Page 11 of Dirty Little Saint

I scream as he carves into me with zero care or concern for my flesh. It feels like he’s fucking butchering me. This isn’t sacred or special like the way it was with my guys.

Saliva drips from his mouth as he swirls the knife around for what seems like an eternity. “Such a beautiful sight, little temptress. Red is a good color on you.”

I arch my back as the burn spreads through my belly and then shoots up my spine. This feels different than Riot’s marks. There’s an underlying current of evil that runs through Holden’s blade. It scratches and claws at my bones like a pack of angry wolves. I grunt through it, refusing to let him see me cry.

He steps back and nods to the initiates once more. They release their hold on my wrists and ankles, but I stay still. I don’t trust this monster, and I don’t want to give him a single reason to torture me some more.

He holds up the knife, showing it off to his initiates. “The gate is open. It’s begun.”

“What now?” I breathe.

He snarls down at me. “Now, you will bring yourself to release.”

My stomach flips. Oh, fuck. No, this can’t be happening.

“In… in front of all of you?” I knew he was going to mark me, but this level of depravity is on another level.

He smiles when he sees the horror on my face. “Yes. A woman’s juices are like sweet nectar from the gods. You will release them in this sacred room.” He beckons to his initiates. “Come closer.”

They inch in, making room for each other to get a better view.

Fuck.

When I hesitate, he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Do it, or I’ll do it for you.”

Fuck. Why is this happening?

I gently slide my index finger down the slit of my pussy.

Holden sighs. “Don’t be shy now, little temptress.” He digs his thumb into my freshly carved sigil, and I scream. “Act like you mean it, or this will burn you from the inside out.”

And I believe him.

I pull my pussy lips back, rolling my hips as I stroke myself. Despite my rage, it sends spasms deep inside me. I can’t stop the moan from leaving my lips as I feel the pleasure take hold of me.

“Bear witness to the mark of virility,” Holden shouts. Then he leans down and whispers again in my ear. “You need to touch that spot deep inside you, little temptress.”

The sound of his voice in my ear makes me want to puke, but the pressure building in my core overpowers it. It’s the fucking sigil making me crave release. Fuck.

I try to ignore him and continue to fondle myself. I go back and forth between rubbing my clit and my lips. I hate how fucking wet I am.

Holden grabs a fistful of my hair. “We are entitled to watch you fuck yourself. Now, get those fingers in nice and deep before I flay the skin off your back.”

The heat from my thigh surges, and it really does feel like he’s lit a match underneath me. I grunt in frustration, not wanting to give him what he wants but knowing that I have to.

I push my finger all the way inside my pussy and let out a deep moan. I arch my back, rolling my hips up as I press against my G-spot. Fuck. It feels so fucking good. I try to pretend they’re not there as I add a second finger, flicking wildly against my core.

I pump in and out as the initiates watch me, breathless and silent. It’s fucking creepy as hell, but I don’t even care anymore. My orgasm is starting to build, and all I want to do is surrender to it.

He laughs in my face. “You’re not just their little slut anymore, are you? No, you belong to Nocturnus. To all of us. To me.” He motions to an initiate. “Show her. Mark her with your virility.”

My heart races, but I can’t stop chasing my high. The initiate pulls his robe open, revealing his hard cock. He doesn’t utter a sound as he strokes himself. The vein in his shaft pulses right before a stream of cum bursts out. He shoots it onto my belly.

I scream and try to roll away from it, but Holden pins my shoulders down. “You will take a mark of virility from each one of us. And if you stop fucking yourself one more time, I will let one of them cum in your fucking mouth.”

Fuck. Panic mixed with pleasure sends me into a tailspin. I need to cum and get this over with. I need to show him that the ritual is done.

I work my fingers in and out as my orgasm starts to climb again. I try to ignore the sticky cum on my belly. I try not to touch it too.

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