Seduced By A Demon: Dirty Dark Confessions

By Miles G. Ashe

"Why is your voice wavering, trembling? Your body betrays you, Father. Do you truly wish for me to stop?"

Angelo, a young and innocent priest, is assigned to hear confessions.
It's not long before he hears a confession from a mysterious stranger with a velvety voice that sends shivers down his spine.
As the stranger's confessions get dirtier and dirtier, Angelo is tempted to break his vow of chastity and succumb to the pleasures of the flesh...
However, Angelo is a man of God, and he knows that giving in to his desires would mean his downfall. But that man... that sexy, seductive and off-limits man... he can't get him out of his head.

This story explores the forbidden and taboo fantasy of a priest hearing the erotic confessions of a demon, full of lust and depravity...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Miles G. Ashe
• Release date: Apr 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224345403

Book preview

1

THE DAY I ARRIVED in the small Italian village, I had no idea how that man would mess with my head. At first, this place seemed so far removed from everything familiar – even more distant than the monastery back home. Yet there I stood, ready to take on the responsibilities left vacant after the passing of the local priest. My hands trembled slightly as I rang the doorbell of the rectory, eager to meet those whom I would serve alongside in the coming months.

As the door opened, revealing a stooped old woman dressed in black, I felt a sudden surge of apprehension. "Buongiorno," she greeted me warmly, extending her wrinkled hand. Her name was Maria, and she welcomed me into her humble abode with genuine kindness. Over tea and biscotti, she shared stories about the villagers and the unique customs they observed.

It was clear that Sister Maria had become like family to all who lived here, offering comfort and guidance whenever needed. That night, before bed, I knelt beside my sleeping mattress and offered up prayers for strength during these uncertain times. Little did I know what lay ahead...

Sister Maria showed me around the modest parish grounds the following morning, introducing me to the various families who frequented our services.

Though we were surrounded by centuries-old architecture, many of them held onto traditions dating much further back. There was something almost enchanting about this timeless community, as if stepping out of time itself.

But soon enough, reality struck again; it was time for me to begin my role as the confessor. Sister Maria showed me the place and there I stood: on the very first day, as I sat behind the screen in the dimly lit confessional room, I couldn't help but feel anxious. What sort of people would come forward? That was my first time as a confessor and I had no ideia what to expect.

And then, just as I began reciting the opening prayer, the first penitent entered. It was a middle-aged man, his voice hoarse with emotion as he whispered his transgressions. I listened attentively, guiding him towards repentance and forgiveness.

The weight of his burden slowly lifted off his shoulders as he emerged from the other side of the