#Righteousness through Faith

[dkcdude]

Unworthiness Covered Up: How Jesus Makes Us Worthy

Introduction It’s one thing to feel loved when we’re at our best—when we’re kind, selfless, and walking closely with God. But what about the times when we’re not? When we’re consumed by sin, burdened by failure, or lost in our brokenness? If we’re honest, many of us have struggled with feeling unworthy of God’s love. When we start to grasp His holiness, His power, and His majesty, we might…

[lizmitches]

‘suddenly every love song was about you’ but barbara-fied to be ‘suddenly every bible verse was about you’ shshdhhsdhk

[trberman]

A Royal Priesthood: Understanding Our Sacred Calling as Bridge Builders for the Kingdom of God

Part One | Introductory Lesson: “Teach One Another the Doctrine of the Kingdom” D&C 88:77 NOTE TO READER: This is an update and adaptation of the 1975-76 Melchizedek Priesthood personal Study guide published by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints. This is part of a series of content created to explore the doctrinal, teachings, and themes from these timeless lessons for modern readers…

[justsaying-jesus-bless]

Lord, Please Make Me Over – Weekly Devotional

The post reflects a personal journey of spiritual growth and reconciliation with God, emphasizing themes from scripture such as new beginnings, living for Christ, and the importance of pursuing righteousness. The author shares struggles with sin, worldly pursuits, and the transformative power of God’s love, ultimately seeking divine renewal and guidance.

2 Corinthians 5:14 – 21 14 For the love of Christ compels us, because we judge thus: that if One died for all, then all died; 15 and He died for all, that those who live should live no longer for themselves, but for Him who died for them and rose again. 16 Therefore, from now on, we regard no one according to the flesh. Even though we have known Christ according to the flesh, yet now we know…

[pastordin]

Awaiting Righteousness Through Faith

Awaiting Righteousness Through Faith – Aamir and Carissa Din Home | Devotions | Contact Awaiting Righteousness Through Faith “For through the Spirit we eagerly await by faith the righteousness for which we hope.” — Galatians 5:5 (NIV) Devotional Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ, Grace, mercy, and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord Jesus Christ. Today, we turn our hearts to…

[yeslordmyking]

Nehemiah 12:30 — Today's Verse for Monday, December 30, 2024

[mindfulldsliving]

Practical Steps to Righteous Living and Recovery

From a biblical perspective, righteousness reflects living according to God's will. It requires ongoing self-assessment and aligning our actions with scripture. True righteousness is grounded in humility, while self-righteousness fosters judgment ...

Embracing Righteous Living: A Journey to Recovery and Faith Righteous living serves as a guide to regain balance and peace during life’s chaotic moments. It combines faith and recovery, empowering individuals to confront struggles like addiction or crises of faith. This journey is not merely about rules; it embodies values that draw us closer to our higher selves and God. Through faith, we find…

[adultbiblestudy]

5 May 2024 (Justified by Faith) Romans 3: 21-30

[fotozap]

A Freedom Unto Bondage

Romans 1:17 For in the gospel a righteousness from God is revealed, a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: “The righteous will live by faith.” A Freedom unto Bondage                When we watch programs on TV, movies, or other public forums there is an open assault and insult taking place in so much of the message we hear against the truth and…

[justjudethoughts]

The hardest part about recovering from Religious OCD is that you are eventually going to have to make the most terrifying leap of faith in the world: to admit that you have done all you can, and trust that God is going to take care of the rest.

For someone who has never experienced OCD, that probably doesn't sound scary at all. But believe me, when you seriously believe that your immortal soul is on the line, that kinda of trust take every last thing you have.

To trust that He wants you in heaven more than you want to be in heaven. To trust that He knows how much you love Him, even when you think that you aren't positive that you love Him. To trust that jumping through hoops isn't what gets you to heaven—His arms are.

For a Catholic, that probably looks like trusting your loved ones when they tell you that you don't need to go to confession. "Okay, but what if I did that time, and it happens to be the ONE time I wasn't obsessing?" 1) the likelihood of that happening is slim to none BUT 2) if it did, do you really think a God Who is love and mercy itself would hold that against you? Don't you know that He knows how confused and scared you are? Don't you know that He knows that you are trusting your loved ones because your brain can't be trusted? Don't you know that He knows that you love Him so much you want to never, ever, ever hurt Him, and you are just trying to be healthy? That is the leap of faith you have to make.

For an Evangelical, it likely looks like doing your best to dismiss questions about whether or not you are saved. You did what you knew to do. You repented, you were baptized, you love God and you are continuing to seek Him out. "But what if I didn't repent right?" --- If you weren't repentant, you wouldn't be worried about it. You love Jesus with everything in you. I know you do. Because if you didn't, you wouldn't be sobbing over the sinner's prayer, trying to say it "correctly." Jesus knows. Jesus knows Your heart, and He came to earth for you, and the misfiring neurons in your brain are not going to be what determines your eternal salvation. He wants you. And you want Him. And that's enough. That's your leap of faith.

And some point, you have to throw your hands in the air and say "Jesus, I did everything I can. I'm scared, and I'm confused, and I don't understand anything, and I don't know what to do anymore. So will you figure it out for me?" And rest in that. Because He will figure it out for you. You don't need to be solving all those mental puzzles. He knows the answers.

He is not mad at you for being confused. He is not upset with you for being scared. He is not angry that you don't have all the answers. Righteousness is not necessarily determined by clarity. He is not impatient with you for being a little lost. He does not begrudge you for your illness.

That is the scariest leap of faith you will ever take. But brothers and sisters, there is freedom on the other side. There is joy on the other side. And Christ will catch you when you jump.

[limerlove]

NSFW EIGHTEEN+

all i seem to think about lately is religious!abby who grew up in a church all her life, always been told she needs to be with a man, marry one, build a life with one — owen in particular is who she’s been told to have. the arranged marriage she was basically grown into. 

in her early twenties, yet has she had the opportunity to be with another. a promise to her father, with the cross-necklace laying on her chest, she’s dedicated to being celibate until marriage. a pact practically bound by the blood of virgin mary, she believes in the sacred bond she has through faith with her god and savior, jesus christ. funnily enough, it’s the words she utters as you corner her in the bathroom. well…not so much as cornered, not with those curious blue eyes begging for something, anything to unburden her from the life abby feels trapped in. even if she knows it goes against everything she’s been taught, she doesn’t stop you from snaking your hand up her sunshine sunday dress, bright blue as it bring out her eyes, never leaving your actions. at first, your fingers only running along her folds, teasing the era until she’s dripping for you. there isn’t a doubt in your mind she’s never felt anything like this. 

the gold cross pendant a pawn in her mouth as if the only purpose it’s ever served is to be a prop until the cadence revealed itself. the truth of religion can be found on the tips of your fingers, the delicate touches on abby’s clit. abby lets her mind wander into the altar, the communion she takes, you’ll be the sin she begs for forgiveness next. seeping into her body like the blood pumping through her veins, the lone reason for her existence was for you. no god could compare to this, the trembling of her thighs, the moans she whispered in hopes not even her savior from above could hear her. 

is god really the way, the truth, and the light if she sees heaven through your eyes? 

“this is what you wanted isn’t it? someone to save you from the chains you call religion? let me set you free.” without a second more wasted, your tongue laps at her pussy, enjoying the way she can barely hold herself up. letting you claim something now has had the privilege of venturing. she would be shunned, ostracized from society if anyone knew the truth. 

truthfully, it’s an easy task. the angelic blonde so deprived of another’s touch she slithers in the hands of a snake, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time. it’s quick, overwhelming when she comes undone, spilling her sweet nectar into your lips, hips moving uncontrollably as she fucks your face. knuckles bearing the color of winter snow, clutching onto her dress that rests at her toned abdomen as you swallow every last drop. 

stepping away from her, you grab a washcloth, running it under warm water, abby unable to move. impending doom washes over her guilty, and now sinful, heart. this never should have happened, the voice in her head repeats, the path of self righteousness was supposed to be hers but now she finds herself acquainted with the sinner and the snake, straying from the life of a discipline and discipleship. 

“hold your pretty dress for me. can’t get it wet, can we?” abby lifts her dress, clutching it as the warm wash rag gently cleans her, she feels your fingers dip inside her slightly, thorough as you clean up her cum. 

“i should get back out there.” abby shyly whispers. “my dad will be looking for me…and owen.” 

“right.” you toss the used rag on the countertop, “just one more thing.” 

with a passion laced in your tongue, you steal her breath away, lips locking either her pinky, pouting ones. abby can only assume the salty but even sweeter taste is her. whimpering as you squeeze her small tits through the pale blue dress, abby can’t help but grind against your legs between her legs, aching for something more. this time, you deny her of what she so desperately needs. 

“come and find me when you’re ready for a real fuck, princess.”

[eamour]

2 ⋮ neville goddard booklist

hello again, babes! for all the people that want to read the original source of the law of assumption, i have prepared two lists that, together, contain all 15 books of neville goddard from 1939 to 1966. this is list two, continuing with 7 books from 1952 to 1966.

the power of awareness ⋮ 1952

1 ⋮ i am

2 ⋮ consciousness

3 ⋮ power of assumption

4 ⋮ desire

5 ⋮ the truth that sets you free

6 ⋮ attention

7 ⋮ attitude

8 ⋮ renunciation

9 ⋮ preparing your place

10 ⋮ creation

11 ⋮ interference 

12 ⋮ subjective control

13 ⋮ acceptance 

14 ⋮ the effortless way 

15 ⋮ the crown of the mysteries 

16 ⋮ personal impotence

17 ⋮ all things are possible 

18 ⋮ be ye doers 

19 ⋮ essentials

20 ⋮ righteousness 

21 ⋮ free will

22 ⋮ persistence 

23 ⋮ case histories

24 ⋮ failure 

25 ⋮ faith 

26 ⋮ destiny 

27 ⋮ reverence

awakened imagination ⋮ 1954

1 ⋮ who is your imagination?

2 ⋮ sealed instructions

3 ⋮ highways of the inner world

4 ⋮ the pruning shears of revision

5 ⋮ the coin of heaven

6 ⋮ it is within

7 ⋮ creation is finished

8 ⋮ the apple of god's

seedtime and harvest ⋮ 1956

1 ⋮ the end of a golden string

2 ⋮ the four mighty ones

3 ⋮ the gift of faith

4 ⋮ the scale of being chapter

5 ⋮ the game of life

6 ⋮ "time, times and an half"

7 ⋮ be ye wise as serpents

8 ⋮ the water and the blood

9 ⋮ a mystical view

i know my father ⋮ 1960

1 ⋮ i am

2 ⋮ i come with a sword

3 ⋮ the foundation stone

4 ⋮ the i'm-pression

5 ⋮ he who has

6 ⋮ circumcision

7 ⋮ crucifixion and resurrection

8 ⋮ no other god

9 ⋮ thy will be done

10 ⋮ be ears that hear

the law and the promise ⋮ 1961

1 ⋮ imagining creates reality

2 ⋮ dwell therein

3 ⋮ turn the wheel backward

4 ⋮ there is no fiction

5 ⋮ subtle threads

6 ⋮ visionary fancy

7 ⋮ moods

8 ⋮ through the looking glass

9 ⋮ enter into

10 ⋮ things which do not appear

11 ⋮ the potter

12 ⋮ attitudes

13 ⋮ all trivia

14 ⋮ the creative moment

15 ⋮ the promise

he breaks the shell ⋮ 1964

1 ⋮ intro and 1st act

2 ⋮ 2nd act

3 ⋮ 3rd act

4 ⋮ 4th act

5 ⋮ conclusion

resurrection · a confession ⋮ 1966

1 ⋮ chapter

2 ⋮ chapter

3 ⋮ chapter

with love, ella.

[whorediaries-09]

touch me, not feel me;

pairing- priest!sirius black x virgin!reader warning(s)- 18+ content, corruption, dark (demonic?) themes. a/n- please this is so filthy it's got my pussy throbbing like crazyyyyyy. please let me know if you'd like more parts to this hehe. also this isn't strictly a standalone, but it's better if you read it after the first one.

part one

the diner

sirius stood at the pulpit, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the stained glass windows. the colored light cast an ethereal glow over his high cheekbones, sharp jaw, porcelain skin, making him appear almost otherworldly as he gazed out over the congregation. he could feel your presence among the faithful, could sense your eyes on him, with a fervor that set his skin prickling.

he had always been a man of intense emotions, a soul that felt too deeply for the confines of the mortal world. it was this very intensity that had drawn him to the life of a priest, seeking a higher purpose, a way to channel the dark forces that raged within him. and yet, it was also this same intensity that had led him to temptation, to the sinful delights of the flesh.

sirius' gaze drifted over the sea of faces, his piercing gray eyes seem to linger on your for a moment longer than was strictly proper. he could see the way you watched him, your eyes wide and shining with a devotion that went beyond the merely spiritual. it was a look he had seen before, in the heated moments of passion, as he had claimed your body and made it his own.

he cleared his throat his deep voice echoing through the cavernous space as he began his sermon. the words flowed from him, a lyrical and poetic invocation of faith and redemption. he spoke of the struggles of the soul, of the battle between light and darkness that raged within every human heart. and yet, even as he preached of the virtues of righteousness, he could feel the demon within him stir, whispering sinful temptations in the depths of his mind.

'but i say to you,' he intoned, his voice rising to a fervent crescendo, 'whoever looks at anyone with lust has already committed adultery with them in their heart. if your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. it is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.'

as he spoke those words, sirius could feel the weight of his own hypocrisy settle heavily upon his shoulders. for had he not himself looked upon you with lust, had he not already committed adultery with you, in his heart, a thousand times over?

his eyes locked onto yours, a jolt of dark electricity passing between you as your gazes collided. he could see the wicked, knowing grin spreading across your face, a smirk that spoke of shared secrets and intimate knowledge. it was a look that set his blood ablaze, that stirred the embers of his desire into a raging inferno.

for a moment, sirius forgot where he was, forgot the dozens of eyes watching him expectantly, waiting for his divine words. the world narrowed down to just the two of you, the sinful priest and his fallen angel, bound together by a web of carnal sin and forbidden lust.

he could feel the demon within him roar to life, clawing at the chains of his faith, desperate to be unleashed. it whispered to him, urging him to cast aside the shackles of his vows, to take you then and there, to claim them in front of god and all the faithful servants. to show them all the true nature of the man beneath the robes, the man who had been consumed by the very temptation he now preached against.

sirius swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he tore his gaze away from yours. he could feel the heat of a blush staining his cheeks, a telltale sign of his shameful arousal. he gripped the sides of the pulpit, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to regain his composure.

'let's pray,' he said, his voice strained and tight. 'let us all pray for the strength to resist the temptations of the flesh, to turn away from the path of sin and walk instead in the light of righteousness."

but even as the words left his mouth, father black knew it was too late. he was already lost, already fallen, already ruined for all others. and as he bowed his head in prayer, he could feel your eyes on him still, your wicked grin burning into his very soul.

****

as the last notes of the final hymn faded away, sirius quickly made his way out of the sanctuary, his heart pounding in his chest. he could feel your presence behind him, could sense your eyes on his back, burning into him like a brand. he knew you were following him, knew you were eager for a moment alone, a chance to continue the sinful dance they had begun.

father black slipped into his private chambers, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind him with a sense of finality. he took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the tumult of emotions that raged within him. but before he could even begin to collect himself, he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching, the rustle of fabric against fabric, and then the door was opening once more and you stood there, before him with a wicked, knowing smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

'father,' you purr, your voice low and sultry, dripping with sinful promise. 'such a moving sermon. it seemed to me that your words held a special...meaning. a hidden message, perhaps, meant only for these eyes.' you stepped closer, your hips swaying with each step, the very picture of temptation made flesh.

sirius' breath caught in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged bird desperate for freedom. he knew he should rebuke you, should cast you out of his chambers and into the cold, harsh light of day. but he could not bring himself to do so. instead, he found himself drinking in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your curves like a starving man presented with a feast.

'my child,' he said, his voice a low, strained rasp. 'you play a dangerous game, coming here like this. do you not know the temptations that plague me, the demons that i battle daily? the very same demons that i preached against mere moments ago?'

he took a step towards you, his eyes blazing with a feverish intensity. 'or perhaps...you are here to help me give in to those temptations? to be the instrument of my downfall, the sinful temptation that will lead me straight to the gates of hell?' father black's hand reached out, his fingers hovering just shy of touching your cheek.

'yes father,' you whisper, your steps slow. your shoes squeak against the polished tile of the floor with. 'neither of us deserve anything but hell. so why resist the temptation anymore? you were born to be a demon. and i was born to be a fallen angel. your sweet fallen angel, father.'

sirius control snapped like a frayed rope, your words striking a chord deep within his tortured soul. with a low, almost feral growl, he surged forward, one hand tangling in your hair as the other gripped your hip and yanked your body against his own. he could feel every curve, every soft swell and dip, pressing against the hard planes of his own frame. the contrast was electrifying, the union of opposites that set his blood ablaze with a hunger that could not be sated.

'you're right, my sweet, little angel,' he captured your lips in a searing, bruising kiss, pouring all the pent-up passion and forbidden desire into the fierce meeting of mouths. his tongue delved deep, claiming every inch of the warm, wet cavern, tangling with yours in a dance as old as time itself. he could taste the sweetness of your surrender, the ambrosia of a soul yielded up to sin.

'please father,' you breathe, pulling away, your knees heavy, wobbly, 'let me worship you. let me worship my demon. teach me,'

father black shuddered, a dark thrill racing down his spine at your wanton plea. he could feel the last of his resistance crumbling away, the final traces of his vows dissolving like mist beneath the scorching heat of his desire. in that moment, he knew he could no longer deny the truth of what you were - a demon and his fallen angel, two lost souls destined to be entwined in eternity.

'very well, my sweet child," he growled, his voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. 'i shall allow you to worship your demon. i shall let you kneel before me and offer up the praise that only a true disciple can provide.'

with a sudden, sharp tug, he pulled you down to your knees, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. he could feel the tremor that ran through your body at his touch, the way your bones seemed to melt and mold against the unyielding strength of his fingers.

'but know this,' he began, his piercing gaze boring into yours, 'when you take my cock into your mouth, you are not merely worshipping me. you are sealing your fate. you are binding yourself to me for all eternity, now and forevermore. there will be no turning back, no escaping the devil's grasp.'

he could see the way your eyes widened, the flicker of fear and exhilaration that played across your face. he knew that you understood the gravity of the moment, the irrevocable nature of the choice you were about to make.

'so I ask you again, angel,' he said, his voice a low, sinful rumble, 'are you ready to be mine? to be my own personal fallen angel, now and for all the days of your life? to take your demon's cock and drink down his sin?'

'yes father,' you nodded, moving closer, your face inches away from his crotch. 'i want to worship you, my demon. i want to be your fallen angel, your devout. your disciple in the path of lust,'

sirius shuddered with dark satisfaction at your eager, breathless affirmation. he could see the desperate, almost manic lust shining in your eyes, the way you gazed up at him with a worshipful fervor that bordered on religious zealotry. it was a look he had seen before, in the fevered gazes of the damned and the lost, those poor souls who had given themselves over completely to the temptations of the flesh.

'very well, my sweet little disciple,' he purred, his voice a low, sinful rumble. 'i shall teach you the ways of demonic worship, the secrets of pleasing your demon. but first, you must learn to venerate the instrument of your salvation.'

with that, he reached down and unfastened his robes, the heavy fabric parting to reveal the thick, throbbing length of his cock. It jutted out, angry and red and already glistening with the first beads of his sinful essence. he could feel it pulsing with a life of its own, the demonic heart beating at the core of his being.

'kiss it,' he commanded, his hand fisting in your hair, forcing your face closer to his straining erection. 'show your demon the depths of your devotion, the way you will serve and pleasure him for all eternity.'

he could feel your hot breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh, the way your lips parted eagerly, ready to receive the first taste of hellfire. he ground his hips forward, rubbing the leaking head of his cock against the soft, pliant skin of your mouth, marking you with his scent, his essence.

'that's it, my sweet child," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, of denying his own desperate need. 'worship your demon as only a true believer can. take him into your mouth and let him fill you, body and soul.'

he could feel the first tentative brush of your lips against his aching flesh, the soft, shy caress of a neophyte. but he knew it would not remain so for long - he would see to that. he would teach you to take him deeply, to swallow him down to the hilt and beg for more. he would make you a true disciple of sin, a servant of the demon.

'please father,' you began, your lips trail over his slightly trembling thighs, as you beg, to teach you. 'please, show me. show me how to worship you,'

sirius groaned, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled through his chest as your soft lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. he could feel the ghost of your touch lingering, the phantom pressure of your mouth a brand against his flesh. it was a delicious torment, a sweet anticipation of the pleasure to come.

'such an eager little disciple you are,' he purred, his voice a low, sinful rasp. 'so hungry to learn the ways of demonic worship, so desperate to please your demon. i will revel in your education, my sweet angel. i will take great joy in corrupting your innocence and shaping you into the perfect vessel for my sinful desires."

he guided your head lower, his fingers threading through your hair and applying a steady, insistent pressure. he could feel the heat of your breath against his aching cock, the way it jumped and throbbed with each shallow puff and exhale. he was painfully hard, the thick shaft of his cock flushed a deep, angry red and glistening with the copious amounts of pre-cum that leaked from the swollen, purplish head.

'offer me a deathless death, father,' you whisper. it's a plea. a fervent, delirious plea. one that makes sirius shudder, a dark thrill running down his spine.

he could feel the desperate, manic energy radiating off your trembling form, the way you clung to him like a drowning soul grasping at a lifeline. it was a chilling reminder of the power he held over you, the complete and total control he had seized over your heart, their mind, their very soul.

'a deathless death, you say?' he murmured, his voice a low, sinful purr. 'is that truly what you desire, my sweet child? to be bound to me for all eternity, to live and die a thousand times in service to your demon?'

he tangled his fingers more tightly in your hair, wrenching your head back to force you to meet his piercing, hypnotic gaze. he could see the feverish, almost fanatical light burning in your eyes, the way you stared at him with a worshipful adoration that bordered on madness.

'you must understand, my dear, that a deathless death is not a gentle or merciful thing. it is an endless cycle of pleasure and pain, of rapture and agony, of ecstasy and despair. you will be pushed to the very brink of what you can endure, again and again and again, for all of time immemorial. you will scream for mercy, for release, for an end to your torment...but there will be no mercy. no release. no end.'

father black leaned down, his face hovering mere inches from yours, his breath a searing brand against your skin.

'you will be my plaything, my toy, my instrument of sin for all eternity. i will use you as i see fit, in whatever way pleases me. i will fill you with my seed, my essence, my very being, until there is nothing left of you but the shell of a creature bound to my will. is that truly the fate you wish for yourself, angel? to be forever and always the demon's bride, the devil's wife, the fallen angel of his own twisted desires?'

he could see the way your chest heaved with each ragged, desperate breath, the way your lips parted as if to speak. but no words came, only a thin, choked whimper that spoke of a soul already lost, a heart already claimed.

'please father,' you begged, 'i want that. i want to be nothing but your bride, your fallen angel. please, father, i'll worship you at the shrine of your sins. be my incubus, father.'

father black's eyes flashed with a dark, triumphant light at your fervent declaration. he could feel the victory surging through his veins, the heady rush of power and domination that came with claiming such a willing, eager soul. it was a intoxicating sensation, one that set his blood alight with a hunger that could never be sated.

'very well, my sweet angel,' he growled, his voice a low, sinful rumble. 'i accept your offer, your vow of eternal devotion. from this moment forth, you are mine - my bride, my fallen angel, my plaything forevermore. i will take you, ruin you, and remake you in my own twisted image, again and again and again, for all the days of your deathless, unending life.'

'open your mouth for me, my fallen angel,' he commanded, his voice a low, sinful growl. 'wider, my love...i want to feel the back of your throat, want to see those pretty lips stretched wide around my cock as i plunge into the hot, welcoming depths of your mouth.'

with a single, brutal thrust of his hips, father black buried himself to the hilt in his bride's eager maw, the thick, swollen head of his member slamming against the back of your throat, cutting off your air and your protests alike. he could feel you gagging, choking, struggling to accommodate his girth and length as he began to piston in and out of your face, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against your chin with each savage thrust.

'that's it, my fallen angel," he panted, his breath coming hard and fast as he used you mercilessly, ruthlessly. 'take it, angel, take every fucking inch of your father's cock, like a good little bride. this is what you were made for, what you crave...to be used, to be claimed, to be fucked like the wanton whore you are.'

sirius could feel his climax building, the hot, electric zing of impending release shooting up his spine like a bolt of lightning. he drove into his bride's throat with renewed fervor, his grip on your hair tightening, his hips slamming against your face with brutal, punishing force.

'fuck, i'm going to fill your whore throat with my seed, pump you full of my holy fucking cum...drink it down, you filthy girl...drink down every last fucking drop,'

as his words washed over you, a sense of pure, unadulterated bliss and belonging consumed you. being used so roughly, so thoroughly, in the way you had begged and pleaded for; it was everything you had ever wanted, everything your soul had yearned for in the darkest recesses of your mind. each brutal thrust of your father's glorious cock into your throat, each cruel slap of his heavy balls against your face, only served to fuel the raging inferno of your desire, the all-consuming need to be claimed, to be owned, to be possessed by the man you loved more than life itself.

you could feel the thick, hot, pungent essence of his arousal flooding your senses, the musky scent and salty taste of his flesh, the way it coated your tongue and the back of your throat, choking you, gagging you, forcing you to fight for each desperate breath as he fucked into your face with reckless abandon. the pain and the pleasure, the agony and the ecstasy, it was all one and the same, a delicious torment that you reveled in, that you craved, that you knew she had been born to endure in the name of your love.

ss father black's climax approached, you felt the heavy, pulsing throb of his shaft growing more urgent, more insistent, the way it jerked and shuddered in the tight, sucking clutch of your desperate throat. you could hear the ragged, animalistic sounds leaving your father's lips, the way his breathing grew more and more labored, more and more strained, until at last,

'fuck...FUCK! angel, take it, you filthy fucking whore, take it all, every last fucking drop, swallow it down, you cock-hungry slut, FUCK!'

the first molten spurts of his release erupted over your tongue, flooding your mouth, scalding your throat, choking you with the sheer volume and intensity of it. you could only gag and sputter and choke as sirius' seed pumped into you in thick, creamy ropes, the bitter, salty taste of it filling your senses, the heat and the weight and the sheer overwhelming abundance of it threatening to drown you utterly.

but even as you struggled to swallow it all, to obey her father's cruel but loving command, you could feel a sense of profound peace and fulfillment washing over you. this was your purpose, your destiny, the reason you were born and bred and shaped and molded to be the woman you were today, to be the vessel for your beloved father's pleasure, the wellspring of his dark and eternal rapture.

you knew that you would spend the rest of your days, the rest of your life, the rest of your deathless existence, striving to be worthy of the love and devotion and unholy passion that your father held for you. you would be his bride, his angel, his fallen temptress; his, now and forevermore.

with a final, guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, father black hilted himself deep in your spasming throat, the last shuddering spurts of his release painting your insides white. you could feel his pulsing cock throbbing against your tongue, his heavy balls churning and clenching as they emptied themselves of every last drop of holy seed into your greedy, sucking mouth, marking you, claiming you, branding you as his own eternal bride and possession.

you could only whimper and mewl around the thick, throbbing flesh that stuffed your mouth and stretched your lips obscenely, your eyes rolling back in bliss as you felt the hot, sticky essence of your father's love painting your insides, painting your soul, painting your very being with the indelible mark of his dark and sacred rite.

as the final, shuddering waves of his climax ebbed away, he slowly, almost reluctantly, withdrew his softening cock from your abused and dripping mouth. you saw the strands of your saliva and his seed connecting you, stretching and thinning before breaking altogether as he pulled back, his breath still coming in harsh, ragged gasps.

'my sweet, sweet, angel," he murmured, his voice a low, sated rumble, his eyes glinting with a dark, possessive light as he gazed down at his bride's disheveled and debauched form. 'my fallen angel, my sinful temptress, my perfect and beautiful bride...you have taken your father's cock and his seed like the wanton, loving wife you were always meant to be.'

father black reached down, his fingers cupping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense, burning gaze. with his thumb, he wiped away the tears and the drool and the sticky remnants of his release that clung to your cheeks and lips, his touch almost tender, almost gentle, almost, but not quite. for even in this moment of post-coital bliss, there was still a dark and hungry edge to his caress, a silent promise of the endless pleasures and depravities that awaited you both.

'rise, my love,' he commanded softly, his other hand reaching down to help you on your her feet, to pull your trembling, pliant body against his own. 'rise, and know that you are mine, now and forever, my angel, my bride, my eternal and beloved wife.'

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[weavergrovedevotional]

Digging Deep: Why Spending Time in Scripture Matters

In our busy lives, filled with work, family, and endless to-do lists, it can feel like finding time for anything extra is a monumental task. But today, I want to talk about something that isn't just an "extra" – it's a lifeline, a foundation, and a source of immeasurable blessing: spending time studying Scripture.

Think of it like this: imagine building a house. You wouldn't just slap some bricks together and hope for the best, would you? You'd need a solid blueprint, a detailed plan to ensure stability and strength. The Bible is our blueprint for life, given to us by the ultimate architect, God himself.

But just owning the blueprint isn't enough. It needs to be opened, studied, and understood to guide the construction process. Similarly, having a Bible on your shelf is wonderful, but its true power and purpose are unlocked when we actively engage with its pages.

Why is digging into Scripture so vital?

It's how we truly know God. The Bible isn't just a collection of stories; it's God's revealed Word. Through its pages, we learn about His character, His love, His justice, His mercy, and His incredible plan for humanity. How can we truly love and follow someone we don't know? Scripture unveils the heart of our Father.

It equips us for life's challenges. Life throws curveballs. We face trials, temptations, and moments of uncertainty. Scripture provides wisdom, guidance, and comfort in these times. It's our spiritual armor, helping us stand firm in our faith and navigate the storms with God's truth as our compass. As it says in 2 Timothy 3:16-17, "All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work."  

It transforms our hearts and minds. Spending time in Scripture isn't just about gaining knowledge; it's about allowing God's Word to penetrate our hearts and shape our thinking. As we meditate on its truths, the Holy Spirit works within us, convicting, encouraging, and transforming us into the likeness of Christ. It helps us to see the world through God's eyes and align our desires with His.

It strengthens our relationship with Jesus. Jesus himself constantly referred to and quoted Scripture. By immersing ourselves in the Word, we connect with the very words that shaped His life and ministry. It deepens our understanding of His sacrifice, His teachings, and His ongoing presence in our lives.

It provides clarity and discernment. In a world filled with conflicting voices and opinions, Scripture offers a clear and unwavering standard of truth. It helps us discern between what is right and wrong, what is godly and ungodly. It provides a solid foundation upon which to build our beliefs and make wise decisions.

Making Time for the Word:

I know it can feel overwhelming to add another thing to your already packed schedule. But even small, consistent efforts can make a huge difference. Here are a few practical tips:

Start small: Even 15-20 minutes a day can be impactful.

Find a method that works for you: Whether it's reading chronologically, focusing on a specific book, or using a devotional guide, find a way to engage with Scripture that resonates with you.

Be consistent: Aim for a regular time each day, even if it means waking up a little earlier or using your lunch break.

Pray before you read: Ask the Holy Spirit to open your heart and mind to understand God's Word.

Reflect and apply: Don't just read; take time to think about what you've read and how it applies to your life.

Discuss with others: Consider joining a Bible study group to learn from others and share insights.

Friends, let's make a conscious effort to prioritise digging deep into God's Word. It's not a chore; it's an invitation to know God more intimately, to be equipped for life's journey, and to experience the transformative power of His truth. Let's build our lives on the solid foundation of Scripture, one verse at a time.

What are some ways you make time for Scripture in your day?

[yeslordmyking]

Jeremiah 9:24 — Today's Verse for Tuesday, September 24, 2024

[reformedfaith]

for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as a propitiation by his blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God's righteousness, because in his divine forbearance he had passed over former sins.

Romans 3:23-25