Page 5 of Deadliest Throne

My eyes widen. What the hell. “Shit,” I hiss, turning around, ready to run before they see me. What the fuck is Hunter playing at. If he thinks this is some funny joke, I’m going to make it so they can’t contribute to future babies.

"Stop," a deep voice sounds as I turn. My body freezes, and I'm about to apologize for my boyfriend's sense of humor when I realize that I know that voice.

Spinning around, my eyes snap up to the two priests. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Now, now, Sister Raven,” Taylor tsks. “That's no way to talk in the house of God.” My brows shoot up. What the fuck is going on?

“I think she needs to come here and repent for her sins,” Travis adds.

Is he for real right now? I’m stunned for a moment, my eyes bouncing between the two of them before huffing out a little laugh. Giving in, I walk over to them. Alright, they wanna play, I’ll play their little game.

“Sorry, Father,” I tell them in a bit of a snarky tone. “Or is it Fathers?”

Taylor’s lip twitches. “Come here.”

Both he and Travis stand there, tall and looming, dressed in priest robes and everything. While my outfit is clearly from a Halloween store, the adult section if the lack of fabric is anything to go by, theirs look a little bit more legit.

Doing as I’m asked, I approach them, trying to hide my grin as their gazes devour my body. Dirty boys, they seem to enjoy seeing me dressed like this.

Never thought role playing was on the table, but I mean, they dress up in masks and chase me naked through the woods, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

“So, Father,” I say, doing my best to slip into the role. “What would you like?” I ask them both.

As Travis walks around the altar, Taylor steps behind me. I can feel him towering over me, his body pressed against mine. His stiff cock digging into my ass. My eyes flutter closed, and I don’t suppress the moan that slips free.

“Dirty little thing, aren't you?” Taylor’s chuckle is low, thick and gravely, sending a shiver through my whole body.

“I’m not the priest with a stiff cock. Isn’t that frowned upon, Father? Maybe you're the dirty one,” I whisper.

His warm breath fans against my ear. “Oh, trust me, Foxy Girl, the thoughts going through my mind about you are downright filthy.”

“A mouth like that needs to be punished,” Travis says, and my eyes slowly open. “We can’t have you speaking such vile things, now can we?”

“Absolutely not,” Taylor agrees, and I gasp when he spins me around quickly and picks me up, setting me on top of the altar.

My breathing picks up, my chest rising and falling as Taylor steps between my legs. “W-what kind of punishment?” I ask in a breathy tone. I have no idea what kind of game we’re playing, or how far they plan on taking it, but I’m down for whatever they want to do with me, to me.

Heat grows in my belly as my pussy clenches. This is just plain cruel, teasing me like this, knowing how needy I’ve been for them lately.

“If you insist on using that dirty little mouth of yours, I think we have a better use for it,” Taylor murmurs, the look in his eyes promising me that whatever is about to happen, I’m not going to be disappointed.

“Like what?” I bite my lower lip, gasping when he wraps his hand around my throat. He pushes me back as he uses his other hand to slide my ass to the edge of the altar until I’m laying flat on my back with my head hanging over the other side.

A thrill runs through me when I see Travis’ cock in his hand. “Open up. Show me just how naughty that mouth can be,” Travis demands.

I swallow hard, my body trembling with need. “Yes, Father,” I whisper, watching his big hand wrap around his thick, hard cock as he slowly strokes himself. Precum leaks from the tip, and I lick my lips, wanting to taste him.

This is wrong, so damn wrong, and I’m so thankful I don’t believe in religion because whatever is about to happen in this church, on this altar, would send us straight to hell.

“Open up,” Travis commands, stepping forward. I do, opening nice and wide as I stick my tongue out, eager to suck his cock. He chuckles. “Such an eager one, aren't you? To pleasure her father.” Okay, maybe that part is a bit off, but also... oddly hot? God, we’re all fucked in the head, so who cares at this point.

My eyes close as Travis slides into my mouth. I gag when he hits the back of my throat; this angle is not something I’m used to.

His masculine groan of pleasure has my pussy weeping. “So fucking warm.” Travis replaces Taylor’s hand with his own, wrapping it around my throat. “Now, take your punishment like a good girl,” he tells me, voice a thick rumble as he pulls almost all the way out, tracing my lips with the head of his cock before thrusting back in. My hands shoot out, gripping his hips. His hand tightens around my throat, and I moan, that fire in my belly growing.

This, this is what I needed. For them to stop treating me like I’m going to break.

"I'm not sure if this punishment is working," Taylor says, and Travis's thrusts start to pick up pace as he fucks my mouth. I'm trying not to gag, to keep my mouth open and relax my throat, but I gasp around Travis' cock when Taylor grabs my legs and widens them. "From the looks of it, she likes this punishment."

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