“Very good,” Father Salvatore murmurs, taking my hand and holding it gently while Saint pummels me against the desk. “Open yourself for your brother’s cock. Let him give you his release.”
“God, yes,” I moan. “Wreck me, big brother.”
“Then make it tight for me,” he says, gliding in and out in the slickness of Heath’s cum and my own desire for him. “You’re loose as a whore.”
I squeeze my legs together and my eyes closed, a tear leaking out even as my body flushes with heat as he continues to call me names, slapping my thighs and demanding I tense up for him. The more humiliated I am, the wetter I get, and when hefinally finishes inside me, it feels so good that I climax with him, my walls milking every drop of his creamy cum into my core as I choke on a sob.
He pulls out, and Father Salvatore reaches down to spread me open, showing them the mess they’ve made of me.
“Look at what an obedient little lamb she is,” he says. “Ready to be filled with our sacred seed. Aren’t you, Mercy?”
“Yes, Father,” I say, writhing against his fingers. “I’m ready for you.”
“Almost,” he says. “Don’t you want to show Angel what a devil you are?”
“Yes,” I cry out, ready to say anything. Now that I’ve unlocked this part of me, I can’t get enough. It’s as if I’m making up for all the years of shame and frigidity now.
“You like knowing you have power over us, don’t you?” Father asks. “That he’d go down on his knees and suck your brother’s cum out of your cunt for a taste of you.”
“Yes,” I admit, my cheeks burning hotter.
“You love fucking all three of us, don’t you?” Saint taunts. “Knowing we’re so obsessed with you that we can’t let you go, even when we all know you’re a whore who wants us to take turns with you. But it’s not enough. You want the Master to rip you in two.”
His words hit home because they’re true. Tears drip down my cheeks as I hang my head. But it’s not in shame. Though my cheeks burn with embarrassment, my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been. I love the dirty, degrading things they say and do to me. But even when I’m on my knees, when I’m sobbing with the hurt of hearing them speak the truth of my wantonness, I know that the other part is true too. I do have power over them. So much power that they all want me, even though I’m with all of them and they have to share me.
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.”
