Chapter 19 #2
I thought Eternity was the center, but she’s not.
It’s me. They always protected me because I was the key.
Not because I asked for it, but because they knew.
It fell apart because I was gone, not because she was.
I was always the tender heart of the group.
That’s why we were called Cinco de Mercy. Because they were always mine.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need all of you.”
“Angel,” Father says. “She’s almost ready. Get her there for me.”
“Yes, Master,” Angel says, and he picks me up off the desk.
He lowers me to the floor, only a meter from the body, spreads my knees, and sinks his fingers into me.
He scoops out two fingers of cum and dribbles them onto my swollen clit, stroking it and making me cry out at the tenderness in my overstimulated bud.
He does it again, watching me buck. “This is going to be fun,” he says, and he unzips and pulls out his cock.
Lowering himself over me, he works his way into me one piercing at a time, filling me to the brim.
His girth stretches me deliciously, and I feel bubbles of their cum oozing out around him as he works his way to the very depth of me.
I’m gasping with pain and pleasure, struggling to take him.
I don’t know how I can take anyone bigger.
Angel drags his cock out slowly, until only the head is gripped in my tightness, then pistons his hips forward, claiming me in one brutal thrust. I cry out, arching my back as he does it again and again.
For a minute, all we can hear is the sloppy wet suction of our sex and the panting breaths of all five of us.
By the time Angel’s done, I’m so wrung out I’m shaking and crying.
I lie in a limp puddle on the floor, feeling dirty and spent, as they all stand over me.
“Lamb,” Father says. “Are you still mine, to do with as I will?”
I nod, unable to summon the words to speak.
“And you would do anything for me?” he asks.
I nod again. He kneels between my thighs, taking my hands again.
He pulls me to sitting, then lifts me onto his lap.
He’s still hard, his cock standing up, inhuman in its size.
He’s such a sophisticated, dignified man with his clothes on, but under them, his cock is alien and monstrous.
It’s dark and menacing, with corded ridges of muscle threaded over with veins as thick as ropes.
I swallow hard, eyeing it with trepidation as it sits between us, insurmountable.
“Ride me,” Father Salvatore orders.
“I can’t,” I cry, my gaze flying wide. It’s not just the size. It’s the fact that I’m barely able to sit, I’m so weak and exhausted.
His hand cracks across my ass, stinging pain that brings tears to my eyes.
“You will obey your god,” he growls.
I suck in a shaky breath, then rise up until I’m hovering over him. I sink onto his tip, resting my weight on it. He grips his shaft, holding it in place. I wince at the stretch, my skin burning like it’s tearing as I finally begin to sink onto the bell-shaped head of his cock.
“Father,” I gasp out. “It hurts.”
“You’ve taken me before,” he coaxes. “You can do it.”
I nod, biting my lip. Tears trickle down my cheeks and the cum inside me trickles down his length. The others loosened me, but it’s still too tight, and I cry out in pain when I finally force myself onto his tip, impaling myself on it. I stop, my thighs trembling, my whole body quaking.
“Come on, baby,” Angel says, crouching beside us. “You can take it.” He takes my hand, stroking the back of it, and holds my gaze. “Just relax and show him how good you are.”
“Yeah,” Saint says, kneeling behind me and gathering my hair in one hand. “Just relax and slide that tight little cunt onto our father’s cock.”
“Mercy’s fucking a priest,” Heath sings out, bouncing on his heels as he leans over to watch me squirm. “He’s going to wreck that pretty pussy good.”
Father Salvatore strokes my clit, stretched above his girth that’s splitting me open. “Show me what you’ve learned, lamb.”
Determination grips me, and I rise up and sink back down, whimpering each time I have to fit over the widest part of the head of his cock.
At last, I adjust to that and sink further on.
I rise and slam myself down, crying out each time he opens a new inch of me further than anyone’s ever done except him.
It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time, and that same transcendent pleasure starts to crash over me in waves as he shows my body what it can endure.
“Oh god,” I gasp out when Saint takes my hips and forces me deeper onto the Father’s cock.
“Don’t cry out for God,” Father Salvatore growls, thrusting up into me so deep tears spurt from my eyes and I choke out in pain. “He isn’t the one fucking you.”
“Yes, Father,” I sob.
His long, thick fingers wrap around my neck, his eyes going hard and sadistic behind his glasses as he grinds up into me while I gasp and sob. “Say my name.”
“Dante,” I cry, hyperventilating as I try to breathe through the pain. “My God, my father. Destroy me.”
The look he gives me is nothing short of malicious, and then he starts to pound up into me from below, each thrust a punishing torture.
“Take it,” he growls, gripping my throat harder, until black spots dot my vision.
Saint grips my hips, holding me in place so I can’t move, can’t escape as Father Salvatore kneels up, impaling me so deep a scream tears from me.
“Tell him to stop,” Saint challenges. “You can end it any time you want. Beg him to stop.”
I’m sobbing too hard to answer, but I rise up and slam back down on him, the excruciating pain inside me making me lose my breath.
Father Salvatore may be our god, but I am his deliverance.
I am the salvation of each and every one of the men in this room, and no amount of pain can stop me from fulfilling my duty.
I will show them all that I’ll do anything for the Master, just as they will.
But Father Salvatore suddenly loosens his grip, his arm sliding away from my throat, to wrap around my body, comforting now as he grinds in to the very last inch I can take.
“How do you feel?” the priest asks me, stroking my breasts and pinching my nipple.
“Dirty,” I admit through trembling lips.
“I love seeing you like this, my dirty girl,” he says, his eyes softer now, full of admiration. “I love this side of you, your feral, wild side. Your carnal nature shines through.” He leans in, biting the side of my throat before lifting his lips to my ear. “I love you, Mercy Soules.”
The sound of those words shatters me. I lose control, my limbs flailing helplessly as pleasure and pain crest inside me, tearing another scream from my lips.
Uncontrollably shaking grips me, and my walls clench around Father Salvatore.
He throws his head back and groans, the sound echoing like thunder in the small room as his cock pulses thicker inside me as he cums.
“We are now bound together,” Father Salvatore says, his voice ragged as he grinds deeper still. “Five bodies have become one flesh.”
He lifts me with both hands and slams me down on him.
The pain is excruciating, and I scream again and again, my body not my own, spasms jerking my limbs as if I’m possessed as the climax grips me tighter and tighter, until a sudden rush in my ears rises like a wave crashing over me, my vision goes dark, and everything disappears as I give my body and soul to him.