Page 12 of Dirty Little Saint

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as I clench around my fingers. A deep spasm reverberates through my core, sending tingles to every inch of my body.

“That’s it. Surrender. Give your power over to Nocturnus.” He sends another initiate up as I ride it out, who does the same as the last. This time I feel the thick cum dripping down my calf.

All I can do is moan as my orgasm climbs into another one. The sigil on my thigh sends what feels like little electric shocks straight to my core. Riot’s sigil flares in response and mimics it. I can’t stop bucking like a wild animal now as, one by one, all the initiates jerk themselves off on me.

I’m covered in their cum.

A gurgling cry escapes from my throat as I come down from the rush.

Fuck. It’s fucking over.

Holden raises his hands above his head. “The first two who step forward will get the honor of bathing our little temptress.”

I roll over and try to cover myself with the black altar cloth. “Just let me go back to my room. I can clean myself up.”

“You think it’s over?” He lets out the wickedest laugh I’ve ever heard. “We are far from done here, Miss Blackwell. We will get you cleaned up and ready for the next part.”

Oh, fuck, no. “What’s the next part? How many parts are there?”

“You’ll see,” Holden sneers right before two initiates step forward and clasp onto my wrists.

There is a bucket full of water at my feet. The two masked initiates take turns dipping their sponges into it. I am beyond fighting now. There’s nothing I can do but surrender.

“Cleansing is a powerful part of any ritual. You must wash away your sins and start anew.” Holden spews his bullshit like he thinks he’s a god.

The sponges are rough and scratchy, but it’s better than being covered in initiate cum.

They take turns scrubbing me. I flinch every time one of them rubs their sponge over my breasts or down my ass crack. But I grit my teeth and continue to bear it.

And Holden enjoys every second of my displeasure and humiliation. “Make sure you clean all of that disgusting cum from her pussy,” he commands to one of the initiates.

My stomach turns. Fuck. “No.”

He arches an eyebrow at me. “How dare you tell me no, temptress. You agreed to this punishment. I know you’re a traitor, but are you a liar too?”

My cheeks flame, but I shake my head. “No, I’m not.” I let out a deep breath as he nods for them to continue.

One of the initiates separates the folds of my pussy back while the other slowly swirls the sponge inside me, forcefully raking my tender flesh with it in a circular motion. I have to lean back against the other one so I don’t lose my footing. I feel his hard cock poke against my ass through his altar robe, and my stomach knots.

Holden laughs. “Yeah, that’s it. Clean that filthy cunt.”

The one standing behind me lifts my leg, opening me up wider. I hear the other one’s breath hitch as he drags the sponge up and down the length of me, his gloved fingers grazing my folds.

Holden shakes his head. “Lie her down.”

I have to fight back the bile because fuck knows what he’d do to me if I puked all over them.

They urge me down, and I lie back without protest. The one from behind grabs a sponge and starts on my breasts again, working it in slow circles.

Holden claps in delight. “That’s it. Wash away all that filth.”

The other one gawks at me through the mask, his eyes glazing with lust and depravity. He’s enjoying every minute of my humiliation. All of them are. Especially Holden.

Holden snaps his fingers, and another initiate stalks over. He pushes my thighs apart while the new one pours water from a pitcher down my slit.

Holden snickers. “This is Nocturnus holy water, little temptress. It’s going to sanctify that blasphemous cunt of yours.”

This is all for Zeke. I get that now. This isn’t about recognizing me as a Nocturnus member. No. It’s about punishment and revenge. It’s about control.

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