Father Basil knew better than to enter the door to Hell that haunted his village, but when it becomes clear that it's the only way to find his lost friend Sage, then the priest is forced to do the unthinkable.
But instead of arriving in the lands of brimstone and torment he expected, Father Basil finds himself in the Gardens of Malum, a lush flowery estate where demons indulge in their lechery and hedonism. He is soon hunted by strange bloodthirsty demons and, much more to his horror, tempted by the the shadowy smug demon Dandelion, whose desires for Father Basil extend farther than the priest's soul.
This is Part One of The Temptations of Father Basil, an episodic short story series following Father Basil's search for his lost friend, his explorations of the lands of Hell, and his developing relationship with the strange demon Dandelion.
These stories are sexual in nature and should only be read by mature audiences. You can find more detailed contents on the shop page
17k words, 14 illustrations. Comes in PDF and EPUB formats.
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I love being a soft dom. Like yes, I'll cover him in bruises and bite marks and fuck him til he cries, but I'll also make sure to tell him how cute he looks and how much I love him while I do it.
hey. sorry for calling you "my subject" at your family dinner. i'm not sure if i meant it in a princess way or a scientist way but either way it was definitely a sex thing for me
Want to be laid down and worshipped. Want kisses trailed all over my skin, praise whispered against my lips. Want them to take their time with me, making me melt and fall apart beneath them
It’s me again, I need to share one more thought that’s stuck with me.
ALSO. I need a priest on his knees before me, hands on my hips looking up at me with a weight in his eyes like I’m something holy. I need to feel him mutter prayers against my skin, prayers of forgiveness that maybe come to bleed into prayers of worship, spoken in the breath amidst each kiss he presses to my skin. I need to feel his breath across my inner thighs as he pauses, I need to feel the way his hold grows a little firmer as I can almost feel another prayer on the tip of his tongue tantalizingly close to where I want him. I need him to barely bite back the heady gasp that leaves him before he presses a kiss to my sex and takes me in his mouth.
I need a priest to eat me out with a devotion that reads as worship in every regard.
OUGGGGH THATS THE GOOD SHIT
thinking about having my body worshipped by by a priest, cooing in my ear as he fucks me, telling me how divine I am, how god must truly have made me in his image because he’s never seen anything as holy and godlike as me before
"i've got you" "you're okay" "it's okay i'm here" during sex,,, aahaahaa aheheeeeheee
need to suck him off until he’s whimpering and seeing stars if i’m being perfectly honest
L | 26 | They/ThemOccasional writer, avid piner.[often suggestive leaning/NSFW centric | MINORS DNI]
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