The Sins of the Father

Lost Sheeple

"And remember. Men might not be so merciful but there is a god who forgives all men." The words are thrown in the air haphazardly. Like a fountain springing up, though truth, its source is far from pure. They reverberate in my soul, even my stomach heaves and clenches from the hypocrisy of them.

My lips twitch as I struggle to hold in my laughter at the absurdity of their meaning. Here I am, a priest that has long ago lost his way, trying to instruct sheep in the pathway of righteousness.

I focus on them in various facial expressions of awe. Eyes stretched, mouths slightly ajar as my forked tongue spews out nonsense, that I myself barely believe in.

Pitiful creatures.

Even if they knew the truth they probably wouldn't care. To them, these lips carry the word of God and no matter how flawed the vessel seems to be, it gives them hope. Hope that they grasp to like dying men on an empty oxygen tanks.

Pitiful little creatures.

Designed to worship something. Made up to create and adore something and since they can't see that magnificent being, they bow the knee to that which is tangible with the senses.

Me.

Roderick Morgan but my naïve sheep know me as Father. Pure, clean, holy and trustworthy father.

Never mind that my vices include that which lay between "Eve's" thighs and an occasional drink. Or the fact that I have sworn celibacy and have repeatedly repented. Vowing never to touch "Eve" again, only to see her in various forms of the women of my flock.

It wasn't always like this. My first taste of the forbidden was during confession. The woman had been crying and sniveling like some weak, fragile vase.

"He said it would make him happy if I let him and his brother have s-se, physical intercourse with me. It was fine at first, until his brother wanted me to take more of himself into my mouth. When I refused, h-he grabbed my head on either side with his hands and forced himself down my throat. I tried to s-stop him." She broke down into little sobs at this point. I imagined her hand swiping her nose. Her face red and bowed in shame. Shame for committing an erotic scene with two brothers." He kept going, he was so close to my face, until he released himself in my mouth. My boyfriend just stood and w-watched. W-watched me being taken advantaged of... He... He enjoyed it. I could t-tell."

"How?" I could feel my d**k twitch in anticipation of her next words.

"Father?"

"How could you tell if he enjoyed what was being done to you?"

"His d-di, member never went soft. He used me throughout that night and... a part of me enjoyed being used but shamed of the humiliation that led up to it."

She paused, silence issued out in waves. My di__ was in pain right now. Never had I experienced such a strong grip of arousal. I was so tempted, so very tempted to take her then. Her intoxicating fragility and trust, ironic though it was, kept me at bay.

My hand grazed the pulsing wood settled between my legs. Pleasure shoots through my body with just a single touch from my fingertip. I wanted her, I wanted to feel her flesh writhe under me in ecstasy. I wanted to feel her milk every atom of my seed from its sheath. And no, I wouldn't stop there, I would place the tip of my head within the soft interior of her mouth and allow her to choke on my milk until she blacked out.

"Father?" She pleaded in despair cutting my fantasy of her with her naivety.

"My child, I can sense the raw pain within your soul and am willing to eradicate all of it. Allow me to pray and lay hands on you, to rebuke that which torments you,!then you will be forgiven."

"Oh father, thank you. Please, can you pray over me now? Or must I wait?'

Yes I wanted to lay hands on her now,to feel her softness yield under pressure.

My pressure.

"No, come back around to the church around eleven tonight. This will provide me enough time to finalize the will of god. Since, I am performing this service just for you and at such a late hour, make sure you keep this situation between us. I feel this would be the best arrangement for both of us. Don't you agree?"

"Oh yes father, I won't tell a soul, bless you." Her side of the door creaked open and shut leaving me to grip the thrumming sensations that laid on top of my thigh. Excitement coursed through my veins as another sheep had be found.