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desecratedclergy · 5 days
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A pious man thrusting into his fist with the tip of his cock resting across an open Bible. The rosary holding the pages open lightly rubbing against the underside as he grows closer. Shame rising as he spills his seed across those sacred pages.
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desecratedclergy · 8 days
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poor little priest.
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"Be not ashamed. Angels will descend in your time of need."
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desecratedclergy · 8 days
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I found a simple little contraption I thought would be fun to torture my priest with ♡ For once J3sus on the cross is intentionally part of the piece and not on censorship duty, so once this is finished I'll put it on twitter without the pesky demon ♱
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desecratedclergy · 9 days
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nvm I fucked I'm normal now
I hate that I'm captive to the cycles dictated by the womb that God cursed me to bear. I wonder if a priest would shrink in alarm at my talk of the secret inner workings of woman. Would he hear my lamentations? Could I confess to him that I know I'm at the peak of ovulation, and that despite being so, so horny, aching, constantly wet, I'm filled with entirely contradicting feelings? My body yearns for the touch of man, yet even though my flesh screams 'I want and want and want', the thought of having sex to silence it fills me with disgust. Surely a priest must understand this conflict of mind and body. But I am no member of the clergy; I am simply a woman.
If I functioned as God designed woman to, I would accept the cock that tries to fuck me in these few crucial days for conception, and multiply as He commanded Adam and Eve to. Yet I refuse every advance. Why would I rather talk about it with the only man who is forbidden from satisfying my flesh, than to seek relief where I ought to? I am no member of the clergy. I am simply a woman.
If I confessed all this, would a priest understand me? Could he guide me through my emotions? Or would he say that I must accept the cross I've been laden with, silence the objections of my brain, and let myself be pierced to fulfill the role God made me for, to bear children and absolve me of the sin of being born a woman?
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desecratedclergy · 10 days
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Serie ♟️ scacchi L’alfiere
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I hate that I'm captive to the cycles dictated by the womb that God cursed me to bear. I wonder if a priest would shrink in alarm at my talk of the secret inner workings of woman. Would he hear my lamentations? Could I confess to him that I know I'm at the peak of ovulation, and that despite being so, so horny, aching, constantly wet, I'm filled with entirely contradicting feelings? My body yearns for the touch of man, yet even though my flesh screams 'I want and want and want', the thought of having sex to silence it fills me with disgust. Surely a priest must understand this conflict of mind and body. But I am no member of the clergy; I am simply a woman.
If I functioned as God designed woman to, I would accept the cock that tries to fuck me in these few crucial days for conception, and multiply as He commanded Adam and Eve to. Yet I refuse every advance. Why would I rather talk about it with the only man who is forbidden from satisfying my flesh, than to seek relief where I ought to? I am no member of the clergy. I am simply a woman.
If I confessed all this, would a priest understand me? Could he guide me through my emotions? Or would he say that I must accept the cross I've been laden with, silence the objections of my brain, and let myself be pierced to fulfill the role God made me for, to bear children and absolve me of the sin of being born a woman?
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desecratedclergy · 12 days
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not sure what to tag this because I don’t usually make OC art. anyway… he’s a cult leader. long story. (And he needs a name.)
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Good boy, Father 🛐
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There is a cute priest in a full on cassock in my store right now. Fuck! I am a thirsty bitch
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desecratedclergy · 14 days
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desecratedclergy · 15 days
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desecratedclergy · 15 days
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I HAVE SOMETHING INAPPROPRIATE TO SAY ✋
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desecratedclergy · 15 days
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Priest/Demon.
Full images on Patreon/Bluesky
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desecratedclergy · 16 days
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There is an inherent safety to hierophilia that I find myself most attracted to.
The priest is a pure, incorruptible man. And I want him to stay that way. I want him to remain sacred. I want to seek and find peace with a man so steadfast in his vows that he wouldn't lay a hand on me, which would, in turn, allow me true freedom. With a holy man, you can tempt him, bare yourself to him, touch him in ways he never could have imagined. You can speak of your sinful thoughts and desires, and watch as he struggles not to rebuke you, but to accept your lewd talk with divine patience.
Of course he is merely human. He may fight against the desires of his flesh, may pray for mercy and aid, may remind himself that he should never defile another creature of God, but what's more, he may triumph. I hope he triumphs. I want to be what he looks back on and regards as temptation overpowered. I want him to say a prayer of thanks for the evil he was able to overcome. I want him to praise God, and think of me as nothing more than a passing trial or tribulation. Pure eroticism lies in the control he exerts over himself, more than any he could ever have over me, or I over him. What could I hope to gain from a man so devout? I don't know. But I want to tempt, without the fear of sin. I want to be a human, without the fear of being torn open.
I want the safety of a priest.
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