Page 32 of Of Heathens & Havoc

She’s pure. She’s innocent. Even the soft whisps of her pubic hair tell the story of someone not accustomed to being seen, touched, fucked.

My cock is so hard I know I’m going to regret it if I don’t get some relief. I shove my hands into my pockets, only to find a damp wad of fabric. I pull it out and stare at the white cotton panties I stripped from Mercy’s body earlier, the single rosebud on the front the only color. Before the others notice, I quickly shove them back into my pocket. Slowly, I finger the soft fabric, finding the wettest place, where her arousal soaked through.

I slide my other hand into my pants, jerking my stiff cock as I approach the bed still occupied by the bound contestant Heath just used.

“Roll over,” I order her faceless, prostrate form.

She turns over on the bed, her arms twisted from the way she’s tied.

“Did you cum?”

“No,” she says, shaking her giant lamb head covered in cream-colored fur with a pink bow on the top.

“Good,” I say, climbing onto the bed. “Whores don’t deserve pleasure.”

She whimpers as I stand over her, placing one foot on either side of her body and jerking off above her.

“Now spread your legs and beg me to fuck that sad little pussy.”

“Please,” she moans obediently. “Fuck me, Saint.”

I should do just that, but all I can think about now is how fake she sounds compared to Mercy’s desperate pleas echoing through the tunnel. I slip her panties from my pocket, fisting them around my cock as I jerk harder, imagining her tears falling over my tip as she begs me to leave her pure. That’s her greatest treasure, her self-righteous purity and innocence.

So that’s what I’m going to take from her, just like she took mine.

I picture her body under me instead of this hungry slut, and cum jets from my tip over the sightless mask, the smooth tits and stomach. I step backwards and dribble the last drops between her spread legs, throwing the bitch a bone. She begs desperately and tilts her pelvis, trying to get more in her pussy. I sigh and take pity on her, squeezing out a few more drops before putting my dick away. No doubt she’ll be going home to cry into her wine spritzer because she didn’t get Saint Soules’ cock. The least I can do is give her enough to lube her up when she fingers herself to sleep.

“Game over,” I say, climbing off the bed and undoing the cincture around her wrists to free her. “You’re dismissed. All of you. Go home.”

“Come back and ride my face anytime,” Angel drawls, tucking an arm under his head as he lounges on his pillows like a king, one leg hanging off the bed, not a stitch of clothes on his thickly muscled, light brown body.

“Yeah, come back so I can bust in your ass next time,” Heath says, slapping a girl’s ass.

She squeals and swats at his hand, and he lunges after her. With a shriek, she darts away, and I see the flash in Heath’s wild blue gaze when his primal nature activates. All it takes is one step, one wrong move, and he’s no longer a man, but a predator.

Within seconds, he’s chasing all three lambs around the room, slapping their asses and cackling while they squawk like hens caught in a coop with a fox.

“Heath,” I bark, grabbing up a handful of white clothes from the floor. I shove them into one of the girl’s arms and turn her to the door, opening it and pushing her out into the hall. I grab the next one as she passes and push her out. Heath grabs the one wearing heels around the waist, lifting her off her feet. She squeals and kicks, giggling too hard to speak. He says something in her ear, and she nods and then fans her legs wide, flaunting her pussy, still slick from Angel’s saliva and her own cum.

“Tell him what you told me, baby,” Heath says, turning her from me to Angel.

“I want your cum,” she says, her voice echoing inside the lamb’s head. She adds a nervous giggle at the end, probably noticing the expression on my face. “Inside me.”

“Put her down,” I order Heath.

He sets her on her feet, flashing a knowing grin in my direction.

“Take the condom off Angel,” I tell her.

She glances between us, then minces over to Angel, who hasn’t moved. He watches her with an amused expression as she tugs the condom off his mostly-soft dick.

“Now you have his cum,” I say, nodding to the used condom in her hand. “Put it inside you.”

“What?”

“Put it in your pussy, and hold it there while you walk home,” I tell her. “I want a picture when you get there to show me you made it without letting it slip out.”

“A picture of it… Still inside me?” she asks.

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