Some more Pucci crumbs to feed the mice. Enjoy if you can <3
Saints an' Sinners
Notes: NSFW, fem!reader, a little messy and rushed tbh, creepy priest is the best priest ofc
You could feel his stern gaze on your body every sermon. Father Pucci was beautiful, but he'd need to work on his snooping skills.
You chose to ignore him. Every morning you would shake the hands of other church goers, pray in silence with the church. As time went on it became more noticeable. He'd stare at you longer during service, he'd try to speak with you, but others would always pull you away before Pucci spoke a word. You always believed it was because he hated your guts, for some reason. But little did you know that these longing stares were of a growing infatuation. Pucci was growing more envious for your attention. These thorns pierced his heart and have grown into his throat to keep him from talking to you. Watching you made him feel something new. He didn't know where these emotions were coming from. There was a burning feeling in his core, something twisted and dark, but he didn't ignore it. And over time he let these feelings control him.
Once again Enrico grew distant from you, watching from afar. Over time you had completely forgot about his bizarre actions.
It was another morning, another service from Father Pucci. Your family stood, immediately being bombarded with friends and friendly strangers. You watched them laugh, and grew bored listening to their babble before sneaking away. Nobody followed or even seemed to notice your missing presence as you went to venture the empty halls.
Footsteps echoed against the stone pillars and vacant walls, little light filtered through the heavy drapes and from the little beams you could see tiny dust particles drifting in the still air. The church organ signaling the final sermon was far away, too far to be heard now.
Unseen things darted past the peripheral of your eyes. Any time you twisted to catch them in time did nothing, and they remained invisible. Ghostly hands drifted across your body like cobwebs, sending involuntary shivers through your body, but you never did see anything to prove the paranormal phenomena. This was starting to feel like a bad idea.
Then those hands, visible now, glowing a menacing purple in the almost non-existent light with black leather gloves wrapping around your belly and mouth silencing you from screaming in surprise. They pulled you off your feet into some warm body, fleeing the scene deeper in the darker halls until no light could touch you. Your world was surrounded in heavy breaths and warm hands and the smell of expensive cologne (not too heavy to burn your nostrils, just enough to have you guessing what the exact smell was). There was no way to see who had abducted you now, everything was dark as the larger body continued to shuffle uncomfortably behind you.
Lips trailed to your ear, soft like velvet, his breath was hot and sent another silent shiver down your core. He took in your scent, quietly moaning against your hair, hips gently rocking against your ass.
"Oh, my dear, how your body has tempted me."
You recognized that voice. It was Father Pucci. You wanted to be disgusted with the shaking hand making its way under your dress but you couldn't. Enrico was everything, and feeling such a devoted man of God obsess over your body as if you were something given to him straight from above was so fucking hot.
A squeaked fought against his heavy hand as his other pushed into your panties. His inexperienced fingers dipped between the folds of your core, experimenting with your most sensitive parts with cold and thick fingers. Enrico took your whimpers as a sign to continue, he found your clit, gently massaging you in perfect circles. Your thighs twitched, practically humping the hand between them only spurring him further. As you rocked, he did the same against your plush ass. You could feel the growing hardness of his member pushing back.
"Surely you are a gift from God, I'll enjoy you to the fullest. And make sure no one will steal you away." He punctuated with a lite nip at your neck, enticing a moan from your throat.
This was wrong. Super wrong. But fuck was it exciting. What was the punishment for seducing a priest? Was it going sraight to hell? Oh well, better live life to the fullest while we still have it, right? Was that still acceptable if it's talking about fucking a religious figure? It didn't matter anyway because Pucci was already pushing up the skirt of your dress to take off your panties. He left them down at your ankles and bent you over something you couldn't distinguish. Probably a a cabinet or something. His hands felt over the curved of your rear, softly squeezing your flesh. One dropped from your cheek to slap your ass abruptly, getting a yelp out of you.
"So sweet... Even if it means breaking my oath to God, I couldn't pass on such a delicious piece of Heaven."
You didn't know when, but his robes were already parted to release his cock. It wasn't longer than his four fingers, but fuck he had girth. He'd tear you apart if he wasn't careful. Pucci did have some sense of mind, as he parted your legs to gently ease his member inside of you. The reaction was immediate. His head tilted back in bliss once your walls squeezed comfortably around his aching dick, a full body shudder rocking his spine. He almost possessively held you close, sandwiching you between his hot body and the cold table as he picked up his thrusts. Deep, they wracked your entire body. Pucci whimpered helplessly into your neck, overstimulated already. As for you, so deep in the throes of pleasure, drool dropping from your gasping mouth. You couldn't think of a single thing except for this enchanting man using your body.
His hand around your shoulders went down again to play with your clit with harsh rubs. The added pressure sent your orgasm down hill and you quickly came on his member. Your walls constricting his dick sent him over and he too came making a mess on your legs and the floor. Tiny whines of "too much" left his lips as he buried his face closer into your sweaty neck still hugging you close. His hips still moved against you, shallower than before while he continued to pump out measly squirts of cum.
You collapsed back on to the table, chest puffing with every breath, as did his. With only the sound of your breathing the pitch black room was quiet again. With your wonderful high coming to an end, the thought of the conscience of having sex with a priest came back to mind. Oh shit, how were you gonna get out of this one?
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