dog-motif-priest

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Who wants 2 pretend they're a big scary dog or somethin and r4pe meee

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This guy's a freak...

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haha what if i tied you to a makeshift autopsy table and sat infront of you and hooked your thighs over mine and then dragged a gut hook across your belly to spill your guts into both our laps and we made out about it reveling in the blood. and we're both t4t. what if.

#[hymnal]

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gonna take advantage of a priest and rape him and turn him into a doll for me to use whenever i want until he doesn't recognize his own body, all pierced up with new holes for me to use, tongue pierced for me to fuck and feel the shiny cold metal on my cock. just a cute dumb priest to mold into the perfect rape slut

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Priest with a rape kink you can fuck whenever you want like a toy

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what about a transdimensional monster that can scent arousal. you have a good hiding spot—you climbed into an air vent, so you can see it moving around below you and it doesn't know you're there—but the problem is that you can also see its extra pair of arms and its long, nimble fingers and its backwards-jointed legs and big, bulbous cock. and as much as you don't want it to catch you, it's hard not to be a little curious about what that would feel like pushing into you, every ridge and swell catching at you, its strong fingers holding firmly onto your hips to make sure you can't get away.........

as you start to fantasize, you hear a rattle behind you as it pushes up the vent cover and takes hold of your ankle. it pulls you out of the vent with startling ease and grace and pins you against the floor with its upper pair of arms, using the lower pair to strip your clothes from you in tatters. then it lowers its split mandibles delicately between your legs and its long, dexterous tongue flickers out to taste. you're wet—of course you are, you have been this entire time; it must have been toying with you, and that thought makes you even wetter—and its tongue sinks deeper and deeper without any resistance until it's nudging at the entrance to your womb.

its tip is slender enough that it dips into the opening with every pass, and you realize that it's working you open, pushing its way further and further every time until it slides right through with shocking ease. you barely feel a twinge as it keeps right on going, stretching your cervix wider and wider as it goes. it explores every inch of your womb, sliding into the slender passage that leads to one of your ovaries and stimulating it with a flicker, then withdrawing and doing the same to the other. you feel a sudden warmth, a series of faint popping sensations, and realize that you're ovulating.

then it withdraws its tongue and rears back above you, using its second pair of arms to spread your legs wide. you know what's coming: the round, blunt tip of its cock nudges at your opening for only a moment before it pops through, sinking inside of you. but that's just the head. its cock has a series of bulges and ridges, and each one stretches you wider before it pushes into you, each time with an audible pop that makes you even wetter. by the time it's fully seated inside of you, its head is buried deep in your womb and you're stretched wide around its base—then it starts to come.

you feel pulse after pulse of hot liquid inside of you, filling your womb and swelling your stomach into a slight dome—then the monster's cock starts to swell at the base, tying you to it, making sure not even a single drop of its thick cum can escape. its cock is still twitching, pumping you full until your belly is round and swollen and sloshing with its seed, when you remember all the eggs it made you release—no doubt bathed in its cum at this very instant, already fertilized and starting to grow and divide—and that's what finally makes you come: the thought that you already have a belly full of its young, even though not an hour ago you were trying your hardest not to get wet thinking about this very eventuality. as it stands and begins to tear a hole in the fabric of reality, returning to its home dimension with you still stuck on its cock, womb already stuffed with its monstrous brood, you realize that you won't be thinking about anything else for a long time. it's found the perfect mate, a wet and willing hole to take its cock and bear its young, and it's not planning on letting you go any time soon.

#*windows error noises*

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"you're so fucked up for liking this" as they pin you down and force themselves inside

[dog-motif-priest]

nvm i figured it out lmao

none of my posts are showing up in the tags?? :'(

#[hymnal]

[dog-motif-priest]

Oughh i need to be a newly ordained rapebait priest who has all the older priests drooling over him and begging the bishop to assign me to their parish for "training"

#[hymnal] #r@pe k!nk #priest kink

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A casual dinner with wine at the rectory that turns into the local parish priest whining as he's bent over the couch cause Oops! Someone spiked his drink with way stronger alcohol and now he's all dizzy and floaty and can't hide his moans and whimpers <3

I really do get so horny everytime i get drunk asdfghjkl 🫣

[dog-motif-priest]

A priest who fantasizes about being kidnapped and sacrificed by cultists. Being laid back across a stone altar by several pairs of hands, feeling someone settle between his legs and pin him down completely. A sharp ceremonial dagger pops the buttons on his cassock and trails up his chest and neck. The person between his legs tells him that if he can hold back from cumming while he's being fucked maybe they'll keep him as a pet instead of driving that knife between his ribs.

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Im kinda into the idea of pretending to be a super strict tradcath priest and have a pretty sinner pin me down and fuck the bad attitude out of me.

I start out angry and defiant, how dare they try to touch me like that, how wicked and sinful do you have to be to lust after priests? My chastising doesn't seem to phase them, they aren't stopping their advance until I'm backed up against the altar.

They got the drop on me and cuffed me and I'm trapped with no way to stop them from putting their hands up my cassock, and I can't stop them from finding the place between my legs where my body is reacting to their touch against my will. I'm demanding they stop this at once, for the sake of their soul to repent, but now there’s a tremble in my voice and they grin at me like a shark that smells blood in the water.

Maybe they call me the sinful one, I was just so tempting they had to touch me, I'm the pretty priest that inspired lust in them. And look how I'm reacting to it, hard already and failing to keep still and bucking into their touch.

It'll end with me bent over the altar, pressed into it with a hand on my back. My pants are long gone and my cassock hiked up so they can fuck me mercilessly, each sinfully good thrust making tears fall from my eyes as I beg God to forgive me for how good it feels to be sodomized.

Maybe afterwards they should deliver the Lord's punishment themselves, and flog me, still tied to the altar with cum dripping down my thighs, while I admit that I'm a whore and beg for mercy.

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I should be pinning a priest down and sodomizing him against his will, raping his hole until it's gaped open. forcing every possible orgasm out of him from only anal until he passes out. making him bleed . and then making him say "thank you" or apologizing for having enjoyed it so much he came multiple times.

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Happy Pride to all the puppyboys and puppygirls out there :)

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Just need francis being molested by a big older priest, pressed against the man's back while hands rover over francis' stomach, thighs, cock and stroke him until he's a whimpering mess the older priest always taking francis aside to make him bend over anywhere he wants eventually making the other priests and students take turns on the new seminary slut

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can't believe one of father mulcahy's traits is only feeling good when he's useful like how am i NOT supposed to jump to camp cumdump