Confess With Your Body (Priest William Afton) (F/M) (X Reader) (18+)

Confess With Your Body

The rays of the sun gently caressed your uncovered body, as you lazed beneath one of the many trees. Everything felt right, and peaceful. All of your problems seemed to melt away as the seconds passed, you began to wonder if they'd ever even existed. "Trying to fool yourssself, I sssee." Whispered a familiar voice that shook you to your core. You sat up at attention and looked around. "Wh..what are you talking about?" There was a dark chuckle coming from above, and when you looked up, the dark purple tip of a massive serpent's tail came down and tilted your chin up as if it were a hand. "You think thiss is what you deserve? Need I remind you of the nasssty little thoughtsss you've been having, in God's housse~?" You whimpered in fear and embarrassment and shook your head smacking the tail away. "E-even though that's true, i-it doesn't change anything. I'm still a good person!!"
Two hands gripped your shoulders from behind. You gasped softly and turned around to see the face of the man who'd been tormenting you for the last month. He looked the same for the most part, except his grey blue eyes were now glowing bright purple, his smile had two sharp fangs added to it, and a forked tongue licked his lips. "Lying is a sssin my Dear. Even if it'ss to yourssself." You squirmed to escape his hold on your shoulders, only to feel his thick, serpentine tail begin coiling around your body. "Wh..what is this? What are you doing?" Your voice filled with more and more panic, blush covered your face as you began to realize what this snake of a man, intended to do. "If you can't manage to be honessst on your own" You shrieked a bit as his rough scales began rubbing against your exposed nethers. "Then I'll jussst ease it out of you. Right here, before your God's eyes~"
You shook your head and struggled, William's tail proceeded to torture your now dripping sex as his hands groped your breasts. "Don't be shy with your voice now, my pretty little sssinner." He purred, grasping your chin to turn your head towards his, your mouth getting closer and closer to his lips dripping the nectar of the Forbidden Fruit.

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"Dear Jesus!!!" You jolted upright in bed, every inch of your body was burning hot, your legs quivered slightly, and your womanhood throbbed with need. Biting your lip, you hesitantly reached down and touched it. A moan mixed with gasp of fear slipped out, as you realized that you had soaked your bedsheets completely. "How am I supposed to explain this?" You asked yourself, just the thought of handing over your wet sheets in the morning when laundry would be gathered, made your stomach do flips. There was only one solution. You gathered up your sheets, tucking them under your arm as you crept out of the bedroom shared with a few other Sisters, and went downstairs. You shivered as the night air started blowing right through your long, white nightgown, the stone steps of the church felt like ice against the soles of your bare feet. You looked around one of the corridors, using what little moonlight there was to guide you to the courtyard.
When you'd finally reached the door to the courtyard, you immediately recoiled as your foot touched the grass covered in frost. "Alright alright, just..a few minutes out here at the well, and I can just leave them out to dry and come back before everyone wakes up." You said, forcing yourself to step out into the freezing cold. As you slowly pulled up the bucket from the well, you heard a voice behind you. "(Name)." Your jaw dropped and your hands froze up, releasing the rope and causing the bucket to make a loud splashing noise. You slowly turned around, and sure enough, there he stood. A young priest with dark brown hair, and cold greyish blue eyes, dressed in a dark purple robe. "F-Father Afton.." You stuttered, fumbling for an excuse. "What are..you doing here at this hour?"
He glanced at you, and the bunched up sheets on the ground. "I could ask you the same question, Sister (Name)." You gulped and turned bright red like a rose. "Something..something spilled over, in the middle of the night. I just thought it would be better to save someone else the trouble, and handle the mess myself.." The look he gave you, was not one that seemed very convinced. "I see..Sister, you know that since Father Emily's temporary absence, this church has become my responsibility, as well as those living within." You nodded, unsure of what he was getting at. "Yes..I am aware of this, Father." He smiled warmly, and extended his hand to you. "So if you have a burden upon your soul, you needn't be ashamed to talk to me." The last thing you wanted to do, was talk about the awful things you'd been imagining for the past month. And the very last person you wanted to discuss it with, was William Afton.
'If I refuse, I'll only look more guilty' You thought, hesitantly taking his hand. Father Afton didn't say another word, and led you through the many corridors of the church. In spite of the darkness, you knew exactly where you were being led, the confession booth. Ever since your mind had been clouded by these perverse fantasies, a wave of guilt smacked you in the face everytime that booth was in your line of sight. And now exactly what you'd dreaded, was coming true. You sat on one side, fidgeting nervously, and then you heard the door close as Father Afton sat on the other side. You couldn't see him, but just the knowledge that he was so close, and about to hear about your secret desires, made your face burn like a lit match. "Now then" His voice poked at your spine like needles. "What troubles you, Sister (Name)?" You took a deep breath, trying to find your words.
"Father Afton I... I've been imagining things. Things I can hardly even think of describing to you. It makes me sick to my stomach and yet at the same time..I can't help but feel pleasure from it." It felt like your mouth was filled with tacks as you said every word. There was a soft chuckle beside you. "Well, you are a young woman who's spent most of her life reserved from such things. Although there is perhaps a reason for such feelings to suddenly become apparent. When exactly did you start becoming plagued with these thoughts?" Your legs started trembling in fear, and cold sweat poured down your face. "Sh..shortly after Father Emily's departure..and your arrival." You couldn't explain it, but in that moment it was almost like you could feel the smirk forming on Father Afton's face. "And I take it, that is why you've been so hesitant to confess your sins."
You sighed and nodded your head. "Yes Father..the humiliation was just too much to even imagine." You stared at the floor as he responded. "Humiliation is a form of shame, shame a form of conviction, and if your soul feels convicted, then you're not ignorant of the fact your desires are unholy." Your face lit up with hope. "Then.. coming here to confess has helped purify me?" The confession booth door opened, and Father Afton stood in front of you, offering his hand again. "Not exactly." You took his hand and stepped out of the confessions booth. "You see Sister (Name), at this time, your body is being plagued by a spirit of lust. Yes you can pray and confess all you wish, but that can only help so much, and soon you'll be having these impure thoughts about every man that comes along." Your heart sank. "No! I-I can't let that happen! I don't want to be a deviant, I don't want to disgrace Father Emily. Please there must be something that can fix me, I beg of you!"
As you wept, clinging to his waist, you felt him slowly caress your hair. "Now Now, getting hysterical won't solve anything, will it?" He gently tilted your head up and wiped away your tears with his thumb. Your cheeks warmed up as his rough skin rubbed against your face. "You can be helped. Though the process would not be an easy one.." You looked up and desperately grasped his hands. "If you can fix me, I'm more than willing to endure whatever I must!" Father Afton's greyish blue eyes shone like a cat's in the moonlight as he glanced down at you. "Meet me after tomorrow's service." Sighing in relief, you nodded. He then patted you on the shoulder. "Now why don't you go back to bed and get your rest?" His smile was warm, but that piercing, predatory look still lingered in his eyes. "Yes Father. Goodnight." You curtseyed awkwardly, turned and headed back to the shared bedroom. As you lay on your cold, sheet less bed, your face still burned like a candle's flame.
The next morning, you appeared as normal as possible. Even as your voice shook during hymnals, your lips quivered and you felt sick with guilt as you took communion, and none of your prayers felt as genuine as they had in the past. When the service finally ended after what felt like eternity, the other nuns slowly departed, while you remained seated in one of the pews. There was a few minutes of dead silence as Father Afton locked the door and cleared off the altar, then he looked you directly in the eye, and patted it like a seat. Please, sit." You were stunned as you obeyed. He wanted you to SIT on the altar? "So..last night, you said you could help me with my..less than pure thoughts?" You questioned him, uncomfortably squirming where you sat on the altar. "Patience, Sister. While it is possible for me to help, there are certain things you will have to endure, whilst giving me your full trust and cooperation." You nodded your head eagerly. "I'm willing to do anything it takes if it will fix me, Father!" He glanced over his shoulder at you, something cold and sinister in that look in his eyes and the disturbing smile forming on his face. "Anything? Well then, for starters.." You gasped softly as he reached up under your dress and firmly grabbed your thighs. "What are yo-" Your question was cut off immediately as Father Afton yanked your legs forward, your back and head hitting the hardwood altar with a pained groan. "Your body.." He said lifting your dress over your knees, and slowly rubbing his fingertip up and down your aching folds. "Must be thoroughly cleansed."
You drew in a sharp, shaky inhale as soon as he touched you. He smirked, looking you in the eye. "Yes, this particular part of you, seems to be the crux of your problem. It's where that demon dwells, to fill your body with obscene pleasure." You felt your undergarments being tugged down to your ankles, and then a feeling that made your back arch and a loud shriek escape your mouth. You propped yourself up on your quivering arms to see Father Afton between your legs, his tongue rubbing against and flicking the most sensetive part of your womanhood. "Aah haah~! F-Father this.." You could hardly manage to speak. Your heart had leapt up into your throat and it was beating as if it wanted to pop. He stopped to catch his breath a bit and respond to you. "It's going to be intense, nearly impossible to hear. But for the sake of your soul, you MUST bear it. And no matter how much it feels like you're about to lose control, you must hold back your orgasm until I allow it. Is that clear, Sister (Name)?"
Before you could respond, his tongue went back to attacking your clit, and suddenly plunged itself inside of you. Everything from your waist down burned and throbbed, you covered your mouth with cupped hands in an effort to muffle all the sounds you were making. You recognized this feeling, this was the same high you had felt last night after waking up with soaked sheets. You whimpered and writhed around on the altar, desperately trying to contain yourself. William started moaning as he proceeded to taste your insides, the vibrations coming from his mouth made you feel like you might see the pearlescent gates of Heaven. "F-Father!! I..*pant* I can't-!" As you tried to shriek out a warning, you were suddenly cut off as the building pressure in your gut became unbearable, and you burst. There was a sound of liquid trickling onto the wooden altar, and stone floor.
                      Your cheeks turned blood red when Father Afton came up from between your legs, his face dripping with your essence. "O-oh no..Father, I'm terribly sorry!" You squeaked out, still partially out of breath. He sighed heavily as if disappointed. "Fix your garments and stand over by that chair while I clean myself up." He said sternly. You curtseyed and rushed over to the large chair a few feet away from the podium, where the priest would sit while someone else spoke during service. Your hands trembled anxiously as you waited for Father Afton to return. You were filled with fear as to wether or not you could be cured after failing to obey just seconds ago. And more than that..you feared what powerful sensations would be sent through your body next. Father Afton soon returned, he didn't say a word at first and only sat down in the chair you had waited beside. "Sister, I want you to come closer to my lap, and lay on your stomach."
                          You felt confusion, but did as he requested, he then scooted you forward a bit, and began pulling up your dress. The realization hit you like a pile of bricks, he intended to spank you, like you'd sometimes heard the other nuns talk about the way their parents disciplined them in the past. "Now, everytime you feel my hand strike your ass.." You flinched as his hand slowly caressed the left cheek. "I want you to count. Is that understood?" You nodded hesitantly, uncertain of how much this was going to hurt. His hand suddenly came crashing down full force, it was as if you were being smacked with a paddle heated over a fireplace. You screamed and panted, your eyes began to sting as if tears were forming. "O..one.." You panted. "Very good." His hand came down again, adding more heat, and more pain to the same spot. A tear squeezed from your eye as you choked back a sob. " *Pant* T-two..*pant*" Keeping your composure was even harder than you had imagined, and this was only two slaps! God only knows how long he intended to keep going.
                          True to your suspicion, his palm made impact with your ass once again, turning it bright red, the imprint of his hand becoming clearer with each slap. A powerful sob tore it's way out of your throat and just kept going. As much as you tried to will yourself to speak, you couldn't stop crying and babbling from the pain. You heard a heavy sigh of annoyance up above you. Father Afton slowly drummed his finger tips over the handprints on your skin, making your legs twitch everytime his fingers made contact with the burning, sensetive skin. "You're trying my patience, (Name)." His voice was low, and severe. You felt sick with fear and yet..your womanhood began to throb and quiver as memories of your dream last night flooded your mind. The darkness in his voice, the tense atmosphere of the room and nearly unbearable pain you were enduring, somehow felt like a twisted form of pleasure.
                         Another firm slap yanked you from your thoughts and made you yelp in pain. "You're actually allowing your mind to wander, at a time like this?" You gulped and tried to explain yourself. "I..I was-" "No!" He suddenly spoke with such volume that you flinched, and would have fallen off of his lap if not for his other hand gripping your waist. "I don't want to hear your excuses, Sister (Name)." You gulped, every word he now spoke was laced with anger and frustration. "I'm going to fix you, even if it takes till we're both at death's doorstep. Now." He grabbed your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back and look at him. "I'm going to continue spanking you, and as I do so, I want you to pray for forgiveness until I finally stop. I don't give a damn if you can't speak clearly, I had better hear words and cries falling off of your tongue!" Before you could say 'Yes Father' or 'No, please I can't take anymore!' You felt another slap, and another. He was no longer pausing between slaps, but just hitting your ass quickly and repetitively with the same firmness.
                                You choked on a sob and babbled whatever words you could muster, as if you were praying for forgiveness in some unknown tongue. "That's it." He praised you, and yet hit you harder. "Feel that cleansing fire in your soul, be grateful for it." As the onslaught of spanking continued, you tried to thank God, or thank Father Afton between your incoherent prayers. Eventually the room echoed with slaps, crying, and two words that you said over and over again like a mantra. "Thank you! Thank you!" You screamed it out as your throat burned as much as your ass, it felt like you'd soon lose your voice or pass out from lack of breath. After what seemed like a thousand agonizing years, the slaps stopped. You looked up and saw Father Afton sighing as he moved his hand around like it had become sore from your punishment. "Pull down your dress, Sister." He said coldly as he released you. You stood up, hissing in slight pain the second you moved and then felt the semi rough fabric cover your abused buttocks. "A..am I cured F-Father?" You asked nervously. He only sighed, rubbing his hand. "I need to go and seek guidance, for the proper way to deal with you." And with that, he walked off, unlocking the door and leaving the main room of the church.
                             You left and started walking back to your bed, many feelings weighed heavily on your heart. Why were you so weak that you couldn't endure a few simple tasks? Why was Father Afton so quickly losing patience with you? And why, why in God's name were you still so powerfully aroused and needy after all of this? You began wishing that you'd never had these impure thoughts in the first place, the Father Emily had never left to go and teach other budding ministers, and most of all, you wished that Father William James Afton had never come into the church courtyard on an ashen grey horse. All throughout dinner you remained in a quiet state of shame. At the dinner table, your Sisters whispered about Father Afton locking himself in his room for unknown reasons. You began to pray that you could disappear, simply evaporate from the face of the Earth and finally escape the invisible eyes of judgement that followed everywhere you go. They were his eyes, those cold, grey blue eyes that caused you such intense torment and misery, and now it seemed to be for nothing.
                               'If I am beyond fixing..then where will I go?' You wondered, kneeling at your bedside later that night, tears rolling down your face. "Sister (Name)." You looked up and saw one of your Sisters standing at the other side of your bed. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but Father Afton wishes to speak to you in his chambers." Your jaw dropped slightly and your face lit up with hope. "Y-yes, I'll go right away. Thank you, Sister." She curtseyed and went to bed as you stood up, dusted off your knees and wiped away your tears. Taking one of the lit candles, you made your way through the many halls, to the door of Father Afton's bedroom. You hesitated. What if he was only calling you to tell you that you were truly a lost cause, and to pack your things? Taking a deep breath, you gathered what little courage you had and knocked twice. "Enter." You turned the door handle, and stepped inside. "You.. requested my presence, Father Afton." You said with your head bowed to you floor. "Indeed, my dear." His voice seemed to have lost its previous harshness. From your view of the floor, you could see that he was barefoot, and while he was still dressed in a purple robe, it was a silky, bed robe.
                               Father Afton gently tilted your head up and smiled at you. "There is no need for you to feel ashamed of yourself in my presence, Sister. I understand how you may be feeling after everything you've been through today, but fear not. I have finally been presented with the true answer to your problem." Tears of joy began to form in your eyes. "Wh-what is it?!" He smirked and pet your head. "You see, you are under influence by a demon. And while that may be quite troublesome, you can still be of use to God. Your sin can actually be used for the greater good." You tried to figure out what he meant by that. Your.. perversion could be an asset to the church? "I'm afraid I..don't understand, Father." There was a glint in his eye and suddenly you were pressed up against the wall, inches away from Father Afton's face. "I am an instrument of God, (Name). But under that.." He looked down at your body, and one of his hands slowly caressed your waist. "I am still just a man. I have certain.. requirements that can be a hindrance on my ability to concentrate. What I'm proposing, is that you, and your demonic lust, will from now on be tasked with satisfying my more carnal needs."
                           Your heart violently pounded in your chest. Was this a dream? How could anything happening right now be real? "I understand your shock." You flinched as you felt his warm breath against the shell of your ear. "But is this not the perfect arrangement? You remain here where you've always felt at home. Your sinful needs will be met, all while assisting me. What will it be, (Name)?" Your hand trembled as you slowly reached for his cheek. "I..I am at your service, Father Afton." He smiled fondly at you and turned your hand over to kiss it. "Call me William." You gasped as he then pulled you after him until you were in his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Your service begins tonight. Shall we begin slow, or does your desire hunger for rougher treatment?" He asked, squeezing your thigh. "L..let us just get this out of the way as quickly as possible.." You responded, hoping to leave this room, and your shame behind for the night.
                                "Very well." William grasped you by the waist, and lay you down on the bed, kissing your thighs through the fabric of your nightgown. You whined slightly and bit your knuckles in an effort to keep quiet. He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't be shy with your voice, my pretty little sinner." The familiarity of those words made you freeze like a deer in the sights of a hunter, even as he tore your nightgown open and latched his mouth onto your breasts. "W-William!" You cried out, feeling as if lightning struck your chest and was slowly setting the rest of your body a flame. "You'll have to get more used to this, or it'll be quite awkward nursing our children." He muttered before suckling your nipples once again. 'Before what?!' his words made your head spin, and yet filled you with an unexplainable arousal. William eventually moved down from your breasts, to your womanhood, licking his lips as his thumbs gently massaged into your thighs. "I was already beginning to miss the taste of you~"
                            You squirmed around on the bed, and panted heavily as his tongue assaulted your nethers the same way it had earlier after several minutes, he suddenly stopped and looked you in the eye. "I won't be expecting you to hold back this time. Quite the opposite actually." As he went back to licking your sensetive folds, you felt a rush of relief along with the overwhelming pleasure. He had granted you the release your body so desperately craved, and not long afterwards you gratefully released your orgasm all over his mouth. As you lay back, staring at the ceiling and catching your breath, you felt and heard William slurping up what remained of your orgasmic fluids. "I *pant* I believe you're thoroughly prepared now." He panted, standing before you as he disrobed. Your face burned like a used fire poker as you stared at his cock. It had to be at least six- no..seven, inches in length. "W..William are you certain that won't tear me open?" You whimpered, crossing your legs nervously.
                               William cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you passionately. Among every other sinful, frightening, or intense feeling he'd given you, this one was like walking on air. "I'll make it fit, (Name). Nice and slowly." As he spoke, you felt a warm and sharp sensation as the head of his cock was slowly eased inside of you. You sucked in a deep breath, honestly more frightened than in pain. "How is it?" William asked, looking you in the eye as he held your hand. "I.. I'm not in a great deal of pain.." You replied, looking down to see how much of him was left. "Good. You're being such a good girl, (Name)." He gently praised you, and pushed further in. Your back arched as you let out a cry. "Aaah! *Pant* o-oh God..*pant* i-is it in?" You asked shakily. "Nearly there." He replied before pushing once more, until you felt his lower body rubbing against you. You'd done it. By some miracle, you'd managed to completely sheath William's cock. You glanced down and saw a large bulge down in your gut. William noticed you staring and smiled, pressing down on the bulge. "Well done, My Dear."
                            After pressing down on the now sensetive skin of your lower abdomen for a bit, William gripped your shoulders, and began thrusting into you at a gentle, but quick pace. You couldn't contain your voice even in the slightest, and so your moans, pants and whimpers filled the room. It was the sweetest music in existence to William's ears. He had been suspecting your odd behavior for weeks now, the way your hands would tremble or your face would turn a rosy color when making eye contact with him. Of course he didn't mind the attention one bit, seeing as most women in his line of work were far too prudish and innocent to even accept a handshake from him. But now there was you. You had opened up a door for the lonely young man, and he intended to use every guilt trip in the Holy book, to gain a foothold in your mind and heart. Half an hour later, after you'd both called each other's names and released the build up of each other's lust, he smiled, petting your hair as you lay pressed against his chest, fast asleep. "It was only a matter of time before you took a bite. But don't worry, I'll make your new life into a perfect, forbidden paradise."