5. Chapter Five

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CHAPTER FIVE

A bruptly, the scene changed. My hands were pulled roughly above my head a moment before my orgasm, and my cock pulsed and jumped quite desperately. I thrust into the air, frustrated to the point of tears, barely registering the words that had been spoken to me or the fact both Oliviero and the chapel had disappeared.

I was back before Malphas. I was on my knees, with my hands pulled up and away from my body. Cum—not my own—had pooled around me. I wondered distantly if the imps had kept using me whilst I slept, a thought that made my untouched member pulse once more.

"Please," I said. My voice cracked. I could not hide how pathetic I felt, how desperate. At that moment, all I wanted was to cum. A heaviness clouded my mind; a warm dizziness overtook me. I ground my hips towards nothing and felt nothing but the air; no friction to aid me. My skin felt too warm. I needed?—

Malphas spoke over my piteous begging. "That thou mightst have infected all of those folk with thy lust, and hadst those folk ravish thee f'r years and years in the house of God? Doth it upset thee?"

I found I was crying out of frustration. I thrashed against who or whatever was holding me. "Give me release!" I begged.

A great force slapped across my face, and my head slammed to the side. A bright and vicious pain throbbed over my cheek; I felt the answering dribble of precum leak from my swollen head. I whimpered, but the sound evoked no empathy from any of my watchers.

"Answer me, filthy mortal!" Malphas rumbled. The room filled with his rage, and my whole body quivered.

" Yes!"

My confession rebounded off the stone, and the imps in the stands cheered and whooped before Malphas raised his foot and stomped onto the ground. Another earthquake of a sound rolled percussive through the room.

The silence that descended after felt heavy. The eeriness, which came from the thousand sets of eyes resting on me and nothing but the distant creaking wind to listen to, had me shivering and uncertain. Malphas waited. I knew it wanted me to speak.

Be honest with yourself , I thought, because lying was the Church's business.

"If that was the truth," I whispered, "or in any way close to the truth. . .If any one of my brethren had even thought something similar to what I had. . .or perhaps indulged enough to touch themselves. Even if it was women they craved to the same extent as I craved men?—"

I cut myself off, for I did not know how to end the thought. What would I have done? I might have felt less alone to know it, but the knowledge would not have been enough to keep me devout.

"What has't thee come to realise?" Malphas asked.

I exhaled shakily. "That. . . what I wanted and what I craved would never have been welcome in that place. That no matter who shared my desires, I would only have ever been able to indulge in them in secret. That what I want. . ." I breathed deep, inhaling sulphur, taking Hell into my lungs, "is this. Is you. Is Asmodeus. I want to belong to Hell; I want you to make an altar of flesh. I want to worship with my body. Please—let me finish ."

Malphas' voice rumbled low and satisfied. "Well done, piteous human. Thee may has't thy recompense."

The imps who were holding my arms shifted so they were pulling them directly back. I rocked forward onto my knees, my back straight and ass raised. More like a dog than ever before.

Fingers appeared in my mouth, a set of impish, sharp nailed digits that pulsed in and out. I sucked them, tasting dirt and cum and other things I could not name, and once they had slicked their fingers up, they slipped out of my mouth with a pop.

Those same fingers were brought to my ass. The hole had already loosened. I guessed once more they had been using me for however long I had been in the fantasy with Oliviero—nothing but a receptacle for their fluids, a toy for their pleasure. God , the thought had me arching back.

Impish fingers sank into me. The feeling somehow moved deeper than their tips; I felt my insides pulse, the pleasure called forth from the intestinal maze. And then the fingers were removed and replaced almost instantly with a cock, and then another, pulsing in and out of me at different rhythms.

I became ruttish.

" Ah, ah, ah!" I met every thrust with a moan, and I tried to thrust back myself, eager to be fucked. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but they still held my arms locked behind me. It meant every one of their thrusts rebounded through my body. As every one of their thrusts slid out, I jerked back the instant the sphincter closed around their tip, and I was brought sliding back down to the base of their cocks by the force of their hips.

Minutes went on like that. I was open-mouthed and drooling, my body fully on display, cock jumping between my legs with every bounce. The imps in the stands were back to applause, but I could barely hear anything, so fogged was my mind with pleasure.

Then, the imps began to fuck me forward. I was forced to crawl, every thrust moving me closer to the throne, where Malphas watched impassively. I could see its cock twitching at the sight of me, but it was not hard—and I knew intrinsically it would not renege on its promise to not fuck me. What, then, were the imps doing?

The cold marble floor dug into my knees, and every push forward sent aches up my thighs. Then, all at once, I was craning up to this raven-headed demon, completely at its mercy. Up close, I could not pretend to ignore the size of it. When it shifted, the sight caused me to cry out—a delirious sound that only enticed the imps to fuck faster and harder into my gaping hole.

"What—" I began, before impish fingers found their way into my mouth again. Two sets of hands held my mouth open, pulling back so I could only moan, not speak. Silenced like a whore, I watched fearfully as Malphas shifted. It brought its foot up?—

--and pressed it against my cock.

Friction. Blissful, sudden friction. Next to the demon's enormous foot, my cock was barely noticeable. My pale skin pulsed and rutted up against its jet-black flesh. With near careless energy, it rubbed my poor swollen cock, bringing its pace in line with the imps, who fucked tirelessly into me, and it was about then that I lost time—or lost the ability to register much else except pleasure.

I could not tell you if anything else happened. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull and my body reached a point of luscious, indescribable feeling. Warmth, pleasure, an ecstasy that jolted my soul from the flesh itself, or an ecstasy that rendered my soul to nothing but my body—I couldn't be sure, except that when the orgasm came, it was nearly violent.

I cried out, my voice screaming through the air, and I kept thrusting up against Malphas' foot long after the initial shock had plundered me. Even as it began to ache, the feeling too much, too overwhelming, I kept rutting. I don't know how long I moaned and thrust forward. I don't know how long I kept moving.

All I know is, by the time I had recovered, and throes of pleasure had ebbed away enough for me to regain a sense of stability and consciousness, all the imps had disappeared.

I could still feel the ache in my body, the way my hole throbbed around nothingness, open to the world. My cock lay flaccid and spent over my thigh, and above me, Malphas watched as if it had never moved.

Malphas said, "Thee has't proven yourself, as mine own L'rd commanded of me. Thee art worthy of becoming a plaything f'r the Prince himself. Wend on, dram lamb, blasphemous priest. Alloweth yourself be fucked again and again until Asmodeus opens his door to thee."

And like that, a door appeared. I turned, still splayed on the ground, as stone rumbled and between the black cliff spawned a slither of light. It was my passage forward.

When I turned back to Malphas, the demon was gone.