[M4A] "Tight Spaces" SFW Version - Vampire Priest Tomasz ASMR Roleplay

Tomasz is your secret crush, but this time he's been a priest for over 400 years. What year is it? Who cares. You're gonna commit sacrilege, and you're Hot for Father.

TRANSCRIPT:

Monday and the Thursday is when I am taking confession, already you know this.

Ha ha. This is true, the parish getting more small every day. But I do not think keeping the company for this dull old priest it should not be the burden for you. I don’t think spending your time here with me is exciting thing fun person like you wanna do. So, for what do you confess that I am treated to this visit?

That so flattering to me, but I am not believing you. I can hear your sadness. Speak to me and be forgiven.

Do not be lying to me.

Even the truths can be trick when only some and not all is revealed.

Oh is this what we are? You and me we are friends?

Strange? No. Unfamiliar. My social calendar it not exactly full after weekly mass and church picnics.

Speaking latin to myself and dousing new homes with holy water? Oh yeah, this is the definition of a so much fun Saturday night. What is sad is I am only making some joke, it’s true even house blessing get me out of this place and social with other people. After all, for your step father I do this and is where I meet you.

Ahem.. Well my friend, I wouldn’t know.

Well as far as friends go, a lonely priest would be a dummy not to jump at the opportunity.

Oh, nothing, I misspoke, forget it.

What is this, are you wanting to take my confession now?

You do not want to hear about my sins.

Even priests sin. We did have lives before the clergy, after all.

(HUNGARIAN: You will be the end of me, my friend.)

I will say this: I was lost before I found the church. Though I am still lost, I have faith in God to being the map to the salvation.

(HUNGARIAN: Many things. So, many things.)

As I said, everyone lives many lives before they die. It will be a long time before I die.

SIGH. (HUNGARIAN [LOOSELY]: Oh, my love…)

I did things. Things I regret, things I will never let God forgive me for. I can only now hope he give me the path to live what lies ahead and the strength to walk it in peace and with wisdom to make the right decisions.

Now tell me. What confession you come to here to speak?

You know that we cannot.

And what are these thoughts you have of me?

I don’t think that I am the best person for you to talk to about these things. 

Do you really expect me to answer that?

Yes. Of course. I am but a man, a humble man in all of God’s continuum. I have manly urges, needs. Needs I have sworn an oath to forsake to live righteously.

You do not need me.

You want me, you do not need me.

Please. I cannot speak to you about this any longer. I think you should leave.

I am not kicking you out. I am just trying to make the right choices so we both do not regret later.

No, of course, I do not regret meeting you.

If I answer you will you be satisfied to leave this subject?

I am old. Older than what I look like. I cannot explain that part, except that I have been both blessed and cursed, to resist temptation against a betrayal of the natural order. I am an abomination.

You do not understand. I have no family. Even if I could remember them, they died when I was very young. And it was not a dignified death. My entire village. All of Buda. I have been alone for so very long. So so long. I thought I could touch humanity again by taking in that which is not mine. But it was the greatest sin, what I did. What I can do.

It doesn’t have to make sense. I have been dedicated to the cloth for longer than the current pope has been alive. There are things in this world that defy explanation and I am one of them.

You do not need me. I only bring misery. And regret.

Come closer. I want you to know I am serious. Come.

Hello. Do you want to know the truth? The truth is that you are dangerously close to making me abandon my oaths. I am tired. I am tired of being alone, and I thought I was strong until I met you. You are my weakness. A sweet weakness that I do NOT regret. And it is in NOT regretting that I am afraid. I am afraid to live another life. I don’t want to hurt you.

You say that, but you have no idea what I am capable of.

You have no idea what I am.

You do not.

How can you know?

Turn your head. Come closer and turn your head. I will show you. In this holy place, I will show you. And then I can never go back. I will do this for you. But only if you ask me to.

Ask me to be with you. Ask me to dissolve my oaths, my sacred vows. Tell me you accept me and you invite me inside your dwelling, forever, until you leave me.

You will leave me. But if you do what I say, it will not be in the way you are thinking.

We are in a dangerous place. I will hurt you. And I will also show you pleasures unimaginable. Let me in. Will you do this?

Yes?

Ask.

Your beath is so warm. Your skin so sweet, like honey. I will bleed for. Will you bleed for me?

Anything?

It has been 465 years. That bastard Matthew, damn him for being right.

Oh, nothing. I just lost a bet with an old friend. You will meet him some day.

Yes, I do have some friends. But not as Father Tomas. Only as the man I am today. I will lay myself bare to you. Kiss me.

KISSING

Ugh. You bit me. I’m bleeding.

Damn the map. I follow a new path today. I trust this is the right decision.

KISSING

Ow. You are a rough one. I say I will bleed for you, and you bleed me?

No, no [HUNGARIAN]. I wish you truly knew what you’ve asked for.

I prefer it rough. And you yet have no idea what I can do to you.

You have no clue at all. KISS. Beautiful. Fuck it all.

I’ll show you everything you want to know, right here in the rectory.

I don’t want to just be your friend. I’ll show you exactly what we are.

Get on your knees, and pray. Pray for forgiveness for what we are about to do.