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it’s been five slutty slutty years since you went to church. you got elected (whatever the fuck kind of name is) as a priest for so long and finally found peace in your heart with God.
The dim lights in the church lightened up the mood. You were already starting to close up when you smelled something…. something…
Odd.
It felt… weird? But soon it started to overcome your body. It left your mind in a haze.
“Father y/n!”
One of the clergymen called after you. It was the short one, the bald bitch.
“Ahh Sampson. What’s the problem?”
The bald man sputtered on his words before finally starting to think on them.
“Father Pucci isn’t in today so can you please take over the confessions? Just wait in the booth.”
You thought about it for a second. You really had nothing better to do at home so why couldn’t you take over?
“That’s fine. I’ll head over there now…”
The smell was still lingering in the air.
“Say Sampson? Y’all smell that?”
It smelled like rancid mcdonalds. Well not mcdonalds, just…
Mold?
“No y/n… I don’t smell that. Are you okay-“
“Fine. I’m fine.”
That smell was doing something to you. Made some parts of your body hot.
“I’ll take over the confession booth. You can go home now, Sampson.”
You brushed past the baldinator as quickly as you can, just needing to get away from his presence. He always put up a sick feeling in your gut.
The confession booth was small… well small for you. Any other person coming in would’ve been fine sitting there but-
The smell got stronger.
Now you can pinpoint it. It resembled toast being left out for a few weeks by the heater, which happened a few times in your life. You also left out fruit to mold, and pasta and-
You got a kick from decaying things, don’t you.
Just thinking abt green moss overtaking the fruit of something, leaving that smell and watching bugs start to colonize it started to stir something in your groin. You got all the excited thinking about decaying food after seeing them, it made you sick. But that also made you hard-
The door opened to the confession booth.
And oh lord did the stench get rancid. Looks like the source came from here.
You felt your heart skip a beat watching whoever came in start to hum, a deep gravelly voice startling you. It resembled a bass guitar, strumming lowly.
“Dear Father, I have sinned.”
Oh.
You gripped the hems of your priest robe, biting your bottom lip as the man started speaking. God, it sounded so good.
And that smell was starting to do things to your head.
“How have you sinned, my child?”
It took all of god to keep your voice level.
“Well I’ve been thinking, it’s been a while since I’ve had a good time. Not many people get excited with the way I enjoy things, much less normal people… do you want me to tell you what I think about by myself…?”
Your throat completely dried out.
Was this a prank?
“My son, what do you mean-“
That voice startled you when it started to hiss.
“I think about sliding my blade cleanly on skin, listening to the sound of the person’s voice while I cut them up. I also love hearing the sound of blood spurting from a wound, the sound of it hitting the floor does things to me.”
And what he was saying was doing things to you too. By the time he was finished, there was a tent in your priest robes.
H-How did I get excited from this?
“You’re awfully quiet for being a priest.”
With everything, you just couldn’t find your voice. You just wanted to see his face, whoever was behind this mess and kiss them. You just longed for the source of his voice, just wanted to drink from their fountain. Your body was overtaken by whatever haze this stench put in your mind.
Your face was so red and embarrassed. If anybody opened the doors they’d see you all hot and bothered.
“Y-Yes, i think I’m coming down with something.”
You popped your pants open and lifted up your robes so they wouldn’t get stained with your essence.
This was ridiculous. If God could smite you down from heaven he could right now. You couldn’t do this, not in his house.
“Oh, really? You don’t judge me for cutting people up and getting all excited by that? Or… are you getting hard from this?”
It was too late. If anybody came in, you’re done for.
“N-No I’m not-“
“You’re the worst priest I’ve ever seen. You really think you’ll get in heaven with that attitude? With those thoughts? You’ll get sent to hell, with me.”
Whoever that was, he’s breathing in the mesh. You hear nails, raking along the metal and threatening to tear it open.
You’re jacking off furiously now in the booth, covering your moans with your hand. Whatever his voice was doing to you, it drove you insane.
“You’re awful. You’re worse than the people I kill for fun on a Wednesday. You’re the leftover blood on the carpet that hasn’t been washed out yet. Do you know what I do to people like you?”
Oh please.
Whatever else he’s saying it’s turning you on. It’s making this even worse. It’s killing-
“I make sure that I get them to cum first. I make sure I wear them out by getting them to keep cumming over and over again until there’s nothing left and then I kill them. Maybe decorate their chest with it.”
And with that, you came.
You let out the tiniest whimper, bucking your hips up in your fist so you fucked your hand. Shivers ran across your skin, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Oh? You came already?”
That voice purred to you, turning on all the switches in your head.
“Y-Yes…”
You rested your head on the mesh. You really couldn’t care less if that person left. It turns out they won’t leave just yet, considering they’re over there, laughing.
“I can’t believe you came to that! If it weren’t for my pet, I’d make you a new one.”