The Priest and the Elephant

This one goes out to u/QuantityCommercial66 for giving me the odd combination of ‘Priest’ and ‘Elephant’. I hope you enjoy what I’ve conjured up.

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting rays of golden light through the crisp green leaves that hung overhead, tall oaks lining each side of the dirt path. Bird song filled the air, as well as the indistinguishable chatter of passerbys.

Father Casey’s sneakers padded against the soil as he jogged along, his sun kissed skin glistening with sweat and his salt and pepper curls clinging to the moisture of his face. Even at the age of forty-eight, the devout priest was in peak physical shape.

For the past thirty-three years, he’d never once neglected his exercise regimen. He was a man of firm discipline and dedication – both to his physical and spiritual health.

David Casey was resolute in his commitments – a man not easily swayed from his path.

However, as of late, he found himself in a battle against desires of the flesh. Never in all of his years had his resolve felt so weakened, so threatened.

He’d had many a beautiful face come and go in his church, but none could compare to Isabel Valentina.

Isabel was new to the church, having moved to the city only recently due to unforseen circumstances. The young woman had found herself broke and desperate, forced to move back in with her parents – whom of which, she had rather poor relations.

She was the very incarnation of lust with her supple curves and soft, plush lips. Her eyes were the color of milk chocolate and doe-like, surrounded by an ocean of long, dark lashes.

When she spoke, it was as if the choirs of Heaven had opened up the gates to channel their heavenly song through her. Isabel’s voice was delicate and feminine, carrying a hint of an accent.

Just thinking about her soft, olive tanned skin sent him into a sort of madness and he sometimes found himself wondering how it would feel against his fingers. Against his lips.

Today, he ran not only out of discipline, but to escape the unclean thoughts that had been plaguing his mind from the moment Isabel first walked through his door.

The poor girl. It wasn’t her fault that she’d been sculpted to such divine perfection and she was such a sweet young lady – not at all deserving to have men old enough to be her father drooling over her.

Ever since the first time he’d laid eyes on Ms. Valentina, he’d been plagued with strange dreams – or rather, a nightmare of sorts. Father Casey was certain it was his punishment for falling into the snare of carnal temptation.

It was always the same – he would be standing in a deserted plain, the hot sun bearing down on him and scorching his skin. His mouth would be so dry, it felt as if he’d swallowed fistfuls of the sand that burned beneath his feet.

Then, an elephant would appear, monstrous in size like a beastly Goliath. Its ivory tusks stark white and dangerously sharp.

He could not speak, nor move as the behemoth lowered its head, stomping its feet against the dirt hard enough to make the ground shake beneath him. There was a sense of hopelessness as the beast charged at him, unable to do nothing more than watch as the elephant impaled him on its tusks.

The last thing he would see before waking in a cold sweat was his sanguine blood staining the once unblemished ivory.

He spent each of his mornings praying and repenting for his sins, had even considered turning the girl away to another church. However, he could not bring himself to do so, seeing as she had done nothing wrong.

Father Casey came to a stop, suddenly aware of how thirsty he’d become. Despite the occasional breeze that made its way through the trees, the air was warm and a bit muggy.

He reached into his pocket to retrieve the bottle of water he’d brought along, feeling immediate relief as the liquid wet his tongue. There was still half a mile left until the end of the trail and David was ready to reach it so he could go home and take a cool shower.

He’d managed to work up quite a sweat and could feel his shirt clinging uncomfortably to his skin.

As he caught his breath and took another swig of water, he could hear the muffled footfalls of someone as they approached from behind. He turned just in time to lock eyes with the one person in the world he was not prepared to see.

“Mr. Casey?” That melodic voice called out, her beautiful lips curling up into a warm smile.

“Hello Ms. Valentina.” He responded, anxiously rubbing at the back of his sweat slicked neck.

He forced a smile, trying not to notice the way her breasts bounced as she slowed to a halt just a few feet away from him. She had her dark hair pulled up into a ponytail and her natural beauty absolutely radiated in a way that drove him to internal despair.

“What a surprise to see you here.” She beamed with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm, quickly closing the gap between them.

The girl had maintained a comfortable distance, yet he couldn’t help but be swallowed up by her presence nonetheless. On the breeze, he caught a whiff of her sweet, flowery scent and had to force himself to ignore the small electric tingles that pulsed beneath his skin.

“Likewise.” He returned.

“A pleasant one, I hope.” She replied with a smile that could almost be mistaken as flirtatious.

“Of course.” He lied, still rubbing at the back of his neck – a nervous habit he’d picked up in his youth.

“You must be working hard today, huh?” She teased, motioning toward his damp shirt.

He looked down and managed a light chuckle before meeting her gaze once more.

“Yeah. It’s a little on the warm side today.”

She smiled again and this time, he noticed the way her eyes traveled along his body. It was quick, almost unnoticeable – but since he’d made it a point to keep his focus on her face, he was able to catch it.

The way her tanned cheeks took on a slightly pink hue told him that she knew he’d caught her.

“Well, since we’re almost to the end, how about we finish together?”

There was an unmistakable lilt in her voice and David could feel a slight twitch beneath his shorts. Perhaps he was simply projecting his own shameful desires, but it seemed as if Ms. Valentina was *flirting* with him.

“Uh,” he was rubbing at the back of his neck again, “sure. Why not?” He agreed, simply out of politeness.

He didn’t want to come off as cold. Not to her nor anybody else in his parish or otherwise.

Isabel beamed at that, her brown eyes glistening with excitement. Ready to bring this unexpected encounter to an end as soon as possible, he wasted no time getting back to what he’d come here to do in the first place, though it seemed that clearing his mind was no longer an option.

He was able to keep ahead of her, flooded with relief as the end of the path came into view. Only when they’d reached the parking lot did he slow to a stop.

“You’re fast.” Isabel huffed from behind him, hands on her knees as she bent forward to catch her breath.

“I’ve been running for over thirty years.” He replied.

She looked up to meet his gaze, lips pulled up into a smile that showed off her perfect, white teeth.

“So what, you’ve been running since you were a baby then?” She joked.

He smiled at that.

“I started when I was fifteen.” He stated.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she straightened her posture, not caring to hide it as she looked him over again, much more thoroughly this time.

“There’s no way you’re almost fifty.”

He smiled again, a bit wider this time. For some strange reason, he felt incredibly flattered by her incredulity.

“Forty-eight to be exact.”

She looked him over again, biting her lip this time as their eyes met. There was no denying it now, with the way she stared up at him, that she was unabashedly flirting with him.

“Well, I never would have guessed it. You don’t look a day over thirty-five.”

As much as he wanted to rejoice in her advances, he couldn’t. It would be an affront to everything he stood for and he couldn’t allow everything he’d worked so hard to build be tarnished by a pretty face.

“I appreciate that. Anyway, it was nice to see you Ms. Valentina.” He didn’t want to use her first name, feeling as if it would be too personal. “I’ll see you on Sunday.”

Isabel smiled, her eyes twinkling beneath the sunlight.

“Of course, Mr. Casey. A man like you must be quite busy.”

Again, he anxiously rubbed at the back of his neck, unsure how to take her sudden forwardness. She’d always been so quiet and soft-spoken since he’d met her – today, he was seeing an entirely different side of her.

It did very little to ease his predicament.

“You know, Ms. Valentina, most people just call me Father.”

Her smile widened at that and she bit her lip once more.

“Do they ever call you Daddy?”

For a moment, he was frozen in shock at her words, stunned into absolute silence. He should have been appalled by her statement, perhaps even outright offended that she would pervert his title – yet, he wasn’t.

In fact, he was quite the opposite.

“I don’t think that would be very appropriate.” He managed to choke out, quickly overcome with a sense of urgency to leave before things could progress any further.

“I would also appreciate it if you wouldn’t speak that way to me, Ms. Valentina.” David stated firmly, hoping to regain control of the conversation and himself. “I’m leaving now. I expect to see you at mass this Sunday.”

He pretended to ignore the look of disappointment that flashed across her face, not giving her a chance to respond as he turned around and headed to his car.

The drive home was miserable, his thoughts plagued by Isabel and the interaction they’d just shared.

*Do they ever call you Daddy?*

He cursed himself under his breath as he felt himself hardening in his shorts, her voice echoing in his brain.

*Daddy.*

“Lord, forgive me, for I have sinned.” He pleaded desperately, ashamed of the way his body betrayed him, ashamed of how weak he’d become.

As soon as he got inside of his house, he pulled his clothes off and got into the shower, leaving the water cold as it beat down against him. He rested his head against the tiled wall, tears slipping down his cheeks and mingling with the water as he fought the urge to reach down and pleasure himself.

*Do they ever call you Daddy?*

“Take these wicked thoughts from me, Lord.” He begged, more tears falling as the cool water did little to relieve him.

*Do they ever call you Daddy?*

“Please,” he sobbed, “I fear I do not possess the strength to resist this temptation.”

*Do they ever call you Daddy?*

–

“Todays mass was absolutely lovely, Father Casey. You make God so proud.” Beamed Mrs. Harris, her arthritic fingers clasping his hand in hers.

“I do what I can.” He replied, forcing a weak smile.

“Sometimes that’s all we can do. Perfection was never meant for the flesh.” She replied, gently patting his hand.

Oh how her words resonated with him. More than she would ever know.

“God be with you.” He responded and the old lady gave him a warm smile before trotting off into the dispersing crowd of parishioners.

His eyes searched their faces, seeking out the one face that had been haunting his every waking moment, but to no avail. It appeared that Ms. Valentina had decided not to join mass that day and he felt that it would be best for the both of them if she never returned.

Once the church had emptied, he made his way to his office, shutting himself inside as he tried to distract himself with paperwork. He was suddenly torn back to reality when a knock sounded at his door, followed by Mrs. Long’s voice on the other side.

“Father Casey, there’s someone here to see you.” She announced, the wood muffling her voice.

He let out a sigh before lifting himself to his feet and making his way to the door. When he opened it up, he was more than surprised to see a distressed, crying Isabel standing alongside Mrs. Long.

The woman looked sympathetic of the young lady, her hand resting atop her shoulder in an effort to bring her some comfort.

“Ms. Valentina, is everything alright?” He asked quickly, looking her over for any indication that she’d been hurt.

“May we speak in private, Sir?” Her voice shook a bit as she spoke, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.

He looked to Mrs. Long for a moment, internally debating if it would be wise for the pair to be alone together. However, he would be denying his faithful duties if he turned her away in a time of need, especially if the reason had to do with his own inability to control his shameful perversions.

“Of course.” He said after a moment, taking a step back to allow the girl enough space to enter.

He gave Mrs. Long one last look before closing the door. He turned to see Ms. Valentina already sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk, then made his way back to his seat on the other side.

“What troubles you, Ms. Valentina? And what can I do to help ease your woes?”

“It’s my dad.” She began, biting her lip as she tried to fight back the tears. “We got into this huge fight and he threw me out with nowhere to go.”

David couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for the girl. Surely she didn’t deserve to be tossed out with careless abandon.

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where I’m supposed to go.”

She began to sob, tears streaming down her face in fat drops. It hurt him to see her in so much pain.

“I know that in times of great distress, it’s easy to lose ourselves in the problem whilst remaining blind to the solution. You mustn’t lose faith, Ms. Valentina. Life is a series of trials and tribulations, but there is always a light waiting at the end of the tunnel.”

Silence befell the pair and his words seemed not to bring her any comfort.

“Ms. Long, the one that brought you up here, volunteers at the shelter. She’ll be able to get you a placement until your circumstances change.” He finished.

Isabel shook her head, a bit too vigorously, the tears still streaming from her brown eyes.

“We already talked about that. She said there isn’t any room right now and probably won’t be for some time. I can’t… I can’t sleep on the street until there’s an opening. Who knows how long it’ll be until that happens. It could be days, weeks, even *months*.”

She was sobbing again and he was overcome with a strong urge to go to her and take her into his arms. Father Casey tried to shake the thought from his head, aware of how wildly inappropriate that would have been.

“We have many parishioners that would happily offer you a bed until you’re able to get on your feet. Just give me some time to reach out and find someone who will be able to do so on such short notice.”

“Ms. Long told me that *you* have a spare bedroom at your house and that you may be willing to take me in.”

He felt his pulse quicken, his throat suddenly dry as if it had been stuffed with cotton. The thought of having such a beautiful woman in his house…

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He said truthfully, nervously adjusting the collar of his shirt as he cleared his throat.

“Why not?” She asked, her voice filled with desperation. “I can cook, clean, anything you want. I can give you money – *anything*. Please, I need your help, Mr. Casey.”

The urgency in her voice weakened his resolve, but he knew it would be reckless to put himself into a situation where he could fall into the cold hands of temptation.

“I can’t, Ms. Valentina. You would be much more comfortable elsewhere, I assure you.”

Her bottom lip quivered and she sank her face into the palms of her hands, shoulders quaking as she cried. The guilt David felt in that moment was immense and he knew he wasn’t being fair in his judgement.

Yes, she had made some advancements toward him but she was a young woman, still discovering her sexuality and he was an attractive older man. It was bound to happen from time to time.

He just needed to be stronger and more steadfast.

“Okay.” He said after a moment, feeling defeated. “I will let you stay under the condition that you save your money and clean up after yourself.”

Isabel looked up at him, doe eyes wide and glossy from crying. Her full lips pulled up into a wide smile and she seemed almost giddy at the prospect of sharing his home.

“Yes, yes.” She breathed. “Of course. You have my word.”

–

Weeks passed and David found himself spending less and less time at home.

With Isabel there, he found himself constantly distracted by her presence. He’d even caught himself staring at her when he shouldn’t have been, fantasizing about her in ways that made him feel unclean.

And it seemed to him that Isabel was only perpetuating these thoughts, always wearing clothes around the house that showed much more skin than was appropriate. Shirts that revealed a little too much cleavage and pants that really accentuated her plump derriere and thick thighs.

Not to mention that the dreams were getting worse. Every night he was forced to watch himself be impaled over and over again on the elephant’s tusks.

His dreams were stained red with his own blood and he could feel himself slowly slipping into the throes of insanity. More than once, he’d considered finding somewhere else for the girl to go, but he could never bring himself to do it.

Against his better judgement.

Then, one night, things escalated far beyond David’s control, sending him spiraling further and further down into the darkness that threatened to overtake him.

He sat in his study, sipping on a glass of brandy, unable to sleep despite his exhaustion. Lost in the pages of a book, he was suddenly interrupted by a light rapping at his door.

He glanced at the clock, seeing that it was quite late and found himself wondering why Isabel would be awake at such an hour.

“Come in.” He called out, sitting the book down on the small round end table, along with his liquor.

The door creaked open and Isabel stepped inside, wrapped in a floor length robe. Her long ebon waves cascaded over her shoulders and her lips were painted scarlet red.

She pushed the door shut behind her and stood motionless, staring back at him as if waiting for him to invite her further into the room.

“What can I do for you, Ms. Valentina?”

She smiled, flashing her teeth before she took a step forward, fingers grabbing at the sash on her robe.

“Nothing more than you’ve already done for me, Mr. Casey. The question is, what can I do for you?” Her voice was low and airy.

David shifted nervously in his seat, the air between them suddenly alive and buzzing with electricity. He swallowed against a dry throat, eyes locked on her hands as her fingers slowly worked the sash open just a fraction.

“Please… call me Father.” His voice waivered a bit as he spoke.

Her smiled widened a bit, eyes flashing with something that made his penis twitch with forbidden desire. She pinched her lip between her teeth, pulling the sash open a little more, revealing the olivey skin of her naked torso beneath.

“Okay, *Daddy*. Anything for you.” She sang coquettishly.

Hearing those words again made his pulse quicken and his cock stand at attention. Her eyes moved down to the growing bulge in his pants, her soft pink tongue running along her lips just before she pulled the robe all the way open and dropped it to the floor.

She was completely bare, save for a pair of red thigh-high stockings and candy red heels adorning her feet. David’s fantasies paled in comparison to what was in front of him and he found himself wordless and breathless all in the same.

Her breasts were large and round, tipped with succulent brown nipples and surrounded by areolas the size of half dollar coins. She was shaped like an hourglass, wide hips that led down to two lusciously thick thighs and her mound sported a well trimmed patch of dark hair just above her slit.

Isabel Valentina was the embodiment of perfection.

“Do you like what you see, Daddy?” She asked, sauntering toward him.

David couldn’t speak, so he nodded instead, no longer strong enough to fight his urges. Not when she was standing before him, naked as the day she was born.

Once she’d made it to him, she leaned down and brought her lips to his, her fingers finding their way into his curls as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. She tasted sweet, like cherries, and her tongue felt like velvet against his.

When she pulled away, she took his hand and guided it to her chest, placing it over one of her breasts. David drew in a shaky breath as her erect nipple pressed into his palm, her skin so warm and inviting.

He began to massage her, kneading the fatty tissue between his fingers before tracing circles around her nipple, kissing the taught bud with the pad of his thumb.

Isabel bit her lip as he fondled her, letting out a light moan to tell him how much she was enjoying his touch. David brought his free hand to her other breast, his fingers lightly trailing her skin before gently pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Isabel then grabbed hold of one of his hands, taking it from her breast to place it against her cheek. Her skin was so soft and delicate, so deliciously enthralling.

He wanted to feel more of her. To taste her.

She grabbed hold of his pointer finger, bringing it to her lips before flicking her tongue over it, wrapping the velvety appendage around his digit as she sucked it into her mouth.

The heat of her mouth sent him over the edge and it felt as if he’d tear right through his pants he was so hard.

Isabel released his finger with a loud ‘pop’, some of her red lipstick staining his skin. She smiled down at him before slowly lowering herself to her knees, eyes locked on his as she unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zipper of his pants.

She began to tug them down and he had a sudden moment of clarity, that little voice in his brain that told him he shouldn’t be doing this. It would destroy everything he’d ever worked for.

Just as she’d gotten them down far enough for his erect penis to spring out, he knew that this had to stop before he truly passed the point of no return.

“Wait,” he said, placing a hand on Isabel’s shoulder to stop her. “We shouldn’t do this. This has already gone too far.”

She stared up at him with those Bambi eyes, the corner of her red mouth turning up into a sultry grin.

“Are you sure you want to stop, *Daddy*? Don’t you want to feel my tongue wrapped around your fat cock?”

*Shit.* He thought to himself, unable to contain the way his phallus twitched at the filth that came out of her beautiful mouth.

“I… I can’t. We shouldn’t be doing this, Isabel.” His words came out rushed and a bit shaky.

She smiled wider at the sound of her name, reaching out to brush his member with the tips of her fingers.

He let out a soft groan at the sensation, shifting in his seat as fire burned in his loins. Isabel bit her lip as she stared up at him, wrapping her fingers around his shaft as she slowly began to pump her hand up and down his length.

“N-No.” He stuttered, eyes sealing shut as pleasure coursed through him in ways he hadn’t felt in years. “You got… you got to…”

“I’ve got to what, Daddy?” She feigned innocence, still working her hand on his rigid member.

“You got to stop.” He managed to choke out as she steadily increased her speed, his eyes peeling open to meet her gaze.

“Is that really what you want?” She asked, bringing her face closer to his tip, so close that he could feel her breath on him.

When he failed to answer, she laughed, eyes still locked with his.

“That’s what I thought.”

And then she took him into her mouth, soft tongue twirling around his head before she sank further down his length, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. This time he moaned loudly, eyes closing again as he lost himself in the ecstasy of it all.

Her mouth felt absolutely divine and she sucked him like her life depended on it.

All too quickly, he felt himself building up to an orgasm and he told her that he was about to cum, but she kept sucking him until he exploded down her throat. His body twitched with each rope of semen that spewed out of him, his mind lost in a euphoric high as he poured his very essence into Isabel’s stomach.

When he’d emptied himself, she took him from her mouth, licking the wetness from her lips with a smile on her face. Her lipstick was badly smeared and he realized that most of it had painted his dick, which only seemed to add fuel to the fire still raging inside of him.

“Did you enjoy my mouth, Daddy?” Isabel asked, wiping some leftover dribble from her chin with the back of her hand.

Without waiting for an answer, she rose to her feet and then straddled his lap, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers entwined themselves in her silken hair, his other hand reaching around to squeeze her ample backside.

Their kiss became fevered, their tongues dancing wildly in their mouths as Isabel ground her wet slit against his prick. To his surprise, he was growing hard again and Isabel began to grind with a little more determination as she felt him stiffen against her lips.

“Does Daddy want my pussy?” She groaned into his mouth and he responded with an eager nod.

Her hand reached down between them to grab hold of him, pointing it up before slowly lowering herself onto him. It didn’t slip in as easily as he’d thought, her walls squeezing tightly around him as she steadily worked herself up and down until he’d bottomed out inside of her.

Once she’d adjusted around him, they continued to kiss as she rolled her hips, her warmth enveloping him and driving him into madness. He pulled away from her mouth to pepper kisses along her jaw and down her neck, sucking and biting at her skin as one hand fondled her breast and the other firmly gripped her posterior.

Isabel was beginning to moan loudly, grinding her hips with a bit more vigor as she teetered on the edge of release.

“Te sientes muy bien.” She groaned into his ear.

David bit down harder when her walls clamped tightly around him, her insides convulsing before she gushed all over him, a pleasured scream tearing out of her throat as she coated him with her sweet nectar.

Once she’d regained her composure, she began to bounce up and down, her wetness squelching each time she came down on him. After a few more minutes, he felt himself about to burst again and he warned her just in time for her to hop off of his lap and put him back in her mouth.

He unloaded for the second time down her throat, this time much less than before.

When it was all said and done, he sat there, trying to catch his breath and collect his thoughts as the Spanish beauty clambered onto his lap once more and pulled him into another passionate kiss, the tang of her own wetness on her tongue.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She whispered against his lips, running her fingers through his curls.

“We should do this again real soon.”

And with that, she climbed off of him, scooped her robe up off the floor and left him alone to stew in his shame.

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