Page 5 of Altar of Flesh

Two things came to mind. First, they knew of my real nature and what I had done to Bishop Fazio. This would only be possible if they had managed to roll away the blockage that had sealed mine and the bishop’s body in the cave, and perhaps their faith in my goodness would allow them to craft some other fantasy that might override the grim reality. That a demon had caused it all to happen. That the cave was full of evil. That it was a mouth to Hell and all inside had occurred without the actions of a desperate whore—the locals already believed this, as Bishop Fazio had told me.

If this wasn’t the true reason I felt fear, then only the second option remained: that others in the abbey harboured forbidden desires as obscene as my own, and I had squandered my time in two ways. I could have had them, and they could have had me.

I feared that not only had I waited too long, but I had waited for no good reason.

I shivered at the thought, and roughly, I was called back to the present moment by something pressing into my mouth.

I opened wide on instinct, but it was not Malphas’ member nor that of an imp. As my vision cleared and my senses returned, I felt the long-nailed fingers of Malphas encompassing my head. Its hand was pressed against my face, and something had split from its palm—a long, fleshy thing that was pushing down my throat.

I gagged. My body revolted, spasming around the intrusion. Little air made it in. and as I writhed, kicking the air weakly, with Malphas’ body too far for me to reach, I thought:am I dying?

“Ah, those hags discovered thee,” Malphas said. Whatever part of its body was in my throat writhed, and I groaned, choking pathetically around it. The saliva in my mouth began to spill from my lips. “Thou hast eaten from mine own realm.”

Oh-I tried to speak. Indistinct and muffled sound spilled wetly from my throat. Malphas hushed me and cupped my face with a gentle touch.

“’tis not this I shall punish thee for, for the act o’ indulgence is not sinful. Nought thee could do in the way o’ desire is worthy o’ punishment in this place. But now that thou hast eaten and thy mortal flesh is settled, thou art one o’ Hell’s creatures. There is no turning back for thou. I must rid thee o’ thy priestly scent all the more.”

Then, roughly, it pulled its flesh out of me. Thick, stringy saliva fell from my mouth. My throat was raw, and when I gasped, the air felt scalding against the scraped internal flesh. Malphas made a noise like a low chuckle and patted my cheek, though not gently. Coughing, I gasped for air again. “What—what was that?”

I watched as something resembling a meaty tube retreated into Malphas’ palm, which sported a gaping human-like mouth. The skin of the palm puckered around it, forming makeshift lips, and it was toothless. But the tube, with its wet opening, slid slickly back into the gash. I whimpered. Malphas groaned at whatever look took over my face and gripped my chin hard.

“These imps are lesser demons in many ways, little human,” it rumbled. The cheers in the stand took on a new kind of sound, a fretful, eager noise—whooping, a clicking of tongues that sounded faintly like animals scratching at doors. Malphas said, “Where many named denizens o’ Hell wert servants and followers o’ the angels who fell, imps themselves wert born in Hell itself. Their minds are made entirely o’ sin. They do best withal orders, withal encouragement, near mindless is their existence. And so I have given them an order.”

Without further explanation, it stepped back and returned to its earlier position, sinking that thick, resplendent body into the stone chair, and in the low light, its skin glinted like black opal, and I could see God’s make in its body. I could see how it had once been a servant of Heaven and how its form would have frightened any normal mortal, and more than that, I understood implicitly how insignificant humanity was. The muscular arms and legs of Malpahs spread, and its thick cock grew hard. Its black eyes remained open, deep tar pits that flowed out to me, glinting like the night sky.

“Prove thyself,” Malphas commanded.

And the imps descended.

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CHAPTER THREE

Iknew how foolish it would be to stiffen or fight or resist. And yet, if a part of me wanted this, another part filled with fear. My eyes dashed to the rows upon rows of cheering imps, but not one of them flung themselves from the stands to get to me. Instead, they came from above.

I flinched away on instinct, anticipating pain. But instead, three of the four imps began to touch my body and hold me upright in the air as they did. Simple touches, fingers pressing over my nipples and down my belly. Another dragged its digits in gentle strokes over my thighs and the last up my back. All tension bled from me. I drooped into the touch, shivering as small pleasure buzzed throughout my body. Against the firm grip of the final imp who held my arms above me, I let all my weight go, giving up on fighting this limp position. My fingers began to tingle as the blood drained from them, and my head felt lighter as a mix of pleasure and discomfort began to cloud my judgement.

Quickly, I realised I was on display. Part of me had considered this a trial, but another saw this as entertainment. The waiting imps cheered in the stalls, infernal language spillingfrom their pinched mouths, eagerness clear as they shook and cried out.

For some reason, defiance bubbled up in me. For all my talk about understanding my place, how I intrinsically knew the worthlessness of my body and my desire, the thought that I was above these imps was inevitable. I wanted to be sinking down onto Malphas’ cock, used as a one-time toy and discarded when the demon had finished with me. Instead, I would be used by freakish creatures without names nor status in this place. I reached a new level of shame, made all the worse by the pleasure they were giving me.

One imp latched down upon a nipple. I cried out, unused to the sudden pleasure—it was as if a direct line existed between that pink nipple and my cock, and every time that thin tongue licked out and sucked and nipped, a flooding sensation engulfed my lower half. Its fingers moved deftly to the other nipple, and it was pulled, tugged, twisted. My sensitivity had me crying out, and the noise attracted the laughter and whooping of my audience. I squeezed my eyes shut. The darkness made it easier to withstand the flushing heat in my cheeks, but it only intensified the feeling of what the creature was doing to my nipples.

Then, the imp holding my arms dropped one, and I sank somewhat in the air, arm slapping unceremoniously against my thigh. It regained its grip on my left arm and took up several little fistfuls of my hair, which it then used to hang me from. Like that, head back and neck strained, I dangled. The pressure on my scalp was not quite pain—I felt like a cat held by the nape, made impotent. A moan escaped my throat, and that was it: my sound acted as a signal for the imps to act. The other two imps cackled, a noise that echoed in the crowded audience. The two imps dragged their stout, thick cocks over my body. The one that had latched onto my nipples stopped, dragging itselfup so it could rub the weeping head of its own across one of my hard, pink nubs. The one holding me up shimmied lower and pulled my head back with its hands. Against my face, it slapped its purplish member. I stuck my tongue out, and a wet sound echoed out as my breathing grew heavy. It ploughed its fingers through my hair and made a satisfied grunt of its own. My one free hand was taken up by another imp and guided to its cock, and the other one put its mouth onmyswollen, twitching member, grinding itself down on my thigh. My mind vacated.

The imp above me pressed into my mouth and began to thrust shallowly. Instinct took over. I felt no shame, then, and no fear of what I had become. I felt at peace in my body and my soul; I felt delectable, saintly in an unholy way, inspired by some higher power, and reduced to a slut. I sucked dutifully at the head, tongue licking out to lap at the leaking precum. I pooled as much saliva into my mouth as I could manage, a mouth already made soaking by whatever Malphas had placed in me, and my jaw worked sloppily around the thrusting motion of the imp’s cock, which pulsed and throbbed in my mouth.

It played with the angle of my head, moving this way and that, pushing in as far as it could go until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged and spluttered, and in response, it made disappointed, aggravated noises until, finally, it found the position that opened my throat into a straight channel. When it sank into me, I forgot how to breathe. The cock was so wide it clogged up the passage of my throat, and I had to push against it with my tongue to gasp a slither of air into my lungs.

My grip around the other imp’s cock slackened, and in anger, it beat at my body. Sudden pain had me thrashing. I kicked the air, screaming and whimpering as I was choked by the thing in my throat. I squeezed my hand firmly around the throbbing imp and it started snapping its hips up in earnest, thrusting and grinding, with its hands pressed down upon mine to encourageme along. The third imp, which had begun to lick and play at my poor, bloated cock, sucked lightly at the blushing tip. Tendrils of teasing pleasure sparked throughout my core, and my eyes rolled back into my head just as the imp in my throat began to fuck with immaculate devotion.

It was an onslaught. I was gagging. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I could think of nothing except a quiet prayer not to throw up. Part of me revolted; there was an instinct to run away, but I had never been so hard, never had such wetness leaking from my swollen tip—every thrust of my hips was a confirmation of my unholy, worthless nature. The other imps and what they wanted fell away as the imp above me lowered itself even further, so far down my throat I could barely gag. Its balls pressed against my open mouth, resting on my teeth, jaw made so wide it began to ache, and like that, poised to shoot its cum directly into my stomach, it raised and lowered itself over and over into my throat.

Just as I thought it was about to cum, another cock began to push into my throat. It could barely fit, so full I was with the first imp—but this did not stop the other from trying. What little gap I managed to make to keep breathing was roughly plugged up by the tip of this new member. I blinked back tears, moan of protest muffled by the satisfied grunt of this new imp—the one whose cock I had long ago stopped rubbing. It had decided to prioritise its own pleasure.

The imp that had been licking at my cock sank down more fully, and from behind I felt, impish hands moving my ass cheeks apart. This imp reached around to fumble with my nipples, its tip prodding at my opening. As if all their minds were connected, the imps decided at once to move together. And so it happened like this: the imp at my ass pushed inside without preparation and without much in the way of lubrication. Violent, sharp pain split through my backside. I jerked unnaturally awayfrom it, one free hand snapping back to try and push the imp out of me. But it grabbed the arm and held it back at that awkward angle, using it as leverage to drag its full length out of me and then rebound back inside. It took little time for the hole to relax and welcome the fucking. With the other imp at my cock, working diligently to lick and suck, and the two cocks moving in my throat, I was sent into a breathless, reeling daze.

The five of us were panting. As the imps pressed deeper into my throat, I choked and gurgled, eyes rolling to the back of my skull as I withstood the barrage of their thrusts. They took what they wanted from me, using the wet channel even as I began to suffocate. Weakly, I began to shake my head, pushing weakly at their small bodies above me, and in answer, one leaned down and wrapped its hands around my throat; crushing pressure, I couldn’t breathe, and their cocks glided over the sphincter of my throat again and again. My stomach hurled.

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