CARMELA VISITING FATHER OZARIO & SISTER YESSI (PART 1) MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: (PTSD DREAMS)
CARMELA
VISITING
FATHER OZARIO
&
SISTER YESSI
(Part 1 of 2)
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
CARMELA VISITING
FATHER OZARIO
&
SISTER YESSI
(PTSD DREAMS)
"For We Wrestle Not
Against Flesh & Blood
But
Against Principalities
Against Powers
Against
The Rulers of the Darkness
Of this World
&
Against
Spiritual Wickedness
In High Places"
(EPHESIANS 6:12)
In the shadowed recesses of St. Stephen's Chapel within the ancient St. Lucy Catholic Church, the air hung thick with incense and unspoken sin.
The dim glow of red glass candles flickered across the stone walls, casting crimson hues that danced like flames from the underworld itself.
Father Ozario, a stern Italian priest in his fifties with long, greasy black hair cascading over his black and gold robes, stood before the altar.
His gold chain crucifix gleamed faintly as he clutched the sacred chalice, his voice murmuring Latin incantations to ward off the unnatural heat permeating the holy space.
Carmela, portrayed in her fifties with short, voluminous blonde hair framing her sharp, seductive features, knelt provocatively before him.
Her short dark blue dress clung to her curves, riding up to reveal the lace tops of her black nylons and the tantalizing edge of her black thong.
Small cleavage teased from the low neckline as she arched her back, her blue heels digging into the worn kneeler.
Her hands, manicured and insistent, rubbed slowly up the priest's robes, tracing the outline of his hardening resolve beneath the fabric.
"Father"
She whispered
Her voice a husky purr laced
With Desperation & Desire:
"Forgive me"
"For
I have Sinned"
"Again & Again."
Her eyes, dark with perverse hunger
Locked onto his
Lips parted in invitation
As she pressed her body closer
Grinding subtly against the altar's edge
In a mockery of prayer.
Father Ozario's breath hitched, his face a mask of conflicted piety. He could sense it—the insidious presence slithering through the chapel like smoke.
Asmodeus, the Demon of Lust, lurked in the shadows, amused by the corruption unfolding in this sanctified place.
The priest had felt the demon's influence growing, feeding on Carmela's insatiable cravings that had drawn her here night after night, confessing not for absolution but for forbidden release.
To curb her escalating lust, to banish the demonic taint before it consumed them both, Father Ozario had summoned aid from the convent:
Sister Nun Yessi, a young white novice with an innocent facade that belied the vulnerability Asmodeus exploited.
The chapel door creaked open, and Sister Yessi entered, her black and white habit and hood framing a face of ethereal beauty, though the habit's neckline dipped scandalously low, revealing unexpected cleavage that seemed almost deliberate in this twisted ritual.
Her eyes widened at the sight before her—Carmela on her knees, hands brazenly caressing the priest's thighs through his robes, her backside raised in lewd supplication.
"Come, Sister,"
Father Ozario commanded
His voice strained yet authoritative, gesturing her forward while trying to pull away from Carmela's grasp.
"This woman's soul is besieged by the Demon of Lust. We must perform the rite of purification together—bind her desires through shared sacrament, lest Asmodeus claim her fully."
Carmela turned her head, a wicked smile curling her lips as she eyed the nun.
"Oh, Sister... Join Us."
"Help Me... "
"Tame this Raging Wild-Fire"
"Burning Out of Control Inside of me."
Her words dripped with seduction, one hand still rubbing insistently along the priest's robe while the other reached out invitingly toward Yessi.
Hesitant at first, Sister Yessi approached the altar, her habit swishing softly. But as she neared, the demonic influence thickened the air, a palpable heat that made her cheeks flush and her breath quicken.
Asmodeus watched invisibly from the rafters, his amusement a silent chuckle echoing in the ether, delighting in how his presence twisted piety into perversion.
Father Ozario lifted the chalice
Filled with Holy Wine
Consecrated
Yet now tainted by the unfolding blasphemy.
"Drink"
He intoned, offering it first to Carmela.
She rose slightly on her knees, pressing her body against his leg as she sipped deeply, red wine trickling down her chin onto her cleavage.
Then to Sister Yessi, who drank with trembling hands, the liquid warming her from within, loosening inhibitions like infernal poison.
Emboldened by the wine and the demon's whisper, Carmela pulled Sister Yessi closer.
Their lips met in a forbidden tongue kiss—slow, exploratory, then fervent.
Carmela's tongue danced invasively, tasting the wine on the nun's mouth, while her hands roamed, one slipping under the habit to caress soft skin, the other continuing its perverse rub against the priest's now-unyielding arousal beneath his robes.
Father Ozario, meant to exorcise the lust, found himself ensnared. His free hand gripped the altar as he watched, then joined, pulling Sister Yessi into an embrace from behind.
The threesome unfolded in demonic symphony: Carmela kneeling once more, her backside presented as she alternated kisses between the nun and teasing touches on the priest.
Sister Yessi, habit disheveled, cleavage heaving, surrendered to deep, wet kisses with Carmela while Father Ozario's hands explored the sacred barriers of her vows.
They passed the chalice again and again, drinking deeply as bodies pressed together in the red candlelight.
Carmela's moans echoed softly against the stone, seductive pleas for more "mercy," more "absolution."
The priest's robes parted under insistent hands, revealing his submission to the ritual's corruption.
Sister Yessi, caught between them, her tongue entwining with Carmela's in passionate deviance while the priest's lips claimed her neck.
Asmodeus reveled in it all, his presence fueling every touch, every gasp, every sip from the chalice that now symbolized not salvation but surrender.
The holy place desecrated for his amusement, the threesome lost in a haze of lustful ritual—perverse prayers answered not by God, but by the demon who watched, eternally entertained by the fall of the faithful.
In the flickering crimson glow of the red glass candles, the threesome had devolved into a full-blown profane rite upon the altar of St. Stephen’s Chapel.
Father Ozario’s black and gold robes hung open, his gold crucifix swaying wildly against his sweat-slicked chest as he thrust slowly, deliberately, into Sister Yessi from behind.
The young nun, her habit pushed up around her waist and hood fallen back, was bent over the sacred cloth, her cleavage spilling from the disheveled black-and-white garb as she moaned into Carmela’s mouth in a deep, wet tongue kiss.
Carmela, still on her knees beside them, had one hand buried beneath her own short dark blue dress, fingers working shamelessly between her thighs over the soaked black thong, while her other hand stroked the priest’s exposed shaft each time he pulled back from the nun.
Her short blonde hair was tousled, lipstick smeared, eyes gleaming with wicked delight as she fixed her gaze on Father Ozario’s strained, guilt-ridden face.
“Oh, Father”
Carmela purred
Voice low and dripping with mockery
“bless me, for I am sinning… right now.”
She leaned closer, lips brushing his ear as he groaned and pushed deeper into Sister Yessi.
“I confess I’ve dreamed of your holy cock inside me every night since my last confession.
I touched myself thinking of you defiling this altar… just like you’re defiling her sweet little nun cunt right now.”
Father Ozario shuddered, trying to mutter a prayer, but Carmela’s words coiled around him like smoke.
She licked the shell of his ear, then pulled back to watch his face contort with forbidden pleasure.
“I Confess”
She continued, louder now, her fingers circling faster between her own legs
“that I want to taste her off you.
I want to lick every drop of that pure sister’s juices from your sinful prick before you fuck me next.
Tell me, Father… do you think Jesus is watching? Does He like seeing His shepherd rutting like a beast in His house?”
Sister Yessi whimpered at the blasphemy, but her hips pushed back greedily against the priest, betraying her body’s surrender.
Carmela laughed softly—a throaty, wicked sound—and reached forward to grasp the nun’s habit, yanking her into another sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss before breaking away to taunt again.
“I confess I summoned him here, Father,” Carmela whispered, eyes flicking upward to the shadowed rafters where Asmodeus’s invisible presence lingered, feasting on their corruption.
“I prayed to the wrong god for this. I begged Asmodeus to make you hard for me, to make you break your vows… and look how beautifully you’re obeying.”
She slid her free hand up the priest’s thigh, cupping his balls as he drove into the nun, squeezing gently in rhythm with his thrusts.
“I confess I’m going to come just watching you damn yourself. And when you finally spill inside her…"
"I’m going to make you watch me clean it all up with my tongue. Every drop of your sacred seed, Father."
"Then you’ll confess to me… how much you love being my filthy, fallen priest.”
Father Ozario’s control cracked; a guttural moan escaped him as his pace quickened, hips slapping against Sister Yessi’s flesh.
Carmela’s perverse confessions echoed softly off the stone walls, each word another chain binding him deeper into the demonic indulgence, while Asmodeus watched in silent, eternal amusement from the darkness above.
The chapel’s air was thick with the scent of melted wax, spilled wine, and raw carnality as the demonic rite reached its fevered crescendo.
In the shadowed recesses of St. Stephen's Chapel within the ancient St. Lucy Catholic Church, the air hung thick with incense and unspoken sin.
The dim glow of red glass candles flickered across the stone walls, casting crimson hues that danced like flames from the underworld itself.
Carmela, her short dark blue dress hiked up around her hips and black thong yanked aside, straddled Father Ozario reverse on the altar steps.
His black and gold robes were pooled around his waist, gold crucifix tangled between their sweat-slicked bodies as he thrust upward into her with desperate, rhythmic strokes.
Sister Yessi knelt beside them, habit half-torn away, breasts fully exposed, fingers buried deep inside herself while she watched with glazed, lust-drunk eyes.
Suddenly, Carmela’s hand shot forward like a striking serpent. Her sharp, manicured nails—painted blood-red—dug into the priest’s throat, pinning him back against the stone.
His eyes widened, a choked gasp escaping as her grip tightened just enough to make his pulse thunder beneath her fingers.
“Not yet, Father,” she hissed, voice low and venomous with command, grinding down hard to take him to the hilt.
“You don’t get to cum until you’ve satisfied me completely. You don’t spill that filthy priest seed until you’ve confessed—out loud—every twisted thing you’ve ever wanted to do to a sinner like me.”
Her hips rolled slowly, torturously, denying him the frantic pace he craved. The priest’s face flushed crimson, veins standing out against her claw-like hold.
“Say It.”
She demanded, nails pricking his skin as she rode him with deliberate cruelty.
“Confess while you fuck me. Tell me how long you’ve stroked yourself in the rectory thinking of bending me over this altar."
"Tell me you’ve imagined forcing your cock down my throat during Mass. Tell me you’ve prayed to Asmodeus himself to let you damn your soul inside me.”
Father Ozario’s lips trembled. A broken Latin prayer died on his tongue, replaced by a hoarse, shameful whisper that grew louder with every punishing downward thrust of Carmela’s body.
“I…jusConfess”
He rasped, voice cracking as her nails eased just enough to let him speak.
“I’ve defiled myself imagining your mouth on me during the Eucharist… imagined spilling on your tongue instead of the chalice…
God forgive me, I’ve wanted to fuck you on consecrated ground since the first time you knelt in my confessional…”
Carmela’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy at his words, her free hand reaching to yank Sister Yessi closer by the remnants of her veil.
“Louder, Father. Let Him hear you renounce everything.”
“I confess I’m a whore for your cunt,”
He groaned, hips bucking helplessly now as she finally allowed a faster rhythm.
“I confess I want to paint your sinful face with my seed… want to watch you share it with her… want to watch you both drown in it…”
The words broke him. With a strangled cry, he pulled free at the last second, Carmela’s iron grip on his throat guiding him up. He knelt over the two women as they tumbled together onto the cold chapel floor in a frenzy of limbs and torn fabric.
Carmela and Sister Yessi rolled across the stone, half-undressed, sweaty bodies sliding together in desperate tribbing—thighs locked, slick cores grinding in wet, rhythmic friction.
Their mouths never parted, deep spit-swapping kisses messy and ravenous, tongues dueling as strings of saliva connected their lips.
Father Ozario’s climax hit like a profane benediction. Thick ropes of cum streaked across both their faces—splattering Carmela’s sharp cheekbones, Sister Yessi’s parted lips, dripping down chins and onto exposed breasts.
They moaned into each other’s mouths, grinding harder, smearing his release between their cheeks as they kissed through it.
Hands roamed greedily, scooping the warm glaze from skin and feeding it to one another—fingers sucked clean with lewd, worshipful attention.
Carmela licked a streak from Yessi’s jaw before pushing two cum-coated fingers into the nun’s eager mouth; Yessi returned the favor, gathering from her own breast to slide them between Carmela’s lips.
All the while, their hips never stopped—tribbing frantically on the desecrated floor, bodies glistening with sweat and seed, lost in the final throes of Asmodeus’s delighted spectacle.
The red candlelight flickered over their entwined forms, casting demonic shadows that danced in approval as the last echoes of the priest’s broken confessions faded into heavy, sated breathing.
The chapel fell into a sudden, unnatural hush. The red candles guttered as though caught in a breath that was not of this world, their flames stretching tall and thin before snapping back to steady crimson points.
Then the shadows between the rafters thickened, coalescing into a presence that was both beautiful and terrible.
Asmodeus manifested—only briefly, yet long enough to sear himself into their mortal senses.
He appeared suspended above the altar, a towering figure of obsidian skin and molten gold eyes, vast leathery wings half-unfurled like living darkness.
Curved horns swept back from a face of aristocratic cruelty, lips curled in a knowing, amused smile that revealed sharp ivory fangs.
His body was sculpted perfection—broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist, every muscle defined as though carved by a master who delighted in temptation itself.
A faint shimmer of heat rippled around him, carrying the scent of smoldering myrrh and something far more primal.
He was naked save for chains of black gold that looped loosely around his hips and thighs, links glowing faintly as though forged in hellfire.
Between his legs hung the unmistakable evidence of his dominion over lust—heavy, proud, and unashamed.
Father Ozario froze mid-motion, still kneeling, chest heaving, cum cooling on his spent cock.
Sister Yessi and Carmela paused in their writhing on the stone floor, faces glazed and glistening, lips still connected by a thin strand of shared saliva and seed.
All three looked up, transfixed, as the demon’s gaze swept over them like a lover’s caress and a predator’s claim.
Carmela’s breath hitched, her sharp nails digging into Yessi’s thigh. A slow, wicked smile spread across her smeared lips.
“THERE YOU ARE!”
She whispered, voice husky with reverence and hunger.
“My Beautiful Prince.”
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
FURTHER
REFERENCES:
INTRODUCTIONS
DEMONS & FAMILIARS:
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/introductions-demons-familiars.html?m=1
AN
INTRODUCTION
PART 2
FEMME DEITIES & DEMONESS’:
VISITING THE MADONNA
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/an-introduction-part-2-femme-deities.html?m=1
THE MOTHER GODDESS
VISITING THE MADONNA
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/the-mother-goddess-visiting-madonna.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
LOKI
&
THE MOTHER GODDESS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-loki.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA: "MATTY ORLANDO"
VISITING THE MADONNA
(& MEETING WOLF-DEMON AAMON)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-visiting.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO "
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS: MAMMON
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-meeting-demon.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
RETURNS TO VISIT MAMMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-returns-to.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
MATTY ORLANDO
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & BLACK PULLET
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-meeting.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS:
ASTAROTH & ASMODEUS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-astaroth-asmodeus-ptsd.html?m=1
WITH
EXTRAORDINARY
ALL NEW AI GENERATED IMAGES
USING WORD PROMPTS
DEMONS
"LILITH & AAMON"
(MEADOW & JACKIE JR)
A SUPPLIMENT FOR
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/demons-lilith-aamon-meadow-jackie-jr.html?m=1
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
LILITH SUCCUBUS & INCUBUS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-lilith-succubus.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"PAN"
GREEK GOAT GOD
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-pan-greek.html?m=1
"The Great God Pan is not Dead."
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTYO"
MATTY ORLANDO
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
MORE PAN
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/matilda-aka-mattyo-matty-orlando.html?m=1
(OUT IN THE WOODS)
MEETING DEMONS
(PTSD DREAMS)
A PICTORIAL NARRATIVE
JANICE
(LA MADRE ORSA)
VISITING
CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(MEETS AAMON THE WOLF DEMON)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-pictorial-narrative-ptsd.html?m=1
FROM
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
APPENDIX II:
"Conspiracy of Crows"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/07/the-young-sopranos-appendix-ii.html?m=1
(The Ghost of Tony Soprano
Appears to Carmela)
FURTHER INTRODUCTIONS
OF DEMONIC DEITIES
LAMIA & JOHN KEATS
(PTSD DREAMS)
ELECTRA
AKA: "ELLIE"
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
BALAAM THE FALSE PROPHET
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/electra-aka-ellie-meeting-demon-spirits.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
MOTHER GODDESS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-mother.html?m=1
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
URSALUPUS
ENCOUNTERS DEMON RAUM
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-ursalupus-ptsd.html?m=1
AN
ANALYSIS
OF
"THE UNHINGING CRUX"
(Meadow's Virgin Islands Confessions)
FROM
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS(TYS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/analysis-of-unhinging-crux-from-young.html?m=1
AN ANALYSIS &
PHOTO ALBUM OF MEADOW'S MANY FACES
W/CARMELA COMPARISON
A SUPPLIMENT
OF
"THE YOUNG SOPRANOS"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/07/read-young-sopranos-source.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTY ORLANDO"
"MATILDA"
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL (1994)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-from-leon-professional-1994.html?m=1
MATILDA II
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-ii-from-leon-professional.html?m=1
"MATILDA" III
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-iii-from-leon-professional-1994.html?m=1
"MATILDA" IV
RESCUING BEETHOVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-iv-rescuing-beethoven.html?m=1
"MATILDA" V
MATTY ORLANDO
DATING "JOHNNY B. GOODE"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-v-dating-johnny-b-goode.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA: "MATTY ORLANDO"
VI
MAKE-UP PRACTICE SESSION
W/ JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vi-make-up.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
VII
MEMENTO MORI
(DRUNKEN DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vii-memento.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTY ORLANDO"
SUBWAY RAT DREAMS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-subway-rat.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
VII
MATTY ORLANDO'S
(Narrative)
"SECRET LIFE"
(W/ OUT JOHNNY B. GOODE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vii-matty.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
RESCUES BEETHOVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime.html?m=1
MORE
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
DATING
JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-dating-johnny-b.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
MEMENTO MORI
(ROMANCING THE DEAD)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-memento-mori.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
MAKE-UP PRACTICE SESSION
W/ JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-make-up-practice.html?m=1
"Johnny B. Goode"
(Live at the Fillmore East, NYC, NY - 1970) · Johnny Winter
https://youtu.be/gEayVWiJtLg?si=iePgaGvJVwQXTAmp
"MATTY ORLANDO"
INSPIRED
BY:
LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
(1994)
https://youtu.be/Pf0JW-cAFTs?si=-BMWviJ-Dham07HD
RAYMOND CURTO JR
DIMEO CRIME FAMILY
(FICTITIOUS CHARACTER WITH MS)
"Our Vision: A World Free of MS"
Delivering Breakthroughs to a Cure
Invested $1.1 billion into research since 1946
Please Consider
Donating to MS SOCIETY:
https://donate.nationalmssociety.org/pages/8528
CAITLYN (MOLTISANTI) SOPRANO
(FICTITIOUS CANCER SURVIVOR)
Please
Consider Donating:
ST JUDES
CHILDREN HOSPITAL
ALL
AI GENERATED IMAGES
CREATED BY USING
WORD PROMPTS
2026
Comments
Post a Comment