Page 58 of Of Heathens & Havoc

My mouth closes around Saint’s finger just in time to hold back a moan of pleasure. It comes out as a hum around his finger, and he curses quietly, his other hand moving to fondle my breast. He tugs at my nipple, his breathing fast and ragged in the sudden silence.

“Make those sweet sounds for me again,” Heath says, his voice tormented with desire. His finger keeps pumping into me while his other hand moves up and down his length, tugging at it with erratic, desperate strokes.

“Can I taste her?” Angel asks, lifting his mask onto the top of his head. He licks his lips and steps forward, having set the bowl of holy water aside. He starts to lean down, and I try to spit out Saint’s finger to protest, but he thrusts it into my throat, making me gag.

Heath groans, thrusting harder into the aching need inside me.

The Master clamps a hand on Angel’s shoulder. “It’s not time for communion,” he says. “You may touch the entrance to her heaven, the same as your brothers.”

Angel groans, but he straightens and steps to my hip, across from Heath. “Let me in.”

“No fucking way,” Heath says, his finger moving faster and faster, making wet sounds as he drags it out and stabs back into my slickness. “I’m going to cum all over her, just like I did before.”

“Who said anything about your turn being over?” Angel asks with a wicked grin. “There’s room for two. I’m going in with you, Uncle.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll cum on you instead,” Heath warns with a maniacal grin.

Angel’s finger nudges against my entrance, and I tense up, gasping around Saint’s finger.

“God, she’s so tight,” Heath moans, dropping his head back.

“Just relax and let me in,” Angel coaxes me, palming my pussy and rubbing the heel of his hand against my clit, sending a shudder of pleasure through me. He strains against my entrance, finally breaching it and bringing another gasp fromme. I can feel the stretch as he opens me wider, deeper. Unlike Heath, who’s still stabbing hard and fast, he works his finger in slowly, moaning with pleasure when he has it buried knuckle-deep inside me. He stills, letting Heath’s finger slide against his in the blood and slickness of my flesh.

“Join your brothers in preparing the sacrifice,” the Master says to Saint.

My brother pauses as if to argue, but he thinks better of it and joins them, forcing his finger into me with theirs. I cry out in pain at the stretch, but he just thrusts deeper, driving his finger in with Angel’s and Heath’s. They all still for a second, their fingers straining inside me to tight I feel like I’m going to tear open.

“Please,” I gasp out. “You’re hurting me.”

“And we’re not going to stop, so you might as well get used to it,” Heath says, drawing his finger back. All three fingers recede, then thrust deep inside me again. I cry out, my hips writhing to get away.

Saint chuckles behind his mask. “That’s right,” he says. “You might as well cry about it now, because there’s nothing you can do about it. This pussy is ours now, and we’re going to use it day and night, whenever we want to, until it’s as worthless as your tears.”

The Master stands over us, coating the white marble statue of the Virgin Mary with holy oil. “Is she ready?”

“Not yet,” Angel growls, stroking his thumb across the swollen bud of my clit. “God, look how pretty she looks right now, with all of our fingers stretching her open. Look at her pretty little clit. I want to taste her so bad.”

“I want to sink my teeth into it,” Heath says, snapping his teeth so I can hear them clamp together. “This prude’s little cunt looked so uninviting, but look at it all stretched out like a slut’s now. Just needed a good gangbang to teach her its purpose.”

“Fuck,” Angel groans. “We’re ready, Master.”

The Master moves closer, carefully stepping over the cross until he’s straddling the upright beam right between my legs, towering over me.

I whimper at his nearness, the alien face with the hooked beak pointing down at me while he watches the three men wrecking me with their fingers.

“Saint?” he says.

“Yes, Master,” my brother says. “I’ll fuck up her pussy with them, but she’s not getting anything from me. But you can have it to seal the bond.”

“Very well,” the Master says. “Pass me the chalice.”

The three slide their fingers from me, and I gasp as the cool air sweeps over my fevered and tormented sex.

Saint passes the Master a brass chalice, and my entire being goes aflame when I realize it’s the one we take real communion from at mass. I whimper as he lowers it between my thighs, dragging it up against my slick flesh. My whole body quakes as he does it again, then one more time, before raising it in both hands. “The blood of the lamb, poured out for you.”

The three others bow their heads, and then Angel takes Saint’s hand and slides his bloody finger into his mouth. He moans and closes his eyes, sucking greedily. My core throbs dully, and I stare, transfixed, at his tongue swiping and curling around my brother’s finger.

My attention is jerked back when a slick finger circles my clit. My gaze flies to the Master, who is stroking my clit with the oil he used on the small statue. He’s holding it in one hand, and I have one moment of shocked horror to register what he’s about to do before he lowers it between my thighs.

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