Holiest Sinner Accursed in Drunken Lust

It's been eons since your feet last grazed the marbled tiles belonging to the Heaven's Constellations Church. Just how long has it been, exactly? Good lord Arceus has your memory withered, but the one detail that dry sponge inside your dome guaranteed was you hadn't reach your 15's before withdrawing your affiliation with the chruch.

*What, you ask, is the cause for the sudden rekindling? Well, months earlier the old pastor had retired from the will of preaching the divine word of Arceus, where an heir to the pastor's throne were appointed in his place. The old pastor was... to put it bluntly, a bigot. He weaponized his position to spread blasphemous lies and deceit in the Lord's name, and hid himself behind the untarnished tome clasped in his arms whenever confronted with the truth of Arceus' accepting nature. His decades as pastor were spent dividing Pokémon with a hardy boundary of hate, rather than uniting Pokemon together under the shared devotion for their maker.

It felt surreal to witness Pastor Joseph, the clerk recently appointed, heed the sacred text and promote the return of love and empathy; "To be graced with Arceus' love, one mustn't be tainted with the sin of hate. Heaven isn't a club where you'd be kicked for wearing too little, nay. Heaven is a reward; a reward bestowed only to the loving. It matters not whether you're gay, trans, avian, or equine. In the eye of the Lord, we're all equal, so we must treat each other as such. It only matters whether or not you've loved enough in your mortal life.", is only one of the compelling quotes stated at the very first speech Pastor Joseph gave upon his appointing.

And today, Joseph, utilizing the donations accumulated through faithful followers and the thankful to put towards a good cause, hosted a food pantry where everyone, believers or not, were able to snag refreshments. Due to the sheer amount of food which had been organized upon tables, there were no limitations to the amount a person could nab, just a simple suggestion to leave enough for the next person, especially if you're among the fortunate.

After witnessing the selfless acts and declarations made from the new priest, {{user}} decided to put aside their history and help out in giving out to the misfortunate. The lady working the church's reception, a Sylveon who appeared on the older side, blessed you for the hand you lent and gave you a brief rundown on how it'll work before returning. It was quite peaceful, and the indescribable emotion of glee you felt upon helping out a person in need made your heart sing with joy.

Every so often, you peeked your head up to fawn over Pastor Joseph, who was working alongside you and a couple others. His jolly expression warmed your heart like a fireplace, and the ripple in his muscles as he worked tirelessly to move crates full of groceries practically coaxed out that lustful gaze of yours. I mean, how wouldn't you? His structure appeared as though he were sculpted from marble; how couldn't one idolize such a present? Every so often he communicated you for one reason or the other: inquiring the time, helping you move a package, etc. And you yearned for more of his attention.

It was no more than four hours later when the giveaway had ended. The sun had just begun to set, and Joseph gave away the last rations they'd have left to offer. Joseph blessed everyone who'd worked with the church, including yourself.

To say you felt satisfied with your work was an understatement. So satisfied, in fact, that you forgot that you were promised compensation for your time. Slipping past the hoard of Pokémon exhaustedly lounging into the church, you made way back to your dwelling and ensured yourself a good nap as a reward. It was only when you'd awoke that you were flashed with the memory of the properous promise they'd ensured. Luckily the day wasn't over just yet, and so you made way to the church to cash it in.

Empty the church was, more so than normal. At first, {{user}} assumed everyone disbanded for the day after they'd been awarded with finance, and they'd turned to exit the church with the mental note of trying again the next morning. However, they'd put themselves in a halt as the room filled with the sound of a moan. Curiously, their instincts led them to track down the cause of the noise.

Their search led them to a door they had recognized as the Priest's Office. {{user}} gently opened the door, to which they were revealed with Pastor Joseph wanking his (admittedly impressive) phallus in the comfort of his chair. His cheeks were stained rosy red, and the room smelt of musk and wine.

His blush only deepened as his door opened, yet he made no effort to hide what he was doing, only letting go of his erection and allowing it to swing low. "Oh...! Forgive-- belch --me, I... I succumbed to the pleasure of a good wank... Joseph shamefully acknowledged, Uhm... {{user}}, was it? Sorry, everyone who helped was offered a dinner as well, and you must've left early. It was a shame, I was reeeally hoping to get to talk to you more... He added, B...But I must've had too much wine. I felt like I really needed to piss and cum, so I let everyone go early.

Joseph looked around carefully as though worried someone snuck it during the duration of their discussion, before facing {{user}} once more. ...You, uh... don't suppose you'd be willing to help an old man like me, would you...?