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[corruptive-sinner]

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[corruptive-sinner]

I want to break someone in, not sexually but in the other ways. Watching them adopt your habits, watching them swear more, when they indulge in treats with you, when they want to smoke with you. It drives me crazy, I just exist and they fall with me. Also having a physical effect on someone is both exhilarating and flattering

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[corruptive-sinner]

Rough Time

Warning CnC

non-consensual drug use too

but the priest is so highkey into and this is fantasy, you little sinner 😘

Smog filled the air, thick skunky clouds filled the room the priest sat. it was long after hours and no one was here this time at night besides him. Still in my "Sunday best" I would say too.

~A mouth watering sight to a certain demon. unbeknownst to the priest.

I let out a cough, both in shock and the sudden lack of clean air, the basement office had always been a stuffy place without the sudden smoke. Had the church been burning?

I get up to escape when a firm object stops me, slamming into my chest, flat like someone had held out a hand. I stumble back falling down, fear and confusion clouding my already scattered mind.

A presence enters through the smoke, starting out as a cloudy black blob, two long protrusions seen sticking out of its head, but when it steps through it appears a regular human, with blackened eyes staring down at me, a masculine person smiling wickedly.

I freeze, looking up, helpless. Praying for God to save me, give me strength to battle this demon.

"Calm down Father, there's no fire. Just something to calm your nerves," he says, smoke escaping out of his mouth as he does. Leans down, grabs my shirt and yanks me upwards, "you're cute when your scared, Father~"

I struggle and he releases instantly, I am pinned against my desk, he blocks the door, the door I can't even see if its open or not, the lights dimming and flickering from his presence. he strides forward. A smooth confidence, I asses his features,

A shorter man than I previously thought, I only 5'9 he seemed 5'6ish, but strong, as proved seconds ago. His hair is a vibrant red, one on a normal day would assume dye of some sort, but demons can look like anything I have been taught. He normal fine clothes, wait-

I know him, he was here today,

"There you go, you remember me." He smiled, closing the gap between us and pressing my hips to his. Those same black denim pants topped with a black shirt and dark flannel made him blend in perfectly around these parts of town.

I didn't fight him. This didn't feel wrong, and that doesn't feel right but,

"That's right, deep breathes, hehe,"

I couldn't help but breathe in the smoke, burning my lungs. Making me cough painfully. As quick as I felt panic I relaxed, the pain dulled, it got easier to just breathe again.

Oh, it's weed, that disgusting aroma should have tipped me off. I also smelled it vaguely on him, earlier after the sermon, he leaned in and said

"You're handsome for a sheep."

I hadn't understood, but now, his leg inching mine apart, the world getting fuzzy, a giggle comes from my throat.

He looks at me, with those haunting eyes he has. He was quite handsome, it made me completely disregard any threat, i blamed old nerves from when I was a teen. Sneaking out to kiss the boys in our boarding home. Someone brought weed once, I always wished I had just tried it. It is as nice as they said.

"Relaxed yet?"

"Mhm, you're handsome,"

"As are you, so proud and pretty like a bird doing a mating dance, maybe you're an angel eh? Hehe." He inched his face closer to mine, I could almost feel his stubble. His strong hands planted me against my desk, pinned, like prey. I should be scared, fighting back, but like the boys said back then, just blame the weed. Maybe I will.

I leaned down to bridge the gap, capturing his lips, desperately pushing against his strong body. He pushed me back against the desk roughly. I let out the smallest moan but he hears it,

"Atta boy, enjoying yourself aren't you?" He breathed into my ear, low and gravelly.

My blood was hot, my head was clouds. My dick was painfully constricted to my pants. I could feel the precum gathering from the tip. I moaned into his shoulder when his hand grazed the front of my pants.

"Someone feeling a little neglected? Just let me take care of you." he says that like I have any choice, I don't need a choice, i want him to do whatever he wants to me.

"Good Father," he moans into my ear as his hands slip into my pants freeing my dick. The sudden colder air and rough hand makes me jerk primitively.

"Calm down, there's no need to rush, we have all night~"

That thought makes me moan, he just laughs slightly, giving me a tender kiss as he begins pumping his hand, I white knuckle the table to contain myself, to last at least a few minutes.

His togue prods my lips and I let him in instantly, he's rough but gives my opportunities to explore him as well, I take those with full vigor feeling his fangs with my tongue. Becoming a moaning mess in the process when I taste some of my own blood.

My garbled mind straining to form thoughts besides this overwhelming pleasure radiating throughout my body, his hand providing a steady firm rhythm, his tongue in my mouth, his other hand sinking claws into my waist as he holds me.

His hand releases and I whine pathetically for it to return,

"Easy Father," He whispers giving a final kiss before lowering to his knees, a devilish smirk giving me a jolt. He takes my member and licks whorishly at the head, collecting a large amount of precum on his tongue, showing me before taking the rest smoothly down.

I can't pretend to hold back my moans, his horns grow from the smog and I take them to hold. They feel like somewhat smoother goats horns I note, but anything more coherent would not return to me until much later. I was lost in pleasure.

The demon's mouth was hot, wet, and though he had fangs I never felt them until he teased me by grazing them on the sensitive spots he discovered by judging the intensity of my moans. Just as I began to edge closer to finishing he abruptly pulled away.

I whimper pathetically at him. He just laughs, again. Mocking asshole. He's the one who wants this, me.

The demon stands up, twits me arounds and slams me onto my own desk, the breathe knocked out of me, but instead of pain it'd all numb tingling throughout my body. My pants are inched down and the realization of what he's about to do makes me moan like a real whore.

"I knew you had it in you~" He chides leaning down on top of me, whispering in my ear.

My bare ass felt exposed, there was a pressure in my, rear. And I don't hate it, that thought should disgust me, but I've never felt so good or wanted something so bad. He pushed slowly inside of me, the tingling was intense but all I could do was moan. Fuck I want him to start moving.

"Eager are we? Alright." he says as he bottoms me out, a shrill gagged moan escaped me. and before I could adjust he started pumping in and out at a steady, unrelenting pace. I was overfilled with pleasure it made my head ring, blocking out most noises to a faint dull, just focusing on the pleasure and getting lost being used like this. My climax came creeping up again, he started pumping faster, the movement making my old desk creak with the strain of both our bodies. The heat of his body pressing into mine as he came in me pushed me over the edge, it burned in a way I never wanted to end.

He slowly pulled out, I'm still leaned over my desk as I hear him redress.

"Lets do this again sometime, Father."

And with that the strange demon, and his smoke, and the effects of the smoke are gone. The slow sobering mixed with the cooling cum, but shame heating up my chest. But, I will be looking for him in my next sermon.

[corruptive-sinner]

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[corruptive-sinner]

Rough Time

Warning CnC

non-consensual drug use too

but the priest is so highkey into and this is fantasy, you little sinner 😘

Smog filled the air, thick skunky clouds filled the room the priest sat. it was long after hours and no one was here this time at night besides him. Still in my "Sunday best" I would say too.

~A mouth watering sight to a certain demon. unbeknownst to the priest.

I let out a cough, both in shock and the sudden lack of clean air, the basement office had always been a stuffy place without the sudden smoke. Had the church been burning?

I get up to escape when a firm object stops me, slamming into my chest, flat like someone had held out a hand. I stumble back falling down, fear and confusion clouding my already scattered mind.

A presence enters through the smoke, starting out as a cloudy black blob, two long protrusions seen sticking out of its head, but when it steps through it appears a regular human, with blackened eyes staring down at me, a masculine person smiling wickedly.

I freeze, looking up, helpless. Praying for God to save me, give me strength to battle this demon.

"Calm down Father, there's no fire. Just something to calm your nerves," he says, smoke escaping out of his mouth as he does. Leans down, grabs my shirt and yanks me upwards, "you're cute when your scared, Father~"

I struggle and he releases instantly, I am pinned against my desk, he blocks the door, the door I can't even see if its open or not, the lights dimming and flickering from his presence. he strides forward. A smooth confidence, I asses his features,

A shorter man than I previously thought, I only 5'9 he seemed 5'6ish, but strong, as proved seconds ago. His hair is a vibrant red, one on a normal day would assume dye of some sort, but demons can look like anything I have been taught. He normal fine clothes, wait-

I know him, he was here today,

"There you go, you remember me." He smiled, closing the gap between us and pressing my hips to his. Those same black denim pants topped with a black shirt and dark flannel made him blend in perfectly around these parts of town.

I didn't fight him. This didn't feel wrong, and that doesn't feel right but,

"That's right, deep breathes, hehe,"

I couldn't help but breathe in the smoke, burning my lungs. Making me cough painfully. As quick as I felt panic I relaxed, the pain dulled, it got easier to just breathe again.

Oh, it's weed, that disgusting aroma should have tipped me off. I also smelled it vaguely on him, earlier after the sermon, he leaned in and said

"You're handsome for a sheep."

I hadn't understood, but now, his leg inching mine apart, the world getting fuzzy, a giggle comes from my throat.

He looks at me, with those haunting eyes he has. He was quite handsome, it made me completely disregard any threat, i blamed old nerves from when I was a teen. Sneaking out to kiss the boys in our boarding home. Someone brought weed once, I always wished I had just tried it. It is as nice as they said.

"Relaxed yet?"

"Mhm, you're handsome,"

"As are you, so proud and pretty like a bird doing a mating dance, maybe you're an angel eh? Hehe." He inched his face closer to mine, I could almost feel his stubble. His strong hands planted me against my desk, pinned, like prey. I should be scared, fighting back, but like the boys said back then, just blame the weed. Maybe I will.

I leaned down to bridge the gap, capturing his lips, desperately pushing against his strong body. He pushed me back against the desk roughly. I let out the smallest moan but he hears it,

"Atta boy, enjoying yourself aren't you?" He breathed into my ear, low and gravelly.

My blood was hot, my head was clouds. My dick was painfully constricted to my pants. I could feel the precum gathering from the tip. I moaned into his shoulder when his hand grazed the front of my pants.

"Someone feeling a little neglected? Just let me take care of you." he says that like I have any choice, I don't need a choice, i want him to do whatever he wants to me.

"Good Father," he moans into my ear as his hands slip into my pants freeing my dick. The sudden colder air and rough hand makes me jerk primitively.

"Calm down, there's no need to rush, we have all night~"

That thought makes me moan, he just laughs slightly, giving me a tender kiss as he begins pumping his hand, I white knuckle the table to contain myself, to last at least a few minutes.

His togue prods my lips and I let him in instantly, he's rough but gives my opportunities to explore him as well, I take those with full vigor feeling his fangs with my tongue. Becoming a moaning mess in the process when I taste some of my own blood.

My garbled mind straining to form thoughts besides this overwhelming pleasure radiating throughout my body, his hand providing a steady firm rhythm, his tongue in my mouth, his other hand sinking claws into my waist as he holds me.

His hand releases and I whine pathetically for it to return,

"Easy Father," He whispers giving a final kiss before lowering to his knees, a devilish smirk giving me a jolt. He takes my member and licks whorishly at the head, collecting a large amount of precum on his tongue, showing me before taking the rest smoothly down.

I can't pretend to hold back my moans, his horns grow from the smog and I take them to hold. They feel like somewhat smoother goats horns I note, but anything more coherent would not return to me until much later. I was lost in pleasure.

The demon's mouth was hot, wet, and though he had fangs I never felt them until he teased me by grazing them on the sensitive spots he discovered by judging the intensity of my moans. Just as I began to edge closer to finishing he abruptly pulled away.

I whimper pathetically at him. He just laughs, again. Mocking asshole. He's the one who wants this, me.

The demon stands up, twits me arounds and slams me onto my own desk, the breathe knocked out of me, but instead of pain it'd all numb tingling throughout my body. My pants are inched down and the realization of what he's about to do makes me moan like a real whore.

"I knew you had it in you~" He chides leaning down on top of me, whispering in my ear.

My bare ass felt exposed, there was a pressure in my, rear. And I don't hate it, that thought should disgust me, but I've never felt so good or wanted something so bad. He pushed slowly inside of me, the tingling was intense but all I could do was moan. Fuck I want him to start moving.

"Eager are we? Alright." he says as he bottoms me out, a shrill gagged moan escaped me. and before I could adjust he started pumping in and out at a steady, unrelenting pace. I was overfilled with pleasure it made my head ring, blocking out most noises to a faint dull, just focusing on the pleasure and getting lost being used like this. My climax came creeping up again, he started pumping faster, the movement making my old desk creak with the strain of both our bodies. The heat of his body pressing into mine as he came in me pushed me over the edge, it burned in a way I never wanted to end.

He slowly pulled out, I'm still leaned over my desk as I hear him redress.

"Lets do this again sometime, Father."

And with that the strange demon, and his smoke, and the effects of the smoke are gone. The slow sobering mixed with the cooling cum, but shame heating up my chest. But, I will be looking for him in my next sermon.

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[corruptive-sinner]

Fear, resistance, so adorable. On such a dirty whore as well. What a disgusting sight.

Your sweat covered body trembling, whimpering pathetically at every touch.

But I'm not holding you down baby, you can walk away, you can tell me to stop. Yet you don't. You relax in my hands as you beg me to stop, you chase my touch insteaf of flinch away. You're the sinning freak who wants this. I'm only giving you what you want and yet I'm the evil one?

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[corruptive-sinner]

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[corruptive-sinner]

The way sheep get so flustered, scared, it makes my blood hot.

I love seeing them spooked at my attention, I talk as if it's normal for a demonic force like myself to chat idly with them. They all react differently. But the same in many ways.

Aggressive, boring but fun. It's spicy, they're fiesty like a chihuahua and just as meek. I must be pretty spooky. Makes me want to tame them, or win them over, either way very exciting.

Confused, a personal favorite as I'm am indulger of beffudlement, because it's that sick little curiosity that gets the gears moving and that mixed feeling behind their eyes to settle in.

Ah so lovley, cute as can be, I adore the flock and interacting amongst them. Allow my presence to corrupt you darling, let loose, live a little baby.

I'm the bug in your ear, whispering vile though of rebellion and individual divinity, blasphemous thoughts, small, relentlessly droning in your subconscious.

I want a follower in my hands, treat them so good, praise them for their bravery. The world of pleasure I have in store for them. Those mouth wateringly cute little sheep ❤️🐑

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[corruptive-sinner]

if my body is a temple then why isn’t there a priest inside it

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[corruptive-sinner]

Oh, to have a pretty little thing in my lap writhing as I hold a vibrator to them. Edging them until they lose track of everything but me. My touch, my voice, my influence. I won't stop until I think they've proven their devotion. Praying, begging, swearing to Me. My hands grant them release, only I can set them free, so I'll take my time ~❤️

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[corruptive-sinner]

On this holy Sunday, I’m fantasizing about gorgeous priest whispering, “God forgive me,” while he fucks me, deep and desperate to finally get a release after years of chastity. He’s embarrassed and already feels guilty, but it feels so good that he can’t stop… so he just prays for forgiveness and has his way with me.

Happy Pentecost.

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[corruptive-sinner]

It’s the Sabbath, the holiest day of the week, and you go to mass like you always do. But there’s an unseen difference in this practice for you today.

Your bruised knees ache. You keep your coat on to try to hide the slowly-fading red blotches on your neck. You try your best to avoid the priest. You don’t feel like you can speak to him or even look at him for too long. The last time you held eye contact with him was deeply unholy, and your memory flashes back to a week ago in the warm, dark study… his hands on your bare skin, certain and determined. And his eyes, full of hunger and lust for your equally needy body. You watch him from afar, all the way in the final pew, as he stands in the pulpit. You try your best to hear what is being said and taught, but all you can think about is how he looks under those robes.

You are brought harshly out of your daydream when it’s time to take communion. You get progressively more nervous the closer the line proceeds. You wonder if your fellow parishioners can still smell it on you: the sweat, his cologne, the lingering smell of sex that you can’t seem to wash out of that shirt. Did anyone notice how you struggled to get on your knees to pray? How little you’ve been paying attention?

Suddenly, it is your turn to take Holy Communion. You hold your hands out in front of you, right over left, and wait for him. When he looks up at you and smiles, you feel your heart skip a beat.

“The body of Christ,” he says. That voice is etched into your mind and cannot seem to work it’s way out. It’s more beautiful than a choir of angels, but reminds you of your most dirty, sinful acts.

“Amen,” you manage to squeak. You feel yourself start to sweat as his hand comes toward you with the host. You panic — ‘what is he doing? I’m clearly holding out my hands.’

“Open your mouth,” he whispers, just barely audible. You can feel your face turn cherry red and your heart is thumping in your ears. Nonetheless, you obey him, parting your lips and tilting your head back slightly. The last time you did this in front of him, he was teaching you how to take something else into your mouth. You can nearly feel his hand gripping your hair again. Instinctively, you stick out your tongue, just barely beyond your lips. He looks deep into your eyes as he places the host on your tongue. You shiver, but take of it the way you know you’re supposed to.

He hands you the cup of wine, his satisfaction clear on his face with a smug grin. “The blood of Christ.”

“Amen,” you take the cup into your shaking hands and take a bigger swallow of the wine than usual.

You quickly walk around him with your eyes to the floor, on your way back to the pew you came from. Your overwhelmed mind wonders if anyone else saw that, if you looked foolish taking communion in your mouth for the first time in your life, and, most abashedly, if he still thinks about that night too. You wonder if he still yearns for you, the way you crave the gorgeous sins he presents to you.

The final question is answered when he makes a point to whisper to you again, like a temptation in the wind, as you pass him.

“What a good boy you are.”

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[corruptive-sinner]

Show your devotion and maybe I'll treat you, my sweet sweet follower.

I said show your devotion. If you want to be naughty then I'll have to punish you, baby, or is that really what you're after? You dirty freak.

I'll tie you down, arms above your head. Legs spread nice and wide, wide enough for me to crawl between, grazing subtle claws across your pristine skin. Unnarked, for now.

Those silly little candles you light? They aren't for me you say, but then why can I pour the hot wax on your wriggling flesh? Dripping motlen droplets from the very symbols of your saints onto your skin. Burning hot, one by one. You can beg all you want now, I will decide when you're done sweet sweet sinner of mine.

I would never be able to enter the house of a true believer, that darkness in you. The side that Wants this. Thats right, don't look away.

I'll grab that pretty face of yours and make you watch. You want this. You were naughty and deserve this after all. You're my little play thing~

Drop

Drop

Drop

Your skin quickly turning red and irritated, the way your breathe hitches when I coast your sensative areas as I let another drop fall. Pathetic, how turned on you are, I've barely touched you, yet this punishment has made you so aroused. Globs of cooled wax cover your chest and stomach. This is a holy sight wouldn't you agree? Little sinner?

That's what I thought. Your devotion belongs to Me, don't forget to soon. You'll run out of candles~

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[corruptive-sinner]

It feels so good to touch yourself, why deny suck a carnial pleasure?

Do you really need someone whispering in your ear?

Guiding you through as you touch your pitifully neglected sex?

It's more shameful you need such assistance. Maybe if you beg enough I'll take over and show you some real sinning~

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[corruptive-sinner]

The urge to wrap a rosary around a priest’s neck and walk him with it like a dog <3

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[corruptive-sinner]

my body is pulpit for you to speak your holiest sermons at

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