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Fruits for the Faithful: xjasonr X sweetnothings

He smiled as he sat on the chair and moved between her open legs. His hands pushing at her knees to widen her even more. "First we must bless this part of you!" He looked up at her eyes. "This is where one would normally have sex, but sex is wrong before marriage!" He tilted the bottle over her crotch letting the clear cool liquid splash on her pussy. His hand quickly spreading it over her sex. "This blessing of holy water is meant to sanctify you maternal spirit. As a woman, god would speak to you in that form!" His fingers once again rubbing between her now moist lips.
 
She felt the cold air touch her sensitive pussy. She shuddered at the feel of his hands and smiled. "Okay," She looked down at where he was and listened to him explain. "I know that." She whispered and smiled. She gasped when he poured the cool liquid over her pussy. She moaned out quietly and breathed steadily. She nodded and shut her eyes, his fingers rubbing over her sex, getting her even more wetter, mixing with the holy water
 
He could see her body struggling to fight the dirty pleasures that attacked her body. "Don't fight it Venice, just let the holy spirit take control of your body. I know its hard, but this time you are being blessed!" A wide smile as he tormented her spread sexed. "Um and the true test of being sanctified is the pure taste of your flesh. " His wet fingers grappled back behind her knees as his head lowered over the spread flesh and a soft kiss is planted on the open moist flesh.
 
She tried to fight back the pleasure he was sending her. She listened to her uncle tell her this was natural. She breathed heavily and nodded. She arched her back as continued to tortue her swollen sex. Her eyes widened as he implied he was going to taste her. "No don-" She was cut off by the kiss on her pussy. She groaned and looked down at her uncle
 
His firm tongue slid against her moist flesh, teasing through her slit and pressing down her swollen nub. He could feel the tension on her legs as his intention dawns on her. He held it firmly not allowing her to close. Just like his kiss on her lips, it builds, softly sucking, eating her moist cunny. "Um so holy!" His sucks growing in power pulled her flesh between his lips.
 
She turned her head and closed her eyes. She moaned softly and tried to close her legs. "Uncle…" She murmured and gasped as his tongue grew firmer. She arched her body and moaned loudly. "Uncle, I-I have this f-feeling, in my stomach. W-what is it?" She breathed out and fluttered her eyes open
 
His lips were working faster and firmer. He knew her body was going to react and the perverse nature of the pastor was at his peak. He pulled away breathing hard over her wet pussy lips. ""Its the holy spirit, he is trying to enter you!" He quickly pressed back his lips onto her wet crotch, and sucked, stretching the swollen nub as his tongue flickers against the pink flesh.
 
She waited for a response as he continued to torture her. She moaned and groaned. She nodded as he said it was the holy spirit is trying to enter her body. She breathed hard and arched her back, crying out as her very first orgsm over took her
 
His head deep within her crotch as her voice groaned with pleasure. He continued with his tongue, tormenting her tender swollen flesh. The thought if she only knew urging him on as he wanted her to link pleasure when they did this. His own saliva mixing with her juices as her stomach seem to stretch, to stretch out the intense feeling building in the depths of her stomach. When her body gave way, her trembling legs as his head stayed prized between them. A lusty groan as he still lapped up her juices. "Ummmmmm feel the power of the holy spirit!!!!!!" He shouted out before sucking on her pussy again.
 
Her very first orgasm tired her out. She was exhausted and wanted so badly to go back to sleep. But her uncle wouldn't let up. She panted and shut her eyes. "Uncle, please stop. I'm so tired. Can I rest?" She pleaded and turned her head away. She moaned again softly, yet tiredly and shook lightly
 
He moved away from her pussy. He just wanted to extend the pleasure. "Now isn't a time to rest Venice!" He smiled as he stood up. "The holy spirit is in you!" He let her legs collaspe as he watched her. "Only 5 minutes!" Conceding to her request though.
 
She looked at him as he pulled away from her sex. She evened her breaths and bit her lip. She watched him stand up and she guessed he was finally going to give her that rest. She let her legs sink to the table. She yawned and pulled her legs up to her chest, quickly falling asleep
 
He watched as her naked body moved to a comfortable state to rest. Her pose was rather provocative to him as the pulling of her knees to her chest left her behind quite expose. He quickly patted her behind almost helping with her to go to sleep. But his mass was hard and he needed his pleasure as well. As her eyes slipped into a dreamworld, his pants fell to the ground.

"You just rest Venice!" His cock pressed at her crotch, his hands adjusting her body to his benefit.
 
Venice was unaware of what her uncle was thinking. She shifted once more, holding her hands under her hand. She yawned and let herself sink into her deep sleep. She was also unaware of her uncle's cock against her sex.
 
Peter hands eagerly on her tired hips. The gleaming wetness of her orgasm making her crotch glisten with desire. He would have like her to be awake but he was to eager. The thick mass poked at her smooth sex, the thick head spreading her juicy pussy lips as he pushed a little to feel the resistance of his holy chosen niece.
 
She continued to sleep. She felt like it has been more than five minutes, but it seemed her uncle was taking a few minutes to rest. She furrowed her eyebrows when she felt something pushing at her womanhood. She fluttered her eyes open and whimpered, feeling something in her. She looked down and her eyes widened. "U-Uncle?!" She started to panic and she panted
 
He knew the thrust would wake her. His eyes were on her face to guage her reaction. It was worth it to see her eyes wide with shock. "Our lord demands blood, before you can be bless any more. Like the sacrifice of a lamb, he now ask for your blood!" He spoke like a prophet, his hand holding her hips firmly. Another firm thrust this time to pierce her flesh.
 
She breathed hard, waiting to see if he would thrust further. She trembled, her eyes filled with fear. "B- mybut you said y-you wouldn't take my.." She got cut off by his thrust as he went past her hymen. Her eyes widened and she gasped in pain. She felt tears running down her cheeks. She turned her head away, shaking
 
He groaned with pleasure as his cock submerged into the hot pussy. He felt the hot liquid lightly streamed against his invading mass. "This is the lord will, not mines!" He looked down at her head as she seem to turn away with shame. He had done so much to teach her in taking pride in the lords will but it was clear that her mind reverted to a sense of shame now that her virginity has been lost.

His hips stopped with his cock partly in her. "Are you ashamed Venice? Are you ashamed of what our lord has chosen for you?" He spoke in a condemning tone as she should be happy to please the lord. "The devil is provoking you, tempting you to think that you are unworthy of the lord! You must not listen to those thought, now is a time to show strength, courage for our lord's will."
 
She shut her eyes, holding back the urge to cry out against him. She sniffled wiping her eyes. What if she got married? How would her husband react to her not beimg a virgin? She shook, taking everything

She wiped her eyes, her attention going back to him. She opened her eyes and glanced back at him. "I-I'm not ashamed. I-I'm just scared." She bit her lip and looked down at her legs that had a few trickles of blood running down them. She listened closely. "O-oh okay, but I-I didn't know you would take my virginity so quickly."
 
She still had the idea that he was acting of his own will. That may have been true but he wanted her to see it as god was the one that committed the act, not him. He saw her looking at her legs and despite her words of not being ashamed, he knew it was the root cause of her fear. He choose not to continue and focus on her understanding of the situation.

"It is not my will, but god!" He watched her eyes. "If you lack the faith to continue, if you rather listen to Satan's lies then say! God will never force you to do anything! Your body would stay as is showing the scar from your lack of faith!" He moved his cock back, the tip red with her blood.
 
She looked away from her legs, scared. She can't tell her parents about this. She promised her uncle. But this part of the training shouldn't have happened so early. She bit her lip, being quiet and still

She looked back at him as he continued. She once again thought about it. All her thinking was Satan's thinking. "N-no. I don't want to listen to him. I'd rather listen to God." She responded, glancing at his eyes
 
Peter only saw fear in her eyes despite her claim she wants to follow the lord. "You are lying Venice! I can see the fear, the root of your shame. Instead of thinking how blessed you are you are considering what others think, maybe what your parents would think? After god filled your body with pleasure you still doubt his power." He lowered and shook it with disappointment. "God wasn't pleased with you and you will be punished! You must endure his punishment before you earn his favor!"

He moved away leaving her on the desk. "That would be all for today. You must search your soul and decide who you put your faith in, god's or satan.
 
Venice looked down, biting her lip. She looked up at him and shook. "I-I'm not lying." She murmured and listened. Punishment? What did he mean by that? She looked down and nodded. She sat up and wiped her eyes. She took a piece of tissue from his desk and wiped her legs down.
 
She was still persistent with her story. He even saw her mumble the punishment phrase. "If you were a true believer, then putting your trust in god would have been easy, but because of your lack of faith, the devil controlling your mind, the devil will cause you pain. This is your own doing Venice!" He watched her clean herself.

He moved his hand and pulled her up by her hair. Quite roughly he bent her over and pushed her face down on the table. "You don't deserve to look at the lord image again. " Eagerly he opened her legs having a reason to be rough now, without any hesitation his cock is brutally rammed into her. He wanted to make sure she felt the fury of the lord.
 
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