“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore, honor God with your bodies.”
“Have confidence in your leaders and submit to their authority, because they keep watch over you as those who must give an account. Do this so that their work will be a joy, not a burden, for that would be of no benefit to you.”
The Lord has commanded me to look after my flock, to guard and guide their souls so that they may one day partake in the joys of eternal salvation. It is too big a burden for some to bear, but through the strength of our Savior I’m able to carry out my duty, no matter how challenging at times. For it is God’s will that I carry their burden and help them cleanse their hearts. All these years I’ve been committed to serving my congregation with humility and compassion, being a source of comfort and understanding, a safe place for those who feel lost. I encourage my children to be honest about their struggles, to not judge lest they be judged, to forgive how they want to be forgiven. I welcome them all with open arms, filled with gratitude for the trust they have placed in me.
Sunday Mass is one of the most valuable and rewarding ways in which I serve and guide my congregation. It’s not just a religious duty, but a time for deep spiritual connection with God and with one another. It is a great responsibility, but one that brings me peace and joy. I start my ritual submerged in prayer, begging for His wisdom and love so that I may better serve my children. I follow by vesting for Mass, the sacred process of dressing my body in fabrics that symbolize holiness and authority.
Every requirement must be met, not by my standards, but by God’s. I take great pride in my preparations, ensuring that our sanctuary is a worthy place of worship and repentance. All those who step in will be enveloped in an atmosphere of reverence and tranquility. The comforting scents of burning incense thicken the air. The ornate altars and towering crucifixes adorn the space, their intricate carvings reflecting the flickering light of the candles. The morning sun filtering through the stained-glass windows is a sight to behold. The vibrant reds and deep blues dance across the walls and floors, birthing life and wonder in the presence of the divine.
Even as the congregation starts to file in, the stillness of the church is preserved, the soft murmur of prayers and hymns rising and falling in gentle waves throughout the room. The rows of pews begin to fill up behind me, but I’m lost in prayer as I complete the last of my tasks, putting myself in His hands for what’s to come.
“Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy.”
“Amen,” the congregation responded, their voices vibrating across the hall. And once again their expectant silence. I stood at the altar looking down at my children, the faithfulness and hope in their eyes.
“Our Lord is rejoicing to have His flock gather in worship and prayer, and so am I. My heart bursts with euphoria at the sight of my beautiful congregation. For you are all my children, and His, and I love you as He, too, loves us. But we’re here today because one of our own needs help finding the path back to our God’s love. I know our hearts break for our sweet Eden. Worried, Sister Eva approached me, concerned that her daughter had strayed from the righteous path.” The murmurs rose again, prayers and blessings coursing among all of us.
I signaled for them to come forth, Eden and her mother appearing from behind me. Eden’s steps were tentative, her head bowed in shame. Her mother offered comfort and support, encouraging her to move forward. They both wore white silk robes, but Eden’s was stained in red to signify her impurity. By God’s will, through his servant as a vessel, we would cleanse this child and make her whole again.
“Come, Eden. There is no shame here. He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her, said the Lord.” I embraced her, and her body relaxed in my arms. I guided her head, urging her to look at her brothers and sisters, to see that we were all here for her.
“There is no judgment here for you,” I said to her, “only love and forgiveness.” I let her go back to her mother, who had her kneel at her spot on a white blanket laid out at the edge of the stage to my right. She bowed her head in prayer, readying herself for the cleansing that would soon commence. Her rosary was clasped tightly around her hands, her face reflecting her desire and devotion to please her God. Her lips moved as she silently prayed, but we could all feel her words in our hearts.
“Your sister has been tempted and tricked by the enemy, as it has happened to us all on occasion. We know what is expected of us in regards to selfishness, how we should love others above ourselves, but that doesn’t mean the journey is easy. Eden sought her own pleasure, exploring between her legs what God has commanded isn’t hers to touch alone. And she liked it, I know she did. But how couldn’t she? The thundering explosion of an orgasm invading her virgin body, taking away all rational thought. God understands, and He is quick to forgive if only we bare ourselves before Him.”
I walked towards Eden, instructing Sister Eva to find a seat at a pew and join the congregation in silent prayer. I knelt beside her, and before God it was just us now. The world was silent around us, nothing but our breaths mingling in the air. I held her hands in mine as I prayed only for us to hear.
“Dear heavenly Father. I come to you as your vessel, giving thanks and praise for your countless blessings. Let them fall upon us once more as I partake in your humble servant. Let us feel your love through each other’s bodies. Fill us with your presence, and guide me to purify her as I fill her up with your seed. May she be overwhelmed in your perfect pleasure, cleansed by the dominant masculinity you’ve endowed me with, and may our bodies serve as a picture of your will. In the name of your son Jesus Christ. Amen.”
“Come with me, Eden.” I helped her off her knees, presenting her once more to the congregation. As I took off her robe, my heart raced with anticipation, my fingers trembling with desire. The soft fabric slipped off her shoulders, revealing her delicate, supple skin, her pure, naked body. I drank in the sight of her, the heat between us growing with every passing second. She stood vulnerable before me as her innocent eyes bored into mine. I took her hand to guide her, making her kneel between my legs as I took a seat on the cathedra. Her doe eyes looked up at me, expectant and ready to please. There was shame still darkening her face, so I caressed her cheek in assurance, offering a gentle smile to let her know everything would be okay.
I undid my belt, exhibiting my raging manhood before her. Though taken aback, she remained steadfast and focused on her duty, refusing to let her shock become a distraction. She grabbed a hold of me, squeezing her grip around my cock, slowly stroking up and down. Her eyes never left mine as she looked deep in them for signs of pleasure and approval. She started using her mouth then, kissing and licking at my tip, attentive to my reactions. With long, slow licks, her tongue moved from top to bottom, savoring, exploring, swirling around the head, tasting my precum. She left kisses down my shaft, and I could feel her little moans vibrating against me. I guided her head down gently, encouraging her to take me in her mouth. I groaned as I felt the warmth and wetness welcoming me in. Her head bobbed up and down as she eagerly worked for her penance, like she could suck salvation out of my swollen balls. Her maidenhead was God’s for the taking, and through my body He would take what was owed.
I wrapped my hands around her neck and forced myself deep in her mouth. I went in deeper, pushing past her throat’s resistance, making her take my entire length. Her gags and chokes made my cock throb, and I held her there until she was nearly out of breath. I felt her clenching around me, struggling for air, but still willing to serve. I eased myself out, allowing her some time to adjust again, but it didn’t take long for her to do it all on her own. With a newfound eagerness she kept deepthroating me, licking my balls and the base of my cock while I was deep inside her. My grunts echoed all over the sanctuary, primal growls of unadulterated pleasure. Her mouth was a wet and sloppy mess around my cock, and I could feel my composure slipping away.
I pulled her mouth off of me, spit and precum coating her precious lips. I brought my lips to hers to savor the taste of forgiveness lingering on her saliva. Our tongues danced against each other, hungry and desperate as she held unto me. Her moans were intoxicating, awakening the sinner within as I growled against her lips. I wanted to devour her, to consume her whole until there was no part of her left. I broke away and she stood, knees touching in an innocent posture that doesn’t match the lust in her eyes.
I reached and brushed my fingertips along her smooth thighs, stalking up between her legs to feel what God would soon reclaim. I couldn’t help but let my carnal desires slip out. My fingers rubbed against her wetness, teasing her swollen clit, feeling her body react to my touch.
“Is this how you touched yourself? Is this how you selfishly took pleasure away from our heavenly Father?” She nodded, ashamed, but it didn’t stop her from grinding against my hand, her body looking to sin again.
I pulled her onto my lap and the sudden moist warmth of her cunt against my shaft was almost enough to make me spill my seed. But I had to resist. I traced her lips with my fingers and invited her to taste herself, to lick off the fruit of her sin. I held her with a gentle hand. I guided her to grind her craving pussy on me. Her whimpers made me throb, her intensity threatened to push me over the edge, but I didn’t want to be done with her.
She was needy and desperate, and I didn’t want to deprive myself any longer. I started to press into her virgin hole, battling the urge to impale her on my cock and wreck her insides. Slowly I buried myself deeper inside her, stretching her to limits she had never experienced before. Pain and pleasure surged through her body, rapid waves of shock and ecstasy flashing through her big eyes until the full length of my cock was nestled inside her. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around me was more than enough to make me lose control, and she wasn’t immune to the spell either.
She rocked her hips, her entire being high on pleasure as she grinded against me with increasing fervor. Her sweet moans turned to hungry cries, feeding the beast inside me waiting to be released. I hugged her against me as I thrusted deep into her stretched hole, hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back in her head. Her nails dug into the back of my neck, the pain only serving to heighten my lust. I knew she was close to her climax. Her pussy tightened around my cock, working to drag mine out as well.
“Please, Father… please.” The words barely escaped between her guttural whimpers. My little lamb was needy for her orgasm, for my seed, and she was almost there.
“Please fill my pussy with your cum, Father.” The last word trembles as her tiny body is overwhelmed by a voracious orgasm. Feeling her spasm around me is more than I can resist. I hold her jerking body as my own climax erupts deep inside her, jolts of electricity penetrating my body. My seed fills her to the brim, squirting out and dripping down my balls, making a little puddle on the cathedra. Her eyes meet mine, and they’re growing dull and brain dead. We’re utterly fuck-drunk, lost in the enchantment of our shared climax. The wash of golden light filtering through the windows, the intense warmth of lust between us, the hungry passion; could there really be a better heaven?
Disclaimer: my writing is not meant to be 100% realistic. It is all based on a mixture of fantasies and experiences that are exclusive to me. These might be shared by others, but ultimately I cater to my personal tastes. All scenes are roleplay fantasies that would only occur under explicit consent from two or more legal, adult parties. Please do not interact if you are under the age of 18.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12a32vt/sunday_mass_f19m45
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