TW: sa, religious themes, noncon, abuse, oral sex (male receiving), older priest on younger parishioner, age gap, deviant priest, dark themes
In a church, kneeling and praying all alone after the other sheep have left. The priest sees the lamb and can't help but rescue them from their hardships. With a deep breath, he stands behind the lamb with his growing arousal.
The power that he wields over his flock is intoxicating. As he leans forward, he can smell the lamb's perfume. It's just as intoxicating as sweet, tempting sin. Before he can think, before he can realize his actions, the priest has his hand around the lamb's throat, pulling them backward into him. The sweet lamb gasps, eyes widening in shock and horror at being manhandled in such a holy place. The priest lets out a sinful groan, hips rolling gently against the lamb's back. So sinfully tempting.
Silently, praying for penance as his other hand trails down the lamb's throat, over their collarbone, and down to cup their breast. The priest gives a subtle squeeze, testing the waters. Despite their horror, the lamb doesn't pull away from the religious leader. The lamb can't help the arousal they feel, the need that is bubbling up from deep inside their heated nether regions. The priest leans forward, dipping his head down to the lamb's ear. His breath was hot, and his lips brushed against the shell.
"Such a sweet little lamb," he whispers into their ear, giving a soft kiss to the shell. "So sinfully tempting. May God forgive me for what I'm about to do."
The lamb gasps at the sensation of the priest’s lips pressing against their ear, the heat from his breath, and the older man’s ever-present hard length in their back. The pressure around their breast became ever more insistent. His thumb brushed against their nipple, the sensitive peak hardening underneath his ministrations.
“That’s it, little lamb,” the priest praises, his hips grinding into their back. “God brought you to me.”
A shaky breath escapes the little lamb, their heart racing in their chest as if they’d been running a marathon mere seconds prior. The priest can feel the quickening of their pulse with his hand still around their throat. A low groan slips from the priest’s throat, his arousal spiking due to their responses. The little lamb whimpered when the priest moved his hand from their breast to pop the buttons of their shirt open.
His head dips down further to nip the little lamb’s earlobe, moaning from bliss at the simple taste of their skin on his tongue that had darted out for a delicate lick. The salt from their sweat, the mix of perfume on their skin, and the taste of fear mingled together to create an intoxicating concoction that made his cock throb against the zipper of his dress pants. The priest was losing his mind from the temptation that was placed before him. He knew this was wrong, but certainly God had given him this delectable meal.
For this was God’s house. God’s home and his presence were always there to watch. Certainly, God would love to watch him debauch the little lamb. Certainly, this little lamb was the sacrifice.
“I cannot wait, little lamb,” grunted the priest, reaching down with one hand to free himself from the confines of his pants. “Open that pretty mouth.”
The little lamb’s eyes filled with unshed tears, but this did not persuade the priest. He thought the glistening, damp diamonds made the little lamb all the more tempting. With fear of disappointing or perhaps of their survival, the lamb opened their mouth as wide as their jaws would allow. The sight made the priest’s dick jerk in his hand which made a guttural groan leave his throat.
“Just like that, little lamb,” he praised, fingers moving to grasp a fistful of their hair and wrench their head back.
The priest strokes the length of his throbbing erection at the debauched sight before him. Seeing the pretty little lamb at his mercy, his guidance was a power thrill that mad his cock harden further, if possible. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, begging to be satiated. With a shaky heavy breath, the priest smacked the tip of his cock against their tongue. The wet sound echoed in the quiet church. The priest silently cursed at the slight burn that the smack left behind on his swollen head. He moved his hips achingly slow, just the tip raking across the lamb’s tongue.
The sensation was heavenly, truly a gift from God. His grip on their hair tightened almost painfully as he tried to make this last. It was hard for the priest to not ram his cock down their throat.
Patience, he thought to himself. Patience is a virtue. A virtue that will be rewarded.
The little lamb stared wide-eyed in horror at the priest as he had their head turned to the side, his cock tasting of sweat and smelling of musk. It was almost enough to make them gag from the heavy aroma of arousal from the priest’s genitals. A scared whimper tumbles out as they taste the bittersweetness of his pre-cum. But despite the little lamb’s fear and disgust, they couldn’t deny the growing arousal they felt from being manhandled by the very man that they’d trusted and looked to for guidance.
“You’re doing so well, little lamb,” comes another praise from the priest’s lips, followed by a low moan.
His pace grew more urgent as the small friction of their tongue wasn’t enough anymore. The priest’s hips bucked forward, the tip of his cock head jamming into the lamb’s uvula making them gag reflexively. His calloused fingers, unnaturally gentle, caress their jaw to soothe the ache in the back of their throat.
“Shhh, little lamb,” he coos, trying to soothe the younger lamb.” You’re doing so good, baby.”
More praises that make the lamb confused. The praises mix with the undeniable arousal between their legs and the mix of defilement deep inside their being. The priest, unable to hold back his urges, holds the lamb’s head steady as he ruts into their throat with wild abandon. Sweat begins to form on his brow, his eyes rolling back into his head from pure blissful pleasure. Gruff curses left him while he continued to destroy the poor little lamb’s throat. Feeling their velvety throat constrict around his shaft was his undoing.
“Dear God!” the priest cries out, ramming his length as far into the lamb’s throat as possible, their nose pressing into his bush. “Swallow, baby. Swallow all of it!”
The lamb gags and sputters on the priest’s shaft, tears streaming down their flushed cheeks. Their snot was staining his pubic hair while the priest’s cock jerked deep in their throat. Spurting rope after rope of pearly white cum down their gullet. His grip on their hair slowly loosens as his high begins to ebb away. The stars were finally disappearing from his vision.
“Good little lamb,” he breathes out, petting their head almost affectionately. “My good little lamb.”
