy and fire, a fire that her dead husband could no longer extinguish, and since Leon was a good man, he would make this 'sacrifice' in honor of her husband. And to honor Ivy's dead husband, Leon buried his mouth in her needy pussy, his fingers working in tandem with his tongue. Ivy could swear she had never moaned so libidinously as now, while her priest ate her pussy like an Incubus. The once immaculate cassock now smelled of sex, and the rosary around Leon's neck looked so indecent as it swung against the woman's open thighs.
"Father...I confess, I confess that at this moment, committing the sin of the flesh with you, my body feels freer than ever before...not even with my husband have I felt this way..."
Ivy spoke aloud, confessing her sin as she had done before in church, but this time, her voice was interrupted by moans as Leon ate her out.
"Continue, daughter, speak your sins and let the saints absorb and forgive you..."
Leon said, pulling away with a satisfied smile as he saw the messy mess he had made in the needy and desperate girl's pussy beneath him. In Leon's mind, he praised God, after all, only the creator could make a pussy as beautiful as that one. He let out a small laugh before pinching her clitoris.
