The ugly truth...

So, you decisively burst into the room.

Before your eyes appears a small living room with a fireplace in which a small flame is burning, a bed, a couple of chairs and a small wooden table on which there are some alabaster figurines depicting religious symbols and images of saints.

You are ready to take decisive action when there is a threat.

But what you see on the bed takes you by surprise...

On the bed is the one you were looking for. Local priest Bernard. This is easy to understand by the hairstyle characteristic of such priests - tonsure (a small shaved hairless surface in the shape of a circle is visible on the top of his head).

The priest Bernard was a portly middle aged man, with a flabby red face and very bushy eyebrows. He looked up at you with a look of utter shock on his face, his mouth gaping open as he gasp for breath. The so called holy priest was buck naked, his pale naked body freezing in mid thrust. As he starred up at you in first fear and shame, was your eyes slowly take in the scene in front of you. The young sobbing female under him, burying her tear streaked face in the pillow. The priest wasn't the only one who had frozen in shock, you just stood there looking on in disgust. Slowly the holy man's lip's rolled back into a nasty grin, as his hip's began leisurely thrusting once more.

Having an extremely outstanding size, Bernard’s dick increasingly penetrated the girl’s pussy, flowing with the juices of sexual arousal. This is hard and rough fucking. Bernard, right before your eyes, is furiously fucking this girl like a bitch. This is what you least expected to see when you walked inside your local temple. This debauchery in the temple building is clearly a sin.

While you were frozen in a state of **** surprise, the priest continued his depraved actions...

Taking your starring as interest in what he was doing, slowly priest Bernard licked his lip's in a gloating manner. "Sooooo what can I... do for the Wolf killer?" He asked in a lewd voice, that hinted at the terrible offer you knew was coming next. "Why don't you get... undressed and join us." A shiver ran down your spine, you knew many priest weren't exactly without sin. You vaguely remembered the priest in your own village had been very fondle of drink, and your uncle said that he liked to toss the dice sometimes. But this was far beyond those meager vices, Bernard flashed you a knowing grin as your own male organ betrayed you by stiffening within your trousers.

"The gods have not chosen to bless poor Daughter Vela here and her husband Rory with children." Priest Bernard explained with a leering smile, as he kept stabbing his hard organ into the sobbing pleasant woman lustfully. "I have promised to intercede on their behalf... with my help they shall soon have offspring. The gods have seen fit to bless me... with very fertile seed. Of course perhaps... the seed of a Wolf Killer might be more called for in this matter." And there it was the old priest was offering to share this poor not very happy woman with you. Your stomach churned as you watched, knowing this unholy man would be of no help to you. He might even be the one who had brought this holy punishment down on the village.

You thought anxiously: “He said... this woman has a husband... My God! This further enhances the sinfulness of what is happening! This debauchery in the temple building is combined with the commission of adultery! And the priest is involved in all this... What a nightmare..."

"Oh come now..." He snorted most likely reading the look of disgust on your face, not that it seemed to bother him in the slightest. As he was thrusting away harder and faster as you watched, the wicked smile on his face one you doubted he had ever shown the villagers. "You are a brave virile young man... take your things off and join me. I'll even allow you to seed her first... if you want. Of course there are other things we three can do together..." The older man looked you up and down, and you suddenly got the feeling you were being gauged for use.

"There is no way that I'm..." You stuttered in shock and disgust, looking down in horror to see that you are suddenly naked. Wait how had that happened, you have no memory of removing your things.

"Yes... yes that's it come closer..." Priest Bernard purred softly, as your stiff legs shuffle across the floor. Your mind struggling to **** your body to stop, even as you slowly draw nearer and nearer the bed.

Bernard stopped fucking the girl's stretched pussy. He turned in your direction. For some unknown reason, the priest is interested in your person.

You would like to run away. But something supernatural forces you to take steps towards this wicked man.

Step.

One more step.

Reaching out a wrinkled flabby hand, the older male gently explores your aroused organ as all six hard inches juts out eagerly.

"Sssto... don't touch... Ohoooo." It was then you noticed the amulet around the rotund priests neck, it wasn't the kind of thing that one would expect.

On the thread of the amulet that comes into contact with Bernard's hot, sweaty flesh, you can clearly see a light brownish symbol created from some kind of woody material (perhaps tarred pine wood?). This small (about 5 centimeters in diameter) symbol depicts a small horned head of a goat.

Not the traditional religious symbol of the Church of the Equal Brother-Deities, it was the kind of thing you had only seen on Hunters or shepherds who kept to the old divines. The symbol of the Wild God Painal, you inhale in shock at the sight of that. Even as your naked body is pulled onto the bed, as you watched the priests thick lip's wrap around your aroused organ.

You let out a quiet moan as events happen that are so depraved that you couldn't even imagine something like it. Male priest sucks your dick. Just the thought of such a thing is sacrilege and a manifestation of sin.

Thoughts that are completely unusual for you are trying to get into your mind: “Just have fun... Pleasure... Pleasure... Everyone exists only for the sake of receiving pleasure... This is what is in the nature of every human... Submit... Submit... No need to resist... Just submit...”

It’s as if they are trying to mentally **** you.

What is all this for?

What is this wicked priest Bernard going to do to you?

Why do sinful thoughts arise in your head that look like whispers from the outside?

It is obvious that you are faced with an unforeseen threat. If your will is broken now, your life will become completely different...

You painfully try to resist.

You remember everything that made you work and train, despite defeats and failures. You remember how your father Ivar punished you as a child for disobedience, laziness, or for crying when you didn’t succeed.

One of your father Ivar's notations now comes to your mind. You were about 10 years old then, you were learning how to shoot a bow and you were doing poorly (you hurt your fingers with the bowstring). The Father told you then: “After every time you fail, you must try to achieve victory again. Only animals are driven by instincts and thoughtless desires for pleasure. You are human. You must be persistent and reasonable. Don't cry like a weakling. Try harder. If necessary, try a hundred times. And for the hundredth and first time you will succeed. It’s better to constantly try to defeat a strong enemy and die than to give up and become a **** for the rest of your life.”

These memories encourage you to put the last of your will and physical strength into one quick movement.

With a mind shattering effort, you reach down ripping the necklace off Bernard's fat neck. Throwing it across the room into the fire place, the low fire suddenly roaring like a blast furnace. The room instantly filled with strange magical sparkles, as you watch the old priest's pale naked body changes. A fat little Satyr appearing in his place, as you stumbled backwards dragging your cock from between his lip's.

"Oops... looks like the jig is up." The fat little Satyr exclaims leaping to his hooves, dodging back and forth as he struggles to get around you and out the room door. Girl's scream of terror making you wince, as she saw the thing that had been molesting her.

Grabbing a heavy alabaster figurine from the table as the Satyr tries to run past you, violently you bash the alabaster figurine down on his head.

Bam!

The figurine breaks.

The pointed part of the figurine hits the temple of the vile satyr and pierces his temporal bone, plunging ten centimeters deep into the flesh.

The satyr's body falls to the floor, making a loud sound as it falls.

Blood flows profusely from a terrible wound on the head.

Blood pours onto the wooden floor.

Just ten seconds later, a pool of blood had already formed on the floor.

Your ears are ringing due to the loud squeal of a frightened woman.

The screaming woman looks at what you have done in shock.