seven #2
Angel stands aside, stroking his huge cock, his mask hiding whatever he’s thinking.
But he steps forward and slowly pushes into her cum-filled mouth, fucking it slow for a minute before he pulls back, using her saliva and Heath’s cum as lube when he jerks his cock hard a few times before lowering it to her lips and pushing inside again.
He groans, gripping his shaft as he spurts into her mouth, filling it with his cum.
When he pulls back, the Master stands, gripping her chin and letting us see the pool of white cream in her throat, our cum mingling on her tongue, swirling together like some sacred bond that ties us.
“Gargle,” the Master commands.
After a second, Mercy obeys, and the thick, viscous liquid bubbles in her throat, coating her tongue, the roof of her mouth, her teeth and the walls of her cheeks.
“Fuck,” Heath groans. “I’m hard again already. Can I fuck her now?”
“I want you to hold that in your mouth while one of the hounds of hell uses your body for his pleasure and purification,” the Master says to Mercy, untying the blindfold and tucking it back into his robes. “Let him pour his sin into your body as he makes it his own. Can you do that, lamb?”
She nods, closing her lips but holding the cum inside.
Thick globs of it cling to her chin and cheeks from where I unloaded too soon, before I could get it into her mouth.
The thought pisses me off, like she made me a teenager who couldn’t last long enough to stuff his dick in a cunt before he came.
“Which of these men would you like to worship you today?” the Master asks.
Mercy hesitates, then points a trembling finger at me.
“Of course she wants me, the fucking slut,” I growl. “She’s been all over my dick since the second she saw me last fall.”
She hesitates another moment, then nods again.
“Will you give yourself to him as you give yourself to God, allowing him to join with you and forgive all sin?”
She nods again.
I stalk away, grab the sheep’s head, and come back, shoving it roughly down over hers. She mumbles through her mouthful of cum, but she’s not going to disobey an order and protest my treatment.
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll fuck you, little sister. But I don’t want to see your ugly face when I do it. Now turn around and bend over the altar so I can use up my friends’ sloppy leftovers before they’re totally worthless.”
She starts to shuffle around on her knees, but I’ve run out of patience. I spin her around, bend her over the stone altar, and jam a finger inside her. She makes a muffled squeal, but that’s about all she can do. I jab into her a few more times, her hole tight but slimy with spit.
“You’re too loose,” I lie. “I’ll never cum. Besides, it would make you too happy to have your brother’s cock in your stretched out cunt. I’m going to fuck your ass instead. At least that hasn’t had so much traffic I can’t feel anything.”
I spit into my hand and rub it over the head of my cock, down my shaft.
“Hold yourself open for his use,” the Master orders gently, placing her hands on her cheeks.
A tremor goes through her body, but she spreads her ass for me. Her hole tightens into a tiny, rosebud ring.
“Oh, loosen up,” I say, spitting into my palm and rubbing it into her crack. “If you want me to stop, just tell me no. Tell me you don’t want it.”
She doesn’t move, but her ass hole unclenches, spreading soft and petal pink like a kiss. I chuckle and line myself up, rubbing the torpedo head of my dick against her quivering hole.
“That’s right, you can’t,” I taunt quietly. “You want your brother’s dick so bad, you’ll take it any way you can get it. Even in your tight little virgin ass.”
When she doesn’t answer, I thrust forward, breaching her untouched entrance in one deep, brutal thrust.
She cries out, her fingers clenching on her ass cheeks, which only spreads them wider.
But the ring of muscle around my cock clenches so tight I can’t see straight, strangling my cock in a death grip that makes me lose my mind.
I pull out and stab back into her hard and fast, imagining the strings of cum spraying from her sweet lips as she chokes and sobs in pain, trying to catch her breath.
I ram into her harder still, wrecking her clenching flesh again with each stroke.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, sis?” I taunt, ramming balls deep into her. “If you wanted gentle, you would have picked Angel. You picked me, so now you’re getting what you asked for.”
She nods her big bobble head, and it pisses me off that even now, with her face hidden by a blank mask, I can’t pretend it’s anyone else. It’s Mercy, the girl I’ve always wanted, the girl I never thought I could have. And now she’s mine. I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.
“You’re doing great,” the Master says, sinking onto the altar beside her and stroking her trembling back. “Take your brother’s cock nice and deep, like a good girl.”
“That’s right,” I growl, punching into her ass hole in rough, relentless strokes. “You wanted your brother’s cock, so take it up the ass like the slut you are. I’m going to wreck your ass until it’s as worn out as your pussy and so sore you can’t sit for a week.”
Mercy chokes on a sob, and then I hear her slurping to get the cum back into her mouth.
I hammer into her so hard she slams into the stone, her ass and hips jiggling as I batter her ruthlessly.
“You can make it better or worse for yourself by relaxing or tensing up,” I taunt when I feel her squeeze tight in pain again.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not.
It’s what’s happening. You chose this, so you might as well try to enjoy it. ”
“Hold yourself open for his sin as long as you’re willing,” the Master says.
But she doesn’t release her grip on her soft flesh, doesn’t push up on the stone, tell me to stop, to leave her alone and never speak to her again. She spreads herself further, arching her back to receive every brutal blow my hips deliver to hers.
I know somewhere in the back of my mind that I should be nicer.
I should be thankful that she chose me. That she’s always chosen me, picked me, just like I always picked her from among our stuffed animals when we played as kids.
I’ve always wanted her, just as she’s wanted me.
I’ve always wanted her exactly as she is, but now that I have her, instead of treasuring her the way I do inside, I’m hiding her away in a mask, pretending she’s a whore like every other girl I’ve fucked.
She’s not, though.
She’s my darling sister, still as pure to me as the day she came home with my parents, as sweet and perfect now as she was then. No amount of other men can ever change that. That is who she is.
I fucking love it, and I hate that I do, hate that I love her.
That after all this time, she is still the same soft, submissive, worshipful girl she always was, and that no matter how cruel I am to her, I can’t change that.
None of us can. Mercy is the girl she always was, but I’m not the man I once was.
She destroyed me, and I fuck her like I want to destroy her back, force her to see that I’m not the brother she idolized, not a man worth loving.
Heath starts dancing around, reciting his own prayer as he watches me demolish her the way he dreamed of doing all those years. I hate that I took this from him, but I don’t stop. I won’t, until I’ve ruined her the way she ruined him.
“Our father, who art in heaven,” Heath says, cackling as he goes on.
“Hollow be thy name
Thy King will cum
—Her will be gone—
In her, as she is our heaven
Get us our lamb daily bred
Forgive us our sin
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But slam us in balls deep
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
Forever and ever
Amen.”
He throws back his head and howls, long and deep, into the cave around us. Angel joins, though he’s not wearing a wolf mask this time.
I fuck her faster and faster, rutting into her wild and frenzied as an animal, until I feel the pressure building like a volcano about to erupt from the roots of my very being.
“I’m going to cum,” I grit out, panting between words, sweat beading on my back at the pace and force I’ve exerted.
“Bless her with your sacred flow,” the Master says, reaching to spread her open further, pulling her apart so we can watch my cock punch into her stretched flesh for the final times.
I force myself to the hilt, grab her arms, and grind.
My cum rises like an eruption from deep inside the earth, barreling up through me, contracting my balls before erupting in violent jolts through my cock.
I empty deep inside her, throbbing out more and more with each spasm.
I tear my mask off and toss it away, breathing hard, sweating, shaking.
I stand and stumble back, and Heath steadies me. I throw an arm around him, then wipe my face, which is soaked with more than sweat. For once, he’s still, silent. He holds onto me, lets me lean on him.
“What a good girl,” the Master says, sinking a finger into Mercy’s gaping ass, gathering a glob of my white cum.
He pushes it back in, then unbuckles her mask and pries it off.
It rolls away, and he hauls her onto the altar and turns her over.
Her knees are filthy, her cunt swollen and glistening with arousal.
Her face is streaked with cum and tears, her hair sticking to it. Her lips are pressed together.
“Pass this blessing to him,” the Master says as Angel approaches.
He lifts her to sitting, and Angel kneels at her feet, tipping his head back and opening. Mercy leans forward, holding her hair back, and spits a stream into his mouth—her spit mingling with our cum.
“Now pass it back to her, and feast on her sacred flesh,” the Master orders.
He lays her back, and Angel dives between her legs, letting our cum fall into her hungry cunt at last. He pushes it in with two fingers, leaning forward at the same time and sucking at her clit.
She cries out as he fucks her pussy and her ass with fingers and tongue until she loses her mind, giving her something I never allow myself to—relief.
When he’s done, he stands back, displaying her defiled flesh for the Master.
“Good boy,” the Master says, and then he turns to me. “I’m proud of you both, my sons.”