Warnings: catholic priest kink, breaking holy vows, cursing, sinning – all things fun! Hints of lemons, dirty talk and sneaking around.

Father Itachi

Act 1: Scene 1 [they meet]

Christianity or rather Catholicism was not the religion Itachi was borne into; in fact, his traditional Japanese parents, had they been alive, would have found great distaste in the life he chose. A Catholic priest, a holy man, never loving anything but the lord, never caring for any child, but his flock – this was his life. His little brother, a military man, had always mocked him. This was his final rebellion against their deceased father. This was him saying, the Devil with traditions. However, the religion, his new life, presented to him a chance of something better. A chance for redemption. A chance for growth. It was a plus that he got to teach, he got to mould young minds, help them and if he could, ensure and prevent the pain they would ultimately feel. The pain he felt from being young and foolish. It might seem lofty, but Itachi would try.

Plus, it was the nineties. People were doing great things – maybe this was his great thing.

"Good day students," he greeted, as the new batch of Catholic school girls traipsed into his classroom. He was the history and literature teacher, he would guide the batch of final years for the year. Fresh faced young girls, prancing in their skirts, in their minds they thought themselves more; they thought themselves women. "I am Father Itachi; I will be your history and literature teacher for the year."

He looked down at his sheet, scanning through the names as he called slowly. It was mostly new converts, a lot from the American and British embassies, as well as local Japanese students. He reached H, calling out a name that would haunt in for decades. "Hinata Hyūga," his dusty grey eyes glanced up, seeing a pale, nervous girl.

Though now, as he thought back, those three words were inaccurate. Minute and insufficient, Hinata was not just a girl. She was lovely. She was an earth angel. Regal in her stance, nobility was evident in her cut of her cheekbones and plumb of her lips. Her posture was immaculate, her demeanor modest, meek almost. Midnight blue hair tumbled to cover her face, round with pinkish cheeks. Those lavender eyes, hooded, with fluttering lashes were enchanting. The white of her school shirt contrasted against the ivory of her skin – flush red. Her blue checkered skirt was large, billowy but just as short as the other girls, exposing long, lean legs.

She appeared just as flustered as he felt, but worst at hiding it. "P-Present, Father Itachi,"

Act 1: Scene 2 [ they speak ]

Mother Superior Tsunade, headmistress of the school became a vital, unwitting instigator of their love affair. Before there was an affair, and long before there was love. The headmistress had called him to her office – foolishly, he thought himself exposed. She knew of his two hundred 'Hail Marys' and thirty nights of repentances on his knees, each time after he thought of the Hyuga girl. Her writhing beneath him, her milky breasts overflowing in his palms, her lips wrapped around his – but, God was merciful and his foolish thought was nothing more than a thought.

"The Hyūga heiress needs help," the mother started. "Her father finds her failing grade unacceptable –"

Hinata Hyūga was not failing any class; however, she was getting a B in his history and literature class though definitely not failing.

" – and he asked me to personally seek assistance, now Father, it is up to you to help her. However, her father donates substantially to causes of the church…"

Itachi waved a hand.

And so, it was done.

Friday afternoon, when the classes were cleared out, leaving no one but the mice and termites, Itachi waited for Hinata in his classroom. The twenty-something year old, ran his fingers through his hair, tying the long tresses into a pony as he waited. He arranged his textbooks, fixing them in a particular order; this was what he was doing when she entered.

His eyes caught the pale expanse of her long, toned legs. She wore plain Mary Janes and knee-length white socks. The skirt stopped mid-thigh, he could see the curve of thighs, thick, luscious flesh. The waist of the blue skirt nipped at her slender waist, pulling close the white skirt which covered her two large, round breasts. Hinata was heaving, her cheeks pink and lips parted, as if she ran all the way there.

"Good-afternoon, Father Itachi," she stammered out, her wide eyes shining with shame of her lateness.

What a nervous little mouse, he thought, weasels ate mice.

"Good-afternoon, Miss Hyūga," he clicked his tongue with disapproval. "Please take a seat and let us begin."

She nodded, frantic, taking a seat by where the books were – a combination seat two rows from where he stood. Hinata sat like a lady, crossing her leg over the other, but this caused him to see up her skirt. Unfortunately, he could not if she wore white as he thought.

"I hear you have an issue with my class, which is unfortunate because I hear you positively shine in your other courses," he told her, gathering the books as he walked towards her, placing the thick texts, strategically in front of his crouch.

The priest took a seat beside her, placing the books down as he waited for her response. "I-I don't particularly like reading Sensei – uh, Father."

Itachi nodded, he hummed slightly. "Ah! But we'll have to fix that," he tumbled through his literature books, handing her one of his favorite collections. "Poetry is the best introduction to the literary word." He handed her a copy of Walt Whitman's Selected Works. "You will read at least five poems from this book, and return to our next session for us to discuss."

"O-Okay, Father," she said, nodding eagerly, squirming in her sit. "When will our next session be?"

He smiled at her. "We shall have another one this time Tuesday, you are dismissed." He must admit, he liked the flash of white as her legs scurried off.

Act 1: Scene 3 [ repent ]

Itachi gripped himself firmly for the fortieth time since he met Hinata Hyūga in the genesis of the term. In the dark of his modest room, he moved his hand up and down his erect member. The man imagined a smaller, inexperienced and softer hand there, up and down his length. She would fumble at first, his cock, quite possibly the first she would hold. Through her pink, wet lips, a pink, eager tongue would dart forward, licking the pre-cum from his pee-hole. She would repeat this over the mushroom head of his penis. Licking it around, coating it with her saliva like the shy little mouse she was, and then she would swallow it.

At this point, he would thread fingers through his silky midnight blue hair, as she bobbed her head on the thick head before slowly guiding the more of his cock inside her warm, wet mouth. The roundness of his shaft would brace against the warmth of her cheeks, embracing her as she hummed around his cock. Itachi would whisper dirty words to her, his little schoolgirl whore.

She would pull away at first, and he would have to force her in place, let her grow accustom to the feel of his thick cock in her mouth. The salty taste of his skin, the liquid rush of his arousal and the tickle of his hair. Slowly, he would guide his entire length into her mouth, hitting her throat.

"Such a good little whore," he'd praise, holding her head as he used her for the sake of his oral pleasure. Itachi screamed, coming back to reality as his fantasy led him to his climax, splattering white seed all over the tile of his shower. Washing himself off, Itachi dressed before kneeling beside his bed and saying his prayers. He asked for forgiveness for lusting after a child.

But, there was no part of Itachi that felt remorseful.

Act 1: Scene 4[ chastity ]

It was near to Christmas break when it happened.

The girls of St. Agnes were especially merry and playful around this time of the year, giggling and squealing about the place, playing a bunch of childish games about. It was as endearing as it was irritating. Itachi was not a stiff, but he preferred to have work done then play – did that not make sense? Why play with workload ghosting behind you? He was especially frustrated with the children of his last year class, Hinata's class. They seemed to forget that after the games and folly, they would have to head off to university and engage in life as adults.

This irritated Itachi to say the least, but what could he do? At the end of the day, he was reminded that they were still children in new bodies of womanhood. The good thing was that he had finished the syllabus early, and could return the grades to the young women who sat squirming in their seat.

He called their names, one at a time, letting them leave as they collected their slips with their grades and his comments. Purposefully, he did not go one at a time, he went as he pleased, until Hinata Hyūga was the last girl in the class.

Itachi looked up at her pink face, as she caught her lower lip with her teeth, chewing on it. He could think of better uses for those lips. Coughing, he read her name leisurely. The girl stood like a new born deer, her lovely legs gelatin as she walked towards him. When she came, he could smell the lavender and vanilla body cream rolling off her person as she lingered to read her final grade.

The girl leaped, causing her round chest to bounce delightfully in Itachi's vision. She hugged his neck tightly, pressing her soft, sweet body to his. He felt dirty, but he also felt clean, good by her touch. Purified.

"T-Thank you, F-Father Itachi!" she squeezed him more, overcome with joy. She kissed his cheek, or attempted to, but Itachi turned to capture her lips.

Hinata stayed frozen for a minute. But, shockingly, he felt her lips part and a wet tongue dart against his lips. That was all the encouragement he needed.

Itachi kissed her ravenously, all his pent up passion exposed as he slipped his tongue onto her own and tasted the contours of her sweet, little mouth. She tasted like red bean and the afterthought of mint. He bit her tongue, causing her to cry out; she gripped his pony, holding his hair as she pushed her tongue against his. Their tongues moved together, tangoing between mouths, she felt just as hungry as he was – an equal, greedy deviant. Itachi gripped her thighs, kisser her deeper, fuller, before planting her on his desk. His large, calloused hands part her soft thighs and he stood between them, his groin against her warm, wet one.

Oh, it was a dream for him – to think she wanted him too, she needed him in the same desperate way he needed her. Itachi grinded against her, the harden length of his cock rubbing against the swollen arousal of her pussy, his hands slipping to cup the roundness of her buttocks. The teenager gasped against his mouth when he grasped the two cheeks, wrapped her legs around his waist, desperately wanting to create more friction.

They humped against each other frantic and wanton, until Hinata pulled away, her hooded eyes and wet lips the greatest temptation Itachi ever faced since joining the priesthood at nineteen. She reached to clothed private, trembling hands revealing his bare erection. The stiff cock bounced out of his black clothes, he gripped it and leaned against her.

"L-Let m-me, Father," was her shy plea. The girl took her cock in hand, her small hand a new feel on him, and she gripped the base before falling to her knees. Sticking her pink tongue out, she licked from the base to the tip, languidly and hungrily, as if she had been practicing for that moment all her teenage life.

Itachi let out a hiss and threw his head back, she swallowed the first few inches and hollowed her cheeks, – he would be repenting again tonight it seemed.

Act 2: Scene 1 [ virgin ]

When Hinata first saw him, he was like a page out of one of her romance novels. Tall, dark and handsome were the sum of his looks. Tall, dark and handsome – yes, Father Itachi was all of that and more. Father Itachi was the personified fruit of Eden, he was a tempting, bright red apple, shining and calling for her. The good Father was almost a foot taller than her and ridiculously young to have given up his life for the lord. Though, it was admirable, it was also unfathomable.

He was the talk of the school. All the good little Catholic girls adored their beautiful Father, adored him so much that they all masturbated to the thought of the dear Father fucking them into oblivion. Hinata, though possibly the most virginal of her class, was no different.

She imagined peeling those black clothes of chastity off of his fine figure. Taking the first off his shoulders, fingers ghosting over the ivory muscle of his hard, broad shoulders, firm pecks and firm abs. Unbuttoning the black pants, holding his fat cock and guiding it into her virgin twat. The thickness filling her virginal hole, spreading her wide – she would try to run from it, but he would hold her firm. Hinata trembled unto her fingers, the image of the handsome Father fucking her too much for her to handle.

She came with a silent squeak.

A rap sounded against the stall door, she saw a non-descript black shoes there and hurriedly reattached her skirt. "Y-Yes?"

"Hinata," her friend, Sakura called. "Are you okay? You just ran out of history class, Father Itachi sent me to see if you were alright."

Licking her fingers off, she cleared her throat. "I'm fine, I just, the um, lunch didn't agree."

Sakura made a sympathetic sound as Hinata opened the stall door, her pinkish face warm. "Aw, poor kid," Sakura affectionately teased. "I'll escort you back to Father GQ's class." The girl giggled, hooking her arm with Hinata's.

Act 2: Scene 2 [ schoolgirl ]

What am I doing? Hinata questioned her sanity as she swallowed the tip of Father Itachi's cock. Sliding more in, she was careful with her teeth and hummed against his cock. The feel of his fingers against her scalp sent a chill down her spine – he gripped the tresses, huffing above her.

"Sweet little schoolgirl," he moaned as she moved her tongue around his shaft. Sucking him off with the reverence of a sacrilege nun, bobbing her head, she closed her eyes taking in more; almost choking on the cock.

Itachi moved his hips, pulling out, almost enough just for the tip to stay inside her mouth, then plunging more inside. "Eat my cock, sweet girl." He groaned, moving his hips, in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

Hinata's hand found its way inside her panties, stroking her clit with lusty fury, as she bobbed her head. He soon buckled, gripping her head as he thrusted his entire cock inside her mouth and throat, spurting cum down her throat. The man groaned, pulling out from her mouth, causing a stream of cum to drip down her pink lips, down the column of her throat, onto the tips of her white shirt. He collapsed into his seat, chest heaving. You're so beautiful, Hinata thought, licking her lips.

Keeping his station in mind and who she was, Hinata leaned forward, giving his cock a soft kiss before running out of the classroom.

Act 3: Scene 1 [ human ]

The New Year rolled in, and carnations blossomed around the school property. Soon, the new semester would begin. Already, parents were dropping off their children to the dorms. From the top floor, where the faculty lived, he could see the teenagers scurrying in like ants. The swarm of them giggling and laughing as they reconnected. But he was looking for one, just one little schoolgirl with a naughty mouth. Eventually, he moved from the window, feeling every bit of the creep he probably was. Itachi fell to his knees, clutching the beaded string of his rosary, shutting his eyes in prayer.

He did an unforgivable thing, he felt dirty in the full extent of his delirious sin. Yet, as he prayed for redemption, as he bowed his head in prayer, there was no part of him that felt remorse. Did this make him foul? Was he a heathen from the worst pits of hell? He had kissed that girl, that barely eighteen year old girl, with unbridled passion then allowed her to place her mouth on his cock and suck him thoroughly until he painted the inside and outside of her throat with his seed. Or was he human?

After hours of praying, his knees burned and his throat sore, he rose to his full height. Itachi took his pitcher of water, cautiously throwing some into his glass. Drinking the room temperature water, he relished in the liquid evidence of the lord running down his throat. He looked at the clock on the wall, seeing the time strike eleven in the evening. The sun had long since set, the world thrown into pitch black night.

A rapping at his door forced him to move, opening it – he saw the figure of a girl, rubbing his eyes and blinking, he switched his light on. It was Hinata. She wore a baby doll dress, white, with lace trimming mid-thigh and a pair of flats. Her hair was tied back in a high pony, the long hair in the wind, her face bare and beautiful, god, she was simply alluring. Itachi reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside, shutting the door with a slam. "What are you doing here, Hinata?" he questioned – this was risky, there was a chance of another faculty member finding her. Or worst, Mother Superior or Father.

She trembled under his gaze, and he briefly remembered she was a girl. "I-I came to s-s-see you, Father Itachi." Her other hand pressed to his flaccid cock. "I-I missed you." Itachi stiffened. In his room, he did not wear his robes, just his black pants and a simple white t-shirt. Who would have thought the little shy girl who barely stammered responses to him in class would be grabbing his cock in the dark of his room? Definitely not him – but the cool of her hand against the warmth of him, felt good.

Reaching behind her, he locked the door and picked her up, eliciting a squeak from her mouth. Placing her on his small bed, Itachi kissed her neck and fiddled to get under her skirt. His fingers hooked the crouch of her underwear, brushing against her hairless snatch, before tearing it.

"O-Oh, Father," she mewled, wiggling beneath him.

Itachi rubbed her furiously. "Do you like the way my fingers feel on your virgin cunt, Miss Hyūga?"

The girl blushed, nodding, moving her hips against his hand. "Y-yes,"

The Father, inserted two digits into her – not surprised at the tightness of her wet, slippery vagina. In and out he went, fiddling her clitoris, the girl squirmed, rocking her hips in a fast, greedy pace. More, more, she wanted more.

And Itachi would that to her – just as she reached the brink, he withdrew and kissed her mouth, cupping her breasts. Massaging the soft, squishy round appendages of pleasure eagerly. He pulled on her nipples, and bit her tongue.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, slipping on hand to his erect cock. He rubbed the tip to her wet pussy, dripping arousal onto his mushroom head.

Hinata nodded, her mouth open, but wordless. Itachi slid into her, he moaned as she yelled – no longer virgin.

And he suddenly felt heaven.

Act 3: Scene 2 [ penultimate ]

Hinata was bouncing on top of him, the braless breasts jiggling violently in the constraints of her white shirt. He gripped her waist, growling as she moaned into his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails into her flesh as her teeth bit his tongue. Fast and deep, his cock filled her tight, wet cunt. They had to be fast and thorough; this was how they were each time they got to chance to be together. Careful not to get caught as they enjoyed themselves throughout the semester, Itachi had fucked the little Hyūga at all parts of the building, and every part of her body.

He had erupted in her mouth, as she sat beneath his desk while he graded papers or while he was in the confessional, hearing girls confess their silly sins, while he skull-fucked their classmate.

Held her fat, milky breasts to the thickness of his cock as he thrusted on her small cot in her dorm, painting her lilac sheets ivory – he had sodomized her repeatedly. Enjoying the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he fingered her pussy as he emptied his load in her anus.

"Itachi!" she groaned against him as he came inside her, riding out her own orgasm on his twitching cock. "So f-full," she whimpered as he caught her sensitive nipple in his mouth.

They parted; she rose from his lap, cum dripping down to her white socks as she stood on trembling feet. He stood as well, wiping off his cock and fixing himself. Itachi, hugged her close, kissing her softly. "I hear you're graduating tomorrow," he told her, helping her hook her bra.

Hinata nodded her pretty blush evident. "Y-Yes."

"Congratulations."

Act 4: Scene 1 [ the closing ]

Hinata did not see Itachi at her graduation. She did not see him when she walked across the stage, when she collected her trophies, or thanked the Headmistress or nuns or fathers. The man she grew to love was nowhere to be seen as she left him behind for the last time.

She felt just a little worthless.

But Hinata powered through, she moved out of the tiny town, into the city and enrolled in the medical program. She became an independent college girl for the first few months of her life in the new city, liberated and mature, she was free.

Yet, there was something weighing on her. Without Itachi, it didn't feel that free. Her illustriously taboo affair with the handsome Father had been an awakening in more than one way for her, he taught her things about herself, her body and who she wanted to be. The man made her into a woman, and for that, she'd always be grateful, even if she could never have him.

I promise I won't remove this again! Again, so so sorry for removing it to begin with. I made minor edits, nothing too big.