Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHARLIE
I want to be devoured, defiled, lavished, and loved in lewd ways.
H undreds of faux candles flicker.
Tonight, the mist in the Trick Tent has an amber aroma. The music is electronica, religious chants mixed with erotic beats. I recognize the songs from the nineties.
Three twin beds with ornate, antique iron frames beckon in the tent’s center. Red uplights glow underneath each. Draped in white lace and black sheets, they’re aligned like a three-point star, and I stand at the center.
Sex toys, lubes, restraints, candles, and red roses are carefully arranged on a long table like an altar.
Stacey went all out.
It’s like an orgy meets the occult.
I know she had stuff shipped here, but these beds look like they were found hidden in the marshy forest. Like they’re from the French mansion that used to rule this island.
Silas said the mansion belonged to my ancestor, Lois Ravenel, a French marquis who ran a brothel, a pagan who hid from Puritans, and a man who conjured moans and screams in the night.
Is that why, in this tent, I can suddenly imagine his face?
Sapphire eyes. Tousled brown hair. Scruff on his square jaw. A perfect, angular nose. A distinct bow in his pillow top lip. Deep, high dimples when he smirks.
When he pulls his horned mask over his face.
Damn, it’s like he’s here in front of me. It’s like I’m on sacred ground, and our sex so far has been a seance, conjuring his wanton spirit.
It pulses through me: lust in my blood, ravaged wishes in my mind, an obscene urge so strong, it’s a specter raising the blonde hairs on my arms.
“I understand you have been very bad,” Colton teases, standing before me. I focus on him. “The sisters say you’re haunted by a depraved demon, that he has tempted you into sin.”
It’s part of our role-play, and it’s working. Colton barely circles my aroused nipple, and I gasp.
“Yes, father.”
He’s dressed like a priest in a full black robe with a gold-trimmed wide belt and a white collar. He matches Mateo beside him. They look like real clergy except for their longish hair. Mateo’s black and Colton’s blond strands are pulled back into knots.
I stand before them, my hands obediently clasped.
Stacey thrilled me by giving me a sexy nun costume. It’s a barely-there, see-through black and white mini dress with a matching white habit, hiding my blonde hair.
This was so taboo I almost couldn’t do it.
Then again.
This is so taboo; hell, yes, I’m doing it.
It’s just costumes, naughty role-play, and one night I’ll never forget.
One night my body is screaming for.
Our angels silently gather around. They stand in a circle, dressed in white, with Stacey, the archangel, in her white BDSM leather lingerie and wide, feathered wings.
Y’all, Victoria’s Secret has nothing on her.
Or us.
Why strut down a catwalk for dumbass cameras when your cat can lie down for the group fuck of her life?
“Confess to us, sister.” Mateo cups my breast, his palm so warm over my sheer fabric. “Have you been having impure thoughts?”
Colton makes me suck his thumb. “Have you been touching yourself, sister? In that sinful place?”
Dear god, I didn’t know this was my kink.
But hallelujah, it is.
I nod.
“Does your demon make you touch others? Like this?”
Colton takes my hand, guiding me to feel his erection under his priest’s robe. Mateo takes my other, cupping it over his rigid length.
Over starched cotton, I’m caressing two impressive hard cocks, and the maddening urge to stroke them takes over.
“Yes, fathers.”
I do it, moaning as Mateo rumbles, “Do you lust for what’s under our robes? Does your demon want to know what we look like? Taste like? Feel like inside that wet place where you touch yourself? Where your demon resides?”
“Yes, fathers,” I sigh.
“Amen, this is hot. ”
An angel drawls. It sounds like Zar.
“Confess to us right now,” Colton demands, his baritone voice sexy. “Have you defiled another sister, too?”
I squeeze his cock, grinning. “Yes, father. Sister Blair begged me to ravage her with my fingers, and I wanted to. I did it while we knelt and prayed. I did until her lust dripped down my hand.”
“Fuck,” Colton mutters, breaking character, his eyelids dropping heavy with lust.
That wasn’t in the sketch Stacey gave us. But you know, this is XXX improv. My tease about his fiancée swells Colton’s covered cock in my grasp.
He desires the idea of me with Blair. He wants Daniel, too.
Damn, this is getting hotter.
Mateo controls my other hand, guiding it along his impossible length. “Have you sinned, touching another man’s hard organ like this?”
Mateo makes me rub my thighs together. I’ve never stroked a cock so long.
“Yes, father. I confess I let three other priests defile me. Fathers Daniel, Redix, and Silas. Together, they took my flower. I begged them to do it over and over again. And they did. They prayed while they defiled me.
“I swear, a demon possesses me. It gives me impure thoughts. It makes me want to do bad things all the time.” I stammer, “It makes me need whoring so much. The heat of lust burns inside me. It wets my sex like a harlot. I need to sin so bad. Help me. Please . Please help me. It won’t stop.”
“She deserves an erotic Emmy.”
That’s Redix. He makes a chuckle rumble through our group.
“What does your demon tell you to do tonight?”
Mateo stays on script. But I’m not making this part up .
This is burning inside me, an overwhelming possession to take, to receive, to be ravaged as my reward.
“It tells me to fuck. Over and over. It makes me crave men’s…” I’m supposed to stay on script and say organs because that’s Biblical, but no. That’s not filthy enough for what I feel. “I crave cocks, fathers. Lots of them, all at once.”
“Fuck me.”
That’s Daniel sighing. I’d know his accent anywhere. I know he loves watching me be bad because usually, I’m so good.
I do everything for everyone else. I love taking care of people. It gives me joy, pride, and peace.
But right now?
Curse that.
I want to be devoured, defiled, lavished, and loved in lewd ways.
“There’s only one way to get the demon out of you,” Colton continues the storyline. It’s so cute, corny … and hot AF. “We have to do a Sexorcism. We have to restrain you while we pray, while we call upon the angels to fuck the demon out of you.”
“Yes, fathers,” I rasp. “Please, I pray. Call on the angels. All of them. Fuck this demon out of my body.”
And if I were on a mountain top, I’d sing it, too, spinning in a circle, Julie Andrews style.
But instead of singing, “ The hills are alive with the sound of music .”
I’d sing, “ This whore needs a Sex-or-cism .”
It doesn’t match, but that’s how happy I am.
And horny.
And loving whorey Halloween.
Colton steps to the altar. As Stacey demonstrated earlier today, he takes the black leather thigh harnesses and returns, buckling them around my bare legs.
The brush of his big, warm hands there excites me.
Then Mateo gets the matching, padded wrist cuffs. Gently, he puts them on me, attaching their gold snap hooks to my thigh restraints.
It’s comfortable. It’s obscene. It’s beautiful, binding my wrists to the outside of my thighs.
I won’t be able to fight this.
What naughty nun in her holy mind would?
They guide me to a bed, making me kneel in the center. The bedframe may be antique, but this new, firm mattress is perfect for the ritual.
Mateo starts to untie his robe. “We need to summon the angels for you.”
Colton does the same, standing on the other side of the bed.
Their robes fall to the floor. They’re nude underneath. They leave their white priests’ collars on. They’re covered in ripped muscles and dark ink. Dear Jesus and Jack-O-Lanterns. They’re hard and leaking.
I stare, feeling the devil vamp clawing inside me, thirsty, hungry, crazed. My pussy prays for this.
“Dear god.”
Another male voice praises them. It sounds like Nick and all mutter, agreeing.
“Now.” Mateo lifts his length to my lips. “Reveal your demon. Let him out. Show us what he desires. What does he make you crave?”
Gingerly, I lick Mateo’s tip, tasting his salt while staying in character, acting like I’m shy about this, while Colton glides his velvety crown across my cheek.
“She craves cocks,” he teases .
“Yes, fathers,” I admit through swipes of my tongue over Mateo’s sensitive frenulum, making his breath huff. “I crave cocks,” I confess. “Lots of them.”
“Confess where you crave them.” Colton keeps rubbing my cheek with his. It’s so damn erotic. “Where does your demon want our cocks inside you?”
“In my mouth.” I suck Mateo’s tip. A stifled grunt escapes his throat. “In my pussy.” I wish I could touch it, but my wrists are bound. “In my ass.” But I can arch my back, presenting it to those behind me. “All at one time.”
I’m not performing.
I’m demanding.
It’s a craze, a fire in my nerves. An appetite I have to satisfy, or I’ll die. It’s a luscious curse with no cure. I want the raunchiest sex I can possibly have.
All of it.
All at once.
All night.
Amen.
Colton lifts my chin. I pant, gazing into his brown eyes. Glossing his salty tip over my lips, slick with spit from sucking Mateo’s tip, Colton continues our scripted performance.
“Kneel right here and pray, sister,” he says. “Watch as we summon the angels for you.”
Someone pop popcorn. Then feed it to me because my wrists are bound.
This is about to be a heaven and a helluva show.
Colton kneels, nude, on another bed, hooking his finger, summoning Beau and Blair.
Mateo kneels on his bed, nude, and with a chin jerk, he summons Ford and Luke. Their wife, Stacey, stays with the angels—the others who’ll enjoy the show, too .
We watch while lovers kiss and fondle, mouths, tongues, and hands exploring. With every minute, I grow hotter with desire.
Colton gets his wish, letting us watch him fuck Blair, his angel. He has her on all fours, his hands yanking her waist down his shaft. He leaves her thong around her thighs, her breasts bouncing hard in her white bustier. He’s fucking her like a beast.
Then he turns his head to Beau standing by the edge of their bed.
“Come here, my other angel,” Colton teases Beau, “and let me suck your heavenly cock.”
Beau smirks, lifting his erection out of his see-through briefs. Stepping up onto the bed, he straddles Blair and gives Colton his wish.
Mateo gets his wish, too.
He kneels with Ford behind him, with Ford’s arm, his biceps popping, trapping Mateo’s back against his chest. Slowly, Ford enters Mateo, and his eyes roll. “Oh god,” Mateo grunts, receiving his husband.
Then, his other husband, Luke, mimics Beau. He steps onto the bed, letting Mateo’s mouth worship his cock, too.
For minutes, Stacey demands we wait and watch their sex. Their love. Their shameless and tempting display.
My core aches.
My sex is so wet.
I’m kneeling with my thighs apart, the cool air thrilling my pussy, barely exposed by my nun’s dress. The long veil of my habit tickles my bare shoulders. It adds to the kink while erotic music loops, heightening our indecent game.
With quickening thrusts, it sounds like Colton makes Blair climax. She bucks, gasping, and that sets Colton off, his pecs shaking. He comes with primal grunts, with Beau’s cock filling his mouth.
He arouses Mateo to do the same.
Mateo tugs Luke away, and Luke knows his husband. He knows Mateo wants us to watch him come while Ford claims him. While Ford brutally pounds into Mateo’s backside. He’s making Mateo’s length bounce hard, swollen, and begging for release.
“Don’t touch it,” Ford growls. “You’ll fucking come for us. Let them watch you come with my cock in your ass.”
Mateo throws his head back, resting on Ford’s shoulder. He takes his ravenous kiss while jets of Mateo’s cum paint the black sheets in front of him.
“Please, fathers,” I beg. “Please, I have so much impure lust. I feel possessed. Please. Let your angels help me.”
I’m not lying.
I’m in pain.
I’m obsessed.
Colton’s still huffing for breath, but he smirks, answering, “Angels, help our sister.”
Stacey clicks my way.
Wearing acrylic heels, the feathers on her white wings flutter as she sits on the edge of my bed. Slowly dragging her fingertip through my slick folds, I gasp when she asks, “Do you want my angels’ help? Are you ready for our sexorcism?”
“Yes,” I pray.
“Cade,” Stacey calls, “come help me prepare her to receive.”
Oh fuck, will I ever receive. A lot.
While Cade stalks my way, I glance around the room.
Luca holds Scarlett. He grabs her neck, her back to his chest, while his other hand dominates her pussy hidden under her angel-white thong.
He’s controlling her pleasure.
He’s making her come.
Nick stands beside Luca, their biceps brushing, their briefs tugged down, while Zar kneels before Nick. He’s sucking Nick’s cock and stroking Luca’s, pressed against Scarlett at the same time.
Beside them stand Redix, Eily, and Daniel. They’re waiting for me while Silas won’t. He kneels before Eily, cupping her ass. He has her leg slung over his shoulder. She’s fisting his long hair, proudly rocking her pussy over Silas’s face.
She’s about to come.
And I can any second.
Stacey rips off my dress and habit. I’m naked while she teases my pussy, rubbing a generous sheen of lube over my clit, making me shudder. Then she circles my entrance with it, and I moan with need.
I can come right now, but with all my experience with The Six, I can wait. I can edge to an exquisite degree. It makes it so much better.
“Such a demon slut we need to fuck,” Stacey teases. “How many cocks does this naughty pussy crave in her tonight?”
Throw away the calculator. Put down your fingers. I’ve already counted, and Stacey has, too. We already know who is open, who I want, and where.
This may be taboo, but we’re also mature. We talk. We plan. We make sure.
“Three,” I confess from a fiery place, stirring deep inside. “Three to take turns with my pussy.”
Like sorcery, suddenly, visions of nude writhing bodies, sights I’ve never seen, invade my mind. Like they did this, too. Like they were here. On this island. They were real. I can feel their depraved deeds and desires.
Stacey withdraws, and Cade nudges me forward, pressing my cheek to the mattress. We know how to prep and please; the lewd exposure thrilling me.
Gently, she inserts a narrow lube shooter into my tightest hole while she teases me, “And this sweet ass? How many cocks does your demon crave?”
“Two cocks to take turns with my ass,” I sigh, “and the rest I want to taste. I want them in my mouth. I want them all over me.”
I’m under a lurid spell.
I’m possessed.
Don’t you dare save me.
“Damn.” I hear Scarlett moan. “This is gonna be hot.”
She and Luca aren’t open like Daniel and me, but they enjoy watching my pleasure. So do the others.
Stacey grants my wish. First, she points to Silas, then Redix.
As they approach, their hard cocks straining under their sheer briefs, Stacey directs, “Take her first, my angels. Start fucking this demon out of her.”
Silas smirks, shucking his briefs off, his cock springing to hungry life. He climbs behind me, grabbing my waist. His heat triples my pulse.
Lying back on pillows, Silas arranges my body to lie on top of his, my back to his bare, muscular chest. He bends his knees, plants his feet on the mattress, and spreads his thighs.
It makes my body match his. My wrists are bound to my thighs as they fall open, my sex splayed open to the room while Silas tempts, “Say it, Charlie. Say how you want me now.”
Never did I think I’d do this with Silas, my best friend for so long. I knew he wanted me, but I didn’t feel the same until years later when Eily’s love rescued him. She made him into a man you can’t resist.
He’s also one of the few I trust to do this. I want to do this. It only turns Daniel on watching it, hearing my demands while I stare at my husband and answer.
“I want you to fuck my ass, Silas.”
Both men moan at my command.
Silas reaches around, spreading my lips open, exposing my tender clit, as he demands, “Lick her. Make her want this while you put me inside her.”
Silas knows how to love. He knows how to do this. He’ll never hurt me as Stacey and Redix assist.
Stacey bends over, gently circling my clit with her tongue while Redix carefully wedges Silas’s crown inside me. Slowly, Silas thrusts, breaching my entrance.
“Oh, god,” I gasp at the pleasure, the penetration.
With all the lube Cade put inside me, it only burns for a moment before it feels demonically good, making a voice inside me demand, “More. I want more cocks. Now.”
Redix fulfills my wish. He strips, then crawls on top. Braced over me, he gently urges inside my aching pussy. We’ve done this before, and it always feels so fucking good, my mind melting and body singing because he, Daniel, and Silas know my body.
They know how to please their women.
Like luscious pistons, they alternate their thrusts inside me, and I moan, my eyelids fluttering.
Under me, I feel Silas’s warmth. I hear his luring moans while he fucks my ass. Above me is the sultry silhouette of Redix, his abs flexing, driving his hips, the rhythmic effort of his cock.
But when I close my eyes, visions of bodies intertwined over red velvet settees invade my mind. Memories that aren’t mine, furniture, and people that aren’t here. They’re starving spirits, controlling my senses and driving my demands.
“Fuck me harder,” I growl. “Deeper. Faster. Do it. Now.”
“Damn, you want this,” Redix grunts, his cock obeying. He hammers faster. “You’re so wet. So creamy and swollen for this.”
“Such a naughty sister,” Silas taunts my ear. He takes us there in this dirty role-play, and I start to tremble. “You’re not supposed to want this, but you do, don’t you, Charlie? You want our cocks fucking your sweet pussy and tight ass all night? Such a slutty sister.”
Reaching around, Silas pinches my raw nipple while Redix leans down, sucking and biting my other one.
“Oh god!” I scream. “Oh god, oh god. I’m gonna come.”
“See.” I hear Eily giggle. “It is a sexorcism. Count how many times she screams, ‘God.’”
It’s cute. It’s fun. It takes away the shame because there is none.
This is pure, savage pleasure.
It storms through my core, my orgasm rising, building into a blinding crest. My muscles, my nerves, my pussy, everything tenses, clenching for the wave’s arrival, for its sweet destruction.
Silas thrusts his cock in my ass, stretching me, filling me, heightening the sensation in my pussy filled with Redix’s pounding length. With his curve that rubs that spot, that G spot, Redix was born to please.
I start seeing stars. I fight to make this last forever .
But then Stacey leans down, rattling her tongue over my electric clit, and I explode.
“Oh god!” I gush. I release. My pussy pulses as my core bursts.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Look at her come.” Redix pulls out. In a gasping haze, I watch him marvel as I soak him, his hard dick, his lap, the bed.
“Fuck, Charlie,” Silas grunts, squeezing me hard. He thrusts harder into my ass, and I moan with more spasms, with my arousal leaking from my sex. “Fuck, I can feel you dripping on me. Fuck, you make me come when you squirt.”
With a sudden groan, he does. I love Silas. I know him. I know his sounds, his carnal strain when he comes.
“My turn.” I hear the voice that owns my soul. “Give me my wife. Now .”
It’s Daniel. I can’t focus, but I can sense him. He’s not mad. He’s hungry. He’s aroused for more.
Just like me.
Carefully, Redix lifts away while Silas rolls us on our sides. Gently, he pulls out. “You’re so horny tonight, Charlie,” Silas murmurs. “I’ve never seen you like this.” He kisses my shoulder. “Good for you. It’s fucking hot.”
“Thank you,” I sigh as Stacey calls, “Luke.” Then, I moan. I can’t believe I’m about to do this, too.
Wait.
I lied again.
I can believe it.
Stacey and I discussed it this afternoon when she asked if I’d do this.
“I know Luke loves me,” she said. “But he’s only been with me and his first girlfriend, and I want him to have this. He risks his life daily, and I want him to feel like he’s lived it. And you were a Marine. You understand what can happen to him and?—”
I reached for her hand. “I understand. Like Luke with you, Daniel was my second. It was just us for years until we were with the others.”
“And,” Stacey grinned, “Luke thinks you’re hot. I mean, we look alike. I can’t blame him.”
Stacey loves Luke so much. She kisses him by the side of the bed while my love, my husband, takes Silas’s place.
But unlike Silas, Daniel gently turns my chin. He kisses me, praising me, “Bloody hell, babe, you got me so hard. I love you like this, taking what you want.”
“I want you , Daniel Pierce,” I sigh.
“Oh, you fucking have me. For the rest of my life.”
He makes it sweet, kissing me again. Then, he spreads my legs, making it dirty.
It’s like an erotic ritual. My body resumes the same position. I’m on top of Daniel, my back to his concrete chest. My sex is weeping and open, demanding two more men.
I don’t hurt.
I hunger.
“My naughty girl,” Daniel rumbles. “I can feel another man’s cum dripping from your arse.” He reaches under, wedging his cock in. Carefully. Slowly. Obscenely. “I’m going to have to fuck this slutty, tight little ass until it’s mine again. Won’t I, Charlie?”
“Yes, sir.”
Anal is Daniel’s favorite. The way he does it, he makes it mine, too. He’s a master at it, savoring my slow stretch, relishing my aching gape. He makes it last. He makes me come so many times I go blind.
But not tonight .
I’m full and claimed by Daniel as I watch Luke kneel between my thighs with Stacey kneeling behind him.
She tugs his briefs down. Luke’s swollen cock bobs free, and I gasp. At the sight. At Daniel’s urging inside me. At Stacey’s tease.
“See her glistening pussy? See how she drips?” Her fingertip tickles my clit, her lips taunting Luke’s ear. “She wants you to fuck her, too.”
“Is that what you want, Charlie?” It’s sexy how Luke asks, his hand gliding over my thigh where leather binds it. “Do you want me inside your pretty pussy, while your husband fucks your ass?”
Stacey’s trained Luke well. He makes consent hot as fuck.
“Yes.” I’m pulsing for it.
But Luke surprises me. He unclips my wrists, freeing them while he demands, “Then put me inside you. Show me where you need my cock.”
“Fuck yes,” Daniel rumbles.
He’s going to love this. It only makes me tighter for him, increasing his pleasure, too.
Bracing over me, just as Redix did, Luke takes position while I reach for his thick shaft, my new touch making him grunt.
“Stacey,” he moans. “Stacey, are you sure?”
She urges, “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” Luke confesses. “If you let me. If you love me. Then yes, I want this.”
Stacey wraps her hand over mine. Together, we guide Luke inside. “Fuck her,” Stacey sighs over his ear. “Fuck her and enjoy it. Feel how she wants you, how she needs you. Just like me.”
That drops Luke’s eyelids. He moans at my penetration, at his slow entrance. It’s like he can’t believe he’s fucking another woman. That his wife wants him to while my husband wants him to as well.
“Fuck,” Luke sighs as Stacey watches him fully take me. “Fuck, this is so hot.”
“Oh god.” I can’t stop moaning it. Screaming it. What other words can I conjure at this bodily bliss? At this fleshy fuck of my body and senses?
They go slower, their thrusts more languid and lush than Silas and Redix’s force, both sensations pleasing me. I like it hard. I like it tender.
I like it all.
I start calling from somewhere ancient, some desire suppressed, some lust unleashed. “I want more. More. Please. Please, give it to me.”
I’m so in my body. My body being taken, used, filled, and pleasured. My mind drops into a carnal trance as velvety, salty tips press to my gasping mouth, demanding I suck them, and I blink.
I think I’m sucking Zar’s cock. Then Mateo’s. Then Colton’s. And I want to. I’m obsessed. I’m in dark heaven. I’m in the past. I’m in the present. I’m getting fucked senseless by so many men.
I know it’s my husband driving inside me, stirring, grinding, sending luscious shocks from my ass to my clit, while Luke fills me, too. His hips circle hard, driving his cock deep into my clenching pussy, matching Daniel’s maddening pressure.
And…
Without sound or warning, I come. I burst. I have a cock in my groaning mouth while the drenching spasms control me. Over and over, pleasure pours from me.
“Shit,” Luke grunts. “Shit, she squirts so hard.”
“It’s so hot.” I hear Stacey. I feel her mouth sucking my clit, and I do it again. I groan, exploding.
I have no control.
This isn’t me.
This is lust.
“Give her more,” Daniel demands. “Don’t stop. Everyone. She wants more. Luke and Redix, keep fucking her. She’ll keep coming.”
Hands, real ones, warm ones, caress my flesh. Fingers, strong ones, Luca’s, I can barely see him , pinch my nipple, tugging at it. While a cock, the hard tip of Beau’s, teases my other one.
With every part of me ravaged, I fall into a depraved dream—a wicked fantasy fulfilled. I relish the men devoted to my pleasure.
They’re everywhere, and I’m right here. Blinded. Panting. Shaking. Pulsing. Squirting and screaming and taking them. I come so hard; it hurts so good.
So good as I stare into a man’s sapphire eyes…
Eyes that aren’t here.