Eating the little saintess's cunt

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Standing by the wall wasn't so sweet anymore so here I was, gagging.

His hand was fisted tightly in my hair, fucking my throat and moaning my name like a prayer.

I chocked and drooled all over his shaft, barely breathing.

I didn't know I would be this perfect.

A part of my mind kept whispering that this was wrong, but my other side loved this as hell, and I went with the rhythm.

This was indeed wrong. But who cares right now? This was a dream come true, Regret could come later.

When he finally exploded down my throat, holding my head in place until I swallowed every drop, he pulled out and bent to kiss my forehead tenderly. “Can we do this any other day?"

I smiled weakly, trying to stand properly. "One sin is enough, Father."

"Sin...?" He moved closer to my neck, pulling my singlet from behind. "I don't think that was a sin, do you?"

"Father..."

"We're werewolves. We're mates. Jesus is for the humans not for the wolves in us or the mate bond formed by the goddess." He kissed my neck. "Or did you wanna..."

"I should leave. "Leave the sermons for the church."

I didn't wait for reply, I hurried out, my legs still shaky.

I locked the door behind me and sank to the floor when I got back in.

Lord Jesus! What had I done!?

My hands shook, my throat even burned and hitched at the same time.

I stumbled to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth three times, but it didn't help. The mate bond glowed even brighter as if mocking my sin.

Rinsing my mouth won't work.

As fast as light. I cleaned myself physically. I would go to sleep. Perhaps all these would just be a dream, as it had always been.

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My ringtone blared, jolting me awake from my dream about Reign.

I reached out to my bedside, where I normally took the phone every morning, but it wasn’t there.

Urrgh! I’d dropped it on the table.

Still sleepily, I got up to get it and picked the call without checking the screen. “Hello?”

“Dona, where are you? I’ve been calling since forever!” Mum’s voice rang out.

Shit. “Mum?”

“Oh my, Donny, what were you doing?”

Mum and her ridiculous nicknames!

“I… I was sleeping and…”

"Whatever." She cut me off. "Well there's an issue."

My heart thumped, I waited.

"Moses just got a call that Knight is drunk with the other priests at Saint Thomas’s crypt secret room.”

I gulped hard. “So...??”

“So…?” Mum scoffed. “This is your chance! Before he calls the other brothers, you go there and help him out!”

My palms hitched. “Mum, I can't just pick up a drunk priest from some crypt. What if he …”

“This is an opportunity to get close to him spiritually. Knight is also the only pilgrim amongst his brothers. Go there now or forget the library you wanted in the house.”

“Mum…”

She ended the call.

How could she just threaten with what I had looked forward to for two months now.

Arggh!

I checked the time. It was 9: 00PM and she’d called for more than 13 times already — which means I’d slept for the entire afternoon trying to forget what I’d done with Reign — or what I'd let him do with me.

But anything that might be or not, now was not the time to worry about it.

I can't risk my library for anything.

Twenty minutes later, I was showered and dressed in my saintess white lace, my hair still damp and I left my room..

Reign’s room was locked, and the other person at home was Zion — the fourth brother, cutting laps in the pool.

I got out of the mansion in a few minutes, trying my best not to think of Reign as I hurried towards the cathedral which wasn't far.

The men lusted at my body as I move but I kept my gaze down and walked with ‘holiness’

“The Alpha's new stepdaughter is so innocent. I wish the Lord would purify me like her.” I heard some sisters coming from the evening program but I smiled gently as I passed them.

Only if they knew I just got gagged on hot cum dripping from their priest's cock.

Getting to Saint Thomas's crypt wasn't hard. The secret room was also easy to get in.

I stopped for a while. How could priest turn a holy crypt into a mini bar like this?

Nothing seemed holy. Would Knight, the priglim be here?

Mum must be mistaken. I called her phone, and as expected, it was off.

Damn off like it always was after giving me the mist impossible errand ever.

But nevertheless, I entered.

Priest's milled around drunkenly. None of them looked like my stepbrother.

I was on the verge of giving up when a hand suddenly tapped me from behind.

I whirled around ready to tell the perv to fuck off, but it was Knight.

He staggered drunkenly. “Hey, Little Saint. Wanna get ordained?”

I heaved a sigh of relief. “I came to bring you back, Father. Come with me please” I reached out, trying to grab his hand but he brushed it away.

“Am I ugly?”

Eww. How much I hated dealing with drunkards. But I smiled and still tried to get him. “You’re very handsome. No female can resist your charm, now can we go home?”

“No!” Knight snapped. “If I go back, I’ll have to sleep in that house knowing she's there... and I can't fuckin touch her!"

Who says I cared? I managed to put my arm over his shoulder. "Let's get out of here, Father. You're drunk."

"No, I don't want to see her."

"Try to tell her your mind and don't be a coward."

He stopped abruptly. “No! I can’t talk to her. Zion and Reign said she’s our sister!”

Wait. “What?”

"You see..." he gulped. "

“Let’s get you home first.”

He must be saying this because he was drunk.

Through his other jargons, and staggering, we made it out of the crypt to the parking lot behind the building.

No one was there, and the lights were steady, unlike the purple and red club neon lighting in the club.

He pulled away from my grip to look at me. I didn’t flinch. He might not even recognize me.

But I wasn’t so lucky.

“Dona… Donatella?" he tried to touch my face.

“You’re drunk Father. Let's get you back home.” I retained my stance even though the sweat that had now covered me.

His eyes shifted dramatically darker, and the drunkenness seemed to fade away. “Dona, it’s really you?”

“Yes Father,” I stepped back. “Mum called.”

Knight stumbled forward and grabbed my hand, he reeked of whiskey and olive, that made my pulse spike and quicken my heartbeat.

“I get hard when I think of you.” he slurred against my neck. “Every fucking night, it’s torture that I don’t get to make you moan my name.”

These brothers aren’t normal. First, it was Reign, and now it's Knight.

I twisted my hand. “You’re talking nonsense, Father. Let me go.”

His grip was tight, and thankfully, a wall was nearby. He pinned me against it, the button on his cassock cold against my belly. “You're so intoxicating."

“Father Knight…” I was about to say but the pull… I stopped and looked down at my hand, and just like earlier with Reign, the golden bond had appeared again.

My heart slammed as I watched the bond slowly trace its way to Knight’s wrist.

He also gasped as he saw this but smiled happily. “See. We’re mates”

“No” I whispered as if denial would stop the glow. “You can’t be my mate…again!”

Two mates. TWO. And both were my stepbrothers.

“This wasn't possible.. the bond was supposed to be scary, one person destined for you.”

What the hell was happening to me!?

“Father, please, reject it,” I pleaded immediately. “Reject this damn bond, in the name of Jesus!!”

He laughed sadistically and approached me again. “Over my fuckin dead body will I reject you"

Knight didn't wait, he crashed his mouth against mine, sucking hard enough to leave marks while his hand ripped my shirt open, buttons went flying everywhere.

I felt hot furs on the spot his hand was, showing his wolf had taken over, then he yanked my bra down and attacked my breasts like a starving wolf.

“Fuck. These tits are blessed enough for a priest’s mouth.” He groaned, sucking one stiff nipple deep, biting and licking while his other hand shoved between my thighs.

I was sinfully soaked.

His thick fingers pushed my panties aside and sank two fingers into my dropping pussy without warning.

I gasped. “Please…Father.”

“So tight…and so wet, little saint.” He growled, pumping his fingers faster while his thumb rubbed my clit. “You’re such a filthy saint.”

I moaned loudly. “Forgive me, Father.”

“Louderrrr”

“Forgive me, for being a whore.” Shame and pleasure mixed dangerously.

He dropped to his knees in the backseat, spread my thighs wide and buried his face between my legs like he was praying.

“Hunnn” I couldn't control that. “Fuuuck, Father, please…”

Knight's tongue was merciless—licking, and devouring my clit while his fingers were pumping the hell out.

I came hard on his tongue, my thighs shaking and my body vibrating.

“You taste so good.” He kissed my cunt before getting back to his feet. “A good cock should defile that.”

Shock ran through my body. Who says I was a virgin.

These men aren't what I thought they were. They're the angels of lust itself!

And I… loved it?