#Priesthood

[cillivnz]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻

[𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪]

PAIRING — PRIEST!NANAMI KENTO x NUN!READER

SYNOPSIS — you shift across continents hoping to leave all behind that drifted you apart from the Lord, only to catch the sole reason of your departure waiting for you patiently, with a rosary in one hand and his cock in the other.

WORD COUNT — 2878

WARNINGS — NSFW. MODERN AU. OOC!KENTO (kinda). RELIGIOUS IMAGERY, THEMES & RELIGION IN GENERAL. BLASPHEMY, sacrilege, impure thoughts, cursing, sins & sinning, sex in a church, indecent use of the confessional, DUBCON. oral (m! receiving), fingering, clit-play, biting, nipple/breast-play, unprotected and penetrative sex (p! in v!), overstimulation, against a wall (?), voyeurism, degrading. NANAMI HAS A GOD COMPLEX. there is repetitive mentions of religious themes throughout the smut, from praying to other things.

A/N — GOOD GOD. i’m asking you all for forgiveness, but i needed to do this. i intended it for leon kennedy but something in me snapped and i changed it to a nanami kento fiction, WHICH IS WHY THERE IS MENTION OF A CHRIS REDFIELD, i was too lazy to change it and also i didn’t want to incorporate too much from the JJKverse, so we’ll just leave Redfield at that.

i am NOT anti-religion, this is a common fantasy and i just wished to try my hand at this sinister trope. please refer to the warnings and DO NOT PROCEED if anything mentioned makes you uncomfortable. apologies in advance for any inaccurate detail written. not proofread.

art credits — unknown [pinterest]

LISTENING TO: ‘THE SACRAMENT’ — HIM

[therefore the title].

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘, but you knew the Lord only wanted what was best for you, and so a new chapter in your life had begun.

A woman above materialism, you leave with only your bible and habit, but of course, you carried the last memory of your past life— a photograph your Sisters took of you and Father Redfield from your hometown, the church you had sworn celibacy to, near the Arklay Mountains.

You loved Chris— Father Redfield, the way you’d love the angels of the almighty, but at times this love prevented you from preaching, causing you to often ponder on your style of living, and the fact that doubt settled in your god-driven mind became the primary reason why you decided to move away, all the way to Tokyo.

Your feelings for Father Redfield made you question your vows to chastity, and you knew at once you needed to get away. So, you left the mountainous foliage at once and settled for the noisy city.

Upon arriving, you were welcomed by a ‘Sister Nobara”, with a soft face and piercing gaze, but none that lingered.

She walked you through the large and lonely halls of the massive church. The infrastructure of your hometown’s place of worship couldn’t compare to Tokyo’s, perhaps the difference in population was the reason why.

Throughout the walk to the nave, you felt an ominous sense of being watched— no, preyed upon, but you and your naïveté blamed it on your nerves. It worsened while you said your prayers, seeking forgiveness for the note on which you left: that doubt and urgency to succumb to hellish pleasures with the priest that couldn’t even reciprocate a smile back to you.

“Ah, there comes Father Kento,” Sister Nobara interrupted the last of your calls to the Lord, the one where you beseeched to attain enough strength to never succumb to lust. You quickly muttered a, “Amen”, and turned to Nobara. You looked at her for a brief moment, before your gaze followed hers and landed on the most devilishly handsome man you had ever seen.

Hell, you had to leave your home over a man who, now, you realise, isn’t even half as attractive as the man towering over you.

You backed away when the sudden proximity hit you, your subconscious mind immediately associating that eerie feeling in your gut with the presence of this man.

“Hello,” his deep voice broke the silence. “Greetings, Father,” you quickly averted your lingering stare onto the wooden floor. There was a stroke of amusement tainted in his tone, “Sister Nobara tells me you come from the Arklay Mountains.”

“She’s right,” you confirmed, still not eyeing him.

He nodded along, eyes still etched on your face.

“Father, if you could excuse me.” Sister Nobara suddenly spoke, causing you to look up at the departing woman. A “But—” was all you could mutter, before Kento put two-and-two-together and figured you sought out your quarters. “I don’t mind showing you around.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, Father.” You laughed, nervously, obvious to the subtle but definite bite of the Priest’s lower lip at the sound.

“No problem, follow me.”

The walk wasn’t as bad as you’d thought it to be; it was worse.

You couldn’t help but glance repeatedly at the seemingly older, definitely taller and the most handsome man you had ever dreamt of, and the fact that he hadn’t turned to look at you, nonetheless utter a single word, aggravated you.

He gracefully halted, and you knew you’d reached your quarters.

“There we are,” he announced, opening the door to let you in before him.

“It’s not much but—”

“It’s perfect.” You interrupted him with a warm smile, genuinely pleased with where you were to be stationed. Father Kento seemed pleased with your response, the small smile that broke out gave it away.

You instantly got to settling in, not that you had many things to place. Just your clothes, holy books and—

“Who is that?” Asked Father Kento the minute your hand reached for the framed memory.

“Father Redfield from the Arklay Church.” You spoke in monotone.

“Is he why you left?”

You didn’t have to answer.

The way you clutched the photograph tighter gave Nanami Kento all the answers he needed.

“Confessional is always open.”

“𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍.” The words rang in your ears, floating in the whirlpool of your disturbed mind throughout supper, and the fact that Father Kento was nowhere in sight was no solace. You decided to say, “Fuck it,” in a god-abiding way, and made your way over to the said confessional.

You step inside the wooden booth, steadying your breath you heard movement on the other side.

“Good evening, Sister.”

“I’m glad you obeyed me.” He said, seemingly in nonchalance, but you could picture a cocky smirk on his handsome face.

“Yes, father,” was all you could muster up.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” He said so casually, yet compelling enough to get you to open up.

“You were right, Father Kento,” you sighed.

“It’s Chris—Father Redfield.”

“He’s, uh, the reason why I left.”

“Why would a man of the Lord drive you to that limit, Sister?” You heard that raspy voice of Father Kento’s inquire.

All you could muster up was a sigh. Talking about your feelings was something you’ve always struggled with, never there being a crucial need to do so, to redeem, like tonight.

“Because I would find myself thinking about him.”

“In what way?” Father Kento asked almost immediately, not wasting a breath.

“In impurity, lust, and love.”

The sigh on the other wooden end of the booth was almost unheard by you. “Describe them.” Father Kento broke the silence after a moment of halting. “W-what?”

“Describe your thoughts. What did you want to do with him?” You heard fiddling, but chose to ignore it.

“I would— would think about him and I, romantically. If and how things would’ve been different had we not chosen this life. Then, it was natural for excitement to settle in when he’d gently brush past me,” you oddly found yourself at ease, tranquil and nostalgic as you reminisce over the past.

“What about lust?” He interrupted in a tight voice.

“Uh,”

“I thought of his large, aged and veiny hands: grabbin—grabbing me, groping my… breasts…”

The ruffling on the other side silenced you, and when Father Kento noticed, he spoke in a stern tone, “Sister,”

“I need you to let it all out.”

So, you took a deep breath, and did exactly that.

You tell the priest how badly you’d grown accustomed to that ache between your thighs, how damp you would feel while merely observing the older man casually interact with the churchgoers; the tinge of bitterness that coursed through your veins, replacing the electricity that he’d often ignite, but now that you see him caressing the arm of another woman, much like the way he’d do to you, you’d find yourself unravelled in the sin of envy.

“I would find myself wanting to start a family with Father Redfield— by any means necessary. I would’ve wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me, carry his load inside me each night, sleeping in the warmth of his arms while his cum leaks out of me, still puffy and sore but in the need of more—”

You heard him groan.

He fucking groaned.

Your sinful ramblings would’ve persisted had the feeling in your gut not begged for you to shut the fuck up that very instance.

“Tell me, Sister,”

“Was it Father Redfield you felt such vulgarity for, or perhaps, just the thought of a superior— One with the Lord— indulging in you?”

You were speechless. Surely there was no insinuation in his sultry tone, right?

“I— I don’t know, Father.” You cleared your throat, thighs involuntarily rubbing together. You raised your palm to bite the back of it, softly, but enough to distract you. A habit you thought you had rid yourself of, but it still lingers.

“Oh, I think you do.”

Before you could deny the blatant accusation, your eyes land on Father Kento through the open wooden network.

You had now realised that this was the first time throughout your confession that you looked up— at him, and the sight awaiting you had caused you to clutch your rosary and gasp the first profanities you’ve dared to say in decades.

Father Kento sat on a ruby, velvet sofa, while his robe lifted up to his stomach. The first thing your eyes trail to is the smug, sinister look on his face, his slicked-back, disheveled hair, his glimmering eyes and pink lips. Then, his broad neck lacking the amice that is supposed to adorn it. Between his thick thighs, stood tall and angry the most vicious thing you’ve seen.

What made it worse was that he had a hand wrapped around the leaking tip, and in that very hand, was his rosary.

“Like what you see, Sister?” He called you out, and you immediately averted your gaze.

You looked to the ceiling, folding your hands and dropping to your knees.

“No, none of that.” Father Kento ‘tsk’ed at the sound of your prayers, making his way over to your side of the confessional.

“As pretty as you look while begging for mercy,”

“ 𝑰 ’𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑮𝑶𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑾. ”

He grabbed ahold of your joined hands, opening them just enough to wrap them around the girth of his cock.

“Pray,” he said, squeezing your cheeks together. When your mouth forcefully opened, he shoved his tip past your plump lips, and you instinctively allowed more inside.

“Good girl.” He groaned, motioning your hands back in forth on his cum-slick cock.

Blasphemy coursed through your blood and all thoughts and prayers left your mind, and you twirled your tongue around his cruel tip.

He growled, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” pushing back your veil and bandeau to let your hair out and grip it.

“Oh, you have no idea what a punishment the past few hours had been,”

“I’d been doing so good. ‘So good,” his voice was weak yet hoarse; he damn near lost his mind when he hit the back of your throat, biting back a whimper.

“I was on the path to salvation, but you,”

“You just had to show up and send me spiralling to hell.”

He plunged into your tight throat one last time, savouring the sight of your hollowed cheeks and plump lips wrapped around his shaft. You bat your long, thick lashes at him and his heart skips a beat when he looks into those doe eyes of yours.

“Get up,” he yanks you up by the arm.

“Strip.”

You were hesitant while bidding farewell to your attire, but there was unknown fervency in your movements.

Once bare, you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“This is so wrong—”

“—But do you want it?” He asked, his was was stern and soft, his recollected breath made his velvety voice return.

“More than anything I’ve ever known.” You answered in all honesty; only truth came out of you in the home of the Lord.

There was a soft smirk on Father Kento’s face that widened into a genuine smile upon hearing your words. “Come here, then.” He motioned for you close the eternal gap between the two of you, and you nearly leaped into his arms, the distance growing unbearable.

Kissing you, tasting himself on you, Father Kento spoke in between kisses, “I don’t want a fucking word out of you, okay? You’re going to take cock quietly.”

“We want this to stay between us and God, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him corner you against the wooden box.

His eyes darted up to yours and then trailed down to your body. His frustration aggravated at the sight of you, and the fact that you’re the Lord— his master’s forbidden fruit heightens his senses with carnal instincts, making the Goddess in front of him even more insatiable.

“You know I’d have taken my time with you, right?” He nods, enchanting your dumb and dazed state to follow him.

“But you understand how badly I need to be inside you?” You nod, you need it, too.

“And you’ve sworn in celibacy?” He quirks an eyebrow, but the minute you felt the slightest touch of his fingertips along your velvety folds, you forgot all your vows at once.

“Answer me.” His voice carried a trace of humour, but stoic nonetheless, finding your clit and pressing his thumb onto it.

“Y-yes. Yes.” You bit down on your lip and the priest nearly lost it then and there. His free hand meets your face and tucks the pillowy lip out of your teeth’s grasp, stroking it back and forth.

His hand left your cunt, earning pathetic whimpers from you. It went back to his cock, jerking it a few times, leaving you mesmerised, before he gathered the slick that leaked out of the tip and smeared it onto your pussy.

“Prepping you.” He simply grunted, easing one finger into your tight hole. Your walls show hospitality and gladly accept the digit curling inside them.

You were a virgin, but masturbation wasn’t foreign to you.

“More,” you ached, and he obliged.

By the end of your aching heat, you had (barely) accustomed two of his long, slender yet thick fingers. The fervent circles of his thumb on your clit were torturous.

On the brink of your orgasm, spiralling into ecstasy, Father Kento pulled you out. Like a sinister saviour, he pulled you out of enlightenment.

“No! Please— Why?” You blabbered bullshit, too fucked out to care about anything but release.

“I told you I need to be inside you.” His voice was hoarse, the lust evident in his tone.

Watching you right on the edge of unravelling had him throbbing and twitching.

“I need to feel that tight cunt.” He was damn near hyperventilating. “Baby, I’ll go crazy.” He chokes out a sob when you grab his cock by the angry tip and align it with your hole.

He smiled at you, causing you to clench.

How was this blonde bastard so handsome?

Lifting you up with sheer ease, he let your legs wrap around his waist, your arms crossing over his neck, and his dick plunging into you, inch by inch.

You thanked God the tiny booth was tall, so you had enough space to let your head fall back without it touching the ceiling, courtesy of the man balls deep inside you, standing at 6’0.

The snug fit knocked the air out of both of you. Tears ran down your flushed cheeks like a hot spring, the passion with which he embraced you, devouring your warmth against the cold wood set every cell in your body ablaze.

“You’re so fucking— tight. ‘Hot, tight pussy squeezing so nicely around my cock.” Father Kento began pounding into you. Your legs had began to tremble already, but your vicelike grip on his waist and broad shoulders didn’t falter.

His fat cock fucked into you with desperation, the carnality of being wanted so much, so sinisterly by a man who had sworn chastity makes your soul quiver.

You’ll need to make one hell of an apology to the Lord.

As if reading your mind, the blonde priest spoke in a hoarse voice, “Pray.”

“For your sake and mine, you better fucking pray.”

So, you join your hands and close your eyes, bring Father Kento’s face closer to your chest. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of your soft breasts embracing his face like the pillowy clouds of heaven he’d never see.

With every thrust, your would slide up the wall, cunt gushing along his length. You said your prayers silently but couldn’t help letting out wanton cries when the tip of his cock would hit a certain spot inside you, and hit it repeatedly.

You were too far gone to hear him say, “Put it in my mouth,” not knowing what he referred to, until he hit the flesh right above your breast. You struggled to let go of his neck, but grabbed the supple flesh and lead it to his ravenous mouth, like a lamb being led to slaughter.

His hot mouth on your nipple; tugging, licking, circling, and nibbling. His cock inside you, fucking you at godspeed. Two of his fingers on your clit, rubbing maniacally; all had you coming undone in seconds.

“Oh, Kento!” You moaned pornographically, driving him to the point of release and insanity when the rhythmic contractions of your cunt pulsated around his twitching cock, and in mere seconds, Father Kento buried his seed deep inside you.

“Good god.” He groaned, parting with your nipple with a ‘pop’ and overstimulating you with slow, deep thrusts; his fingers never once leaving your clit.

“That—”

“—Needs another confession altogether.”

And so every night you’d find yourself cornered up in the confessional, apologising for same mistake you’ve been making every night, with the man whose forgiveness you beg for, on your knees, and repentance he delivers with a rosary in one hand and his cock in the other.

[atheneum-of-you]

How would you go about becoming a priest with an invitation from the god? Like what resources, and what would you learn?

Honestly it depends on the god! Each god is different, and therefore there's no set way on learning priesthood because there is no definitive guide on each and every deities method. However, I can tell you how it works for me as someone training under Hermes (and I'll make a longer more in depth guide on my process sometime soon):

Studying:

A lot of researching your deity. Learn their epithets and how to spell/write/say them. Invoking a specific epithet will help you be able to draw on their power through your future tasks from them.

Also, become knowledgeable and understanding of how the ancient Greek themselves worshipped our gods. Particularly Ancient Greek Cults and Ancient Greek Religion should basically be required reading (both of which are available for free in my tiny library!)

Communication:

Constant constant CONSTANT communication with your deity. You'll be training under them personally, so get used to constantly running to them for guidance and tasks. Communication is key, and finding your best method for receiving answers will save you a world of headaches.

Training Tasks:

Tasks are required for training. Ask your deity what it is they'd like your task to be, and they'll provide you with one. Tasks heavily depend on your deity. My first task was delivering a message from a goddess to a potential future devotee because I train under Hermes. However, a task from Aphrodite may involve providing advice to a specific pair of lovers or even required self reflection. A task from Apollo will look different from a task from Hades. A task from Dionysus will look different from a task from Ares.

Shadow Work:

We should all strive to be our greatest selves for our gods, and this is especially true on the path to priesthood. The more we understand ourselves, the clearer things can become spiritually. This isn't a hard requirement! Simply something I personally think is incredibly important.

The path of priesthood is a long and difficult one, and nay seem fun looking in but it's definitely hard work and you should be sure that this is a path you really want to walk (not talking to you specifically but anyone and everyone considering priesthood).

I hope this helped!!

[queerism1969]

[angeltreasure]

We need to pray for our priest so, so, so much more than ever before.

[pratchettquotes]

Many people feel called to the priesthood, but what they really hear is an inner voice saying, "It's indoor work with no heavy lifting, do you want to be a plowman like your father?"

Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

[wiirocku]

Hebrews 7:24-25 (NIV) - but because Jesus lives forever, He has a permanent priesthood. Therefore He is able to save completely those who come to God through Him, because He always lives to intercede for them.

[semioticapocalypse]

Mario Giacomelli. Pretini (Dancing priests). Senigallia. c. 1961

Follow my new AI-related project «Collective memories»

[rue-with-the-tarot]

My dream, my purpose, is to follow the path of priesthood laid out before me. I don’t belong to any one belief, as I believe I am a Student of Spirit. I will seek the education I need to be learned in many faiths so that I can attend to the community however they need. When this is complete, and I done my robes, I wish to open a Temple. One where anyone can come to worship how they please, where they can see themselves represented. Where they can see their gods displayed proudly, and with careful consideration. If only you all can see it how I see it. Change is on the wind, and I will follow.

[heresylog]

Saw the anon asking about if priests need to be virgins on too of celibate: what's the Catholic Church's stand on that?

As long as there are no consequences (ie. children you need to take care of) the Catholic Church is pretty lax. I know one priest who talks about his time in college how he had sex with a lot of women during his atheist years. A man with that experience would just need to find an accepting order.

In my experience, they usually don’t ask if you’ve had sex only if you’ve been married before or have children.

[teh-catholic-furry]

on a slightly serious note, i got a prayer request

ive been discerning the priesthood/religious life for about two years now, and have made an unofficial visit to a seminary for the religious order I want to join back in April. I’m supposed to meet the director of vocations in order to follow up on the visit and discuss next steps but havent heard a word from him yet. Please pray for me to grow in patience and peace since ive been getting anxious about it, and for continued discernment for me, i would greatly appreciate it <3

now back to my regular late night vibing

[atheneum-of-you]

How would you recommend becoming a priest?

Khaire! I actually have a post on priests/priestesshood! I mostly refer to it as priestesshood because that's what applies to me personally, but outside of the history section, it all also applies to priesthood!

That said, I'll TLDR (because it is a bit long);

Priesthood can be obtained either through mentorship under an established priest, or an invitation from your deity.

A mentorship would involve finding a priest of the diety you'd like to devote yourself to and training under them. They'll teach you the ways of a priest for your specific deity and determine when/if you graduate from priest in training to a proper priest title.

An invitation directly from the deity is a bit more difficult because it requires you to fully be accountable for yourself and be in charge of your own training and studying. An invitation can come in just about any form (mine came in the form of a dream), but it'll be an obvious sign from your deity and you'll probably want to do a lot of divination/communicating with them to be absolutely certain.

That said, you can also try asking your deity. It's not something I can for sure say will work, but you're free to plead your case to them, and they'll either accept or reject accordingly. I don't particularly advise it (personally), though, because confirmation bias can definitely skew your perception of their answer. I personally think if you haven't been invited by that god, finding a mentor is the absolute best option instead.

I hope this all made sense and has been helpful!

(As always, your own research is the best research, and everything I say comes from my own extensive research, but you should always look to multiple sources for certainty!)

[queerism1969]

[deepwoundvivisection]

I want to grab a Catholic priest by the wrists and hear him wince when I use the palm of his little shaking hands to put out every last candle in the church

[sledgehammer-to-a-discoball]

[moonyeyedstar]

pt2 Forgive Me, Father- Remus Lupin x Reader Smut (Priest Remus)

*18+* part 2!

You shut the curtain as you sat in the wooden booth you had grown accustomed to.  Your arousal pooled between your thighs at the thought of what was to come.  “Forgive me, Father Lupin for I have sinned,” your voice was low and breathless.  You could not wait for him to rip down the divider and have his way with you.

“Y/n,” he said firmly, trying to sound frustrated but his temptation betrayed him, “I told you not to come to see me here, we had plans for later, it’s not safe for you to come here.”

“But I could not wait, Father, I need you now, please, don’t let me suffer,” you begged.

“But, Y/n, if someone finds out-” you had cut him off.

“They won’t.”

“This is wrong.”

“So punish me then, punish me for my sins,” you said in a quiet sultry tone.

“Jesus Christ,” he tore down the divider that separated the two of you.  You shot him a salacious smile.

“Hello Father,” you squeezed your thighs together in need of friction and let out a gentle whimper, loving the sight of him in his clerical collar.  The sight of you flushed and needy was more than enough to abandon every vow he had ever taken in the House of God.

“God, you don’t know what I want to do to you,” he growled under his breath as he studied every inch of you, his eyes glimmering with pure unadulterated lust, his mind filled with thoughts so sinful he should have caught on fire in that very moment.

“Why don’t you show me then,” you began undressing yourself to lead him into temptation.  His eyes flickered from one part of your luscious skin to the next.  You sat before him completely nude against the cold wooden bench and watched as he grew to fight the constraints of his trousers.

“Hands and knees,” he barked.

“What?” you were taken aback by this side of him.

“You heard me.  Hands and knees.”

“Yes, Father,” you fell to your hands and knees, pressing your plump arse up toward him to put your slick folds on display.

“Oh, darling, you are soaked, I guess you really couldn’t wait until later, hm?” he teased.

“Please don’t tease me, Remus, I need you so badly.”

“What did you call me?”

“I’m sorry, Father.”  Your apology would not suffice as Father Lupin’s cold heavy hand met the soft supple skin of your arse with a loud smack that echoed through the booth.  You let out a cry.  His handprint stung on your skin and quickly turned bright red.

“How do you address me?”  He coached.

“Father,” you blurted in an instant having learned your lesson.

“Good girl,” he praised.  You waited impatiently on your hands and knees as the cold porcelain tile began to warm beneath you.  Father Lupin undid his trousers and pumped himself as he stared at you positioned perfectly before him.  He was so unbelievably hard, his tip dripping.  “Fucking hell,” he mumbled to himself before gripping your cheeks to split them apart, giving himself a clear view to watch himself ruin you.  He pressed his slick swollen tip against your cunt.  You whined and squirmed yourself around him to try and press him onto yourself.  He pulled himself back to tease you and watched as your hips kept chasing after his cock.  You let out desperate whines in protest, luring him to press himself into you as he was slowly swallowed by your warmth.

“Oh, Father!”  You cried out as your walls grasped his cock.  “You feel so good,” your walls fluttered around his twitching cock.  Father Lupin could not tear his eyes away from the sight of himself fucking in and out of your tight cunt.

“Such a good girl,” he praised and began to increase the pace and force of his thrusts.  The sound of his skin smacking against yours fought to be heard against your breathless moaning.  “God, and such a perfect pussy, you take me so well,” he growls, resisting the urge to let his head fall back and tear his eyes away from you.  His grip on you tightened, he kept you firmly in place as he drove himself in and out of you mercilessly.  Your walls spasmed around his cock as he stuffed you each and every time.

“S-So good,” you cried out drunkenly, intoxicated by the way he fucked you like the dirty whore you are.  He slid one hand off of your arse and up your spine making you shudder before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it back, forcing your head and neck to extend towards him.

“Look at me,” he ordered.  He pulled your hair to tilt your head as far back as possible.  You choked out moans looking back at him.  “Open your mouth.”  You did as told, letting your mouth fall open.  “Such a filthy slut, couldn’t even wait for me at home,” he growled before spitting into your mouth.  You stared up at him wide-eyed, entranced by his dominance as you felt your orgasm build in your core.

“S-So close,” you whimpered.

“You will cum when I tell you to,” he growled and continued to pound in and out of you at a relentless pace.  

“Yes, Father,” you cried out as your back arched to fit him deep inside yourself.  He gripped your hair painfully tight and snaked his free hand off your side to rub circles on your swollen clit.  “Oh god yes!”  Your arms fail you letting you fall forward, luckily Father Lupin’s grasp on your hair was enough to keep you upright.  “Oh, please Father, I cannot hold it much longer,” you pleaded.

“Cum for me, Y/n,” he commanded.

“Oh, Father Lupin!” your cunt spasmed around his cock as you dissolved into pleasure, your vision fading to black as he continued to assault your pussy.  Your moans were muffled and incoherent as you fell limp.

“Where should I cum?” he grunted.

“My cunt, Father,” you whined hazily.

“Fuck,” he growled as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you.  He laid you both gently on the cold floor and caressed your side as the two of you did your best to catch your breath.  “You know you really shouldn’t come here, Y/n, it’s best if you just wait for me when I go home.”

“I don’t get the same reaction out of you when we do it at home,” you blushed.

“Get dressed, I’ll leave early so we can go spend the night together,” he smiled as he sat up.“Yes, Father,” you grinned cheekily.