Chapter 2

Raven

W ith a heavy sigh, I shake my head at my reflection. There's no point trying to adjust this damn thing. No matter what I do, my ass is hanging out and so are my tits.

"Fuck it." I turn away from the mirror and leave the bathroom to find out what the hell is going on.

I swear, the priest better not see me here, or this is going to be awkward as fuck.

When I step into the main room where the service was held, I stumble to a stop when I see not one, but two priests standing next to the altar, their backs turned to me.

My eyes widen. What the hell. "Shit," I hiss, turning around, ready to run before they see me. What the fuck is Hunter playing at. If he thinks this is some funny joke, I'm going to make it so they can't contribute to future babies.

"Stop," a deep voice sounds as I turn. My body freezes, and I'm about to apologize for my boyfriend's sense of humor when I realize that I know that voice.

Spinning around, my eyes snap up to the two priests. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Now, now, Sister Raven," Taylor tsks. "That's no way to talk in the house of God." My brows shoot up. What the fuck is going on?

"I think she needs to come here and repent for her sins," Travis adds.

Is he for real right now? I'm stunned for a moment, my eyes bouncing between the two of them before huffing out a little laugh. Giving in, I walk over to them. Alright, they wanna play, I'll play their little game.

"Sorry, Father," I tell them in a bit of a snarky tone. "Or is it Fathers?"

Taylor's lip twitches. "Come here."

Both he and Travis stand there, tall and looming, dressed in priest robes and everything. While my outfit is clearly from a Halloween store, the adult section if the lack of fabric is anything to go by, theirs look a little bit more legit.

Doing as I'm asked, I approach them, trying to hide my grin as their gazes devour my body. Dirty boys, they seem to enjoy seeing me dressed like this.

Never thought role playing was on the table, but I mean, they dress up in masks and chase me naked through the woods, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

"So, Father," I say, doing my best to slip into the role. "What would you like?" I ask them both.

As Travis walks around the altar, Taylor steps behind me. I can feel him towering over me, his body pressed against mine. His stiff cock digging into my ass. My eyes flutter closed, and I don't suppress the moan that slips free.

"Dirty little thing, aren't you?" Taylor's chuckle is low, thick and gravely, sending a shiver through my whole body.

"I'm not the priest with a stiff cock. Isn't that frowned upon, Father? Maybe you're the dirty one," I whisper.

His warm breath fans against my ear. "Oh, trust me, Foxy Girl, the thoughts going through my mind about you are downright filthy."

"A mouth like that needs to be punished," Travis says, and my eyes slowly open. "We can't have you speaking such vile things, now can we?"

"Absolutely not," Taylor agrees, and I gasp when he spins me around quickly and picks me up, setting me on top of the altar.

My breathing picks up, my chest rising and falling as Taylor steps between my legs. "W-what kind of punishment?" I ask in a breathy tone. I have no idea what kind of game we're playing, or how far they plan on taking it, but I'm down for whatever they want to do with me, to me.

Heat grows in my belly as my pussy clenches. This is just plain cruel, teasing me like this, knowing how needy I've been for them lately.

"If you insist on using that dirty little mouth of yours, I think we have a better use for it," Taylor murmurs, the look in his eyes promising me that whatever is about to happen, I'm not going to be disappointed.

"Like what?" I bite my lower lip, gasping when he wraps his hand around my throat. He pushes me back as he uses his other hand to slide my ass to the edge of the altar until I'm laying flat on my back with my head hanging over the other side.

A thrill runs through me when I see Travis' cock in his hand. "Open up. Show me just how naughty that mouth can be," Travis demands.

I swallow hard, my body trembling with need. "Yes, Father," I whisper, watching his big hand wrap around his thick, hard cock as he slowly strokes himself. Precum leaks from the tip, and I lick my lips, wanting to taste him.

This is wrong, so damn wrong, and I'm so thankful I don't believe in religion because whatever is about to happen in this church, on this altar, would send us straight to hell.

"Open up," Travis commands, stepping forward. I do, opening nice and wide as I stick my tongue out, eager to suck his cock. He chuckles. "Such an eager one, aren't you? To pleasure her father." Okay, maybe that part is a bit off, but also... oddly hot? God, we're all fucked in the head, so who cares at this point.

My eyes close as Travis slides into my mouth. I gag when he hits the back of my throat; this angle is not something I'm used to.

His masculine groan of pleasure has my pussy weeping. "So fucking warm." Travis replaces Taylor's hand with his own, wrapping it around my throat. "Now, take your punishment like a good girl," he tells me, voice a thick rumble as he pulls almost all the way out, tracing my lips with the head of his cock before thrusting back in. My hands shoot out, gripping his hips. His hand tightens around my throat, and I moan, that fire in my belly growing.

This, this is what I needed. For them to stop treating me like I'm going to break.

"I'm not sure if this punishment is working," Taylor says, and Travis's thrusts start to pick up pace as he fucks my mouth. I'm trying not to gag, to keep my mouth open and relax my throat, but I gasp around Travis' cock when Taylor grabs my legs and widens them. "From the looks of it, she likes this punishment."

"Does she now?" Travis pants out.

"Oh, yes." Taylor chuckles. "Her panties are soaked right through." Taylor takes them off. "Look."

I whine because I want to see what they're doing but can't at this angle. Then I hear Travis inhale deeply before a growl rumbles in his chest. "You smell so fucking good, Dove. I'm jealous about what my brother is about to do to you."

I'm confused for a moment, but then Taylor spreads my legs again, and a second later, I'm moaning around Travis' cock as Taylor swipes his tongue up the slit of my needy pussy.

Fuck, finally, someone is giving my girl a little love. I was starting to think my men got body snatched or some shit.

My eyes roll back as Taylor starts to eat me out like a man on death row with his last meal.

"Do you know how fucking hot it is to see my brother between your legs, Dove?" Travis rumbles as he starts to pick up his pace again.

My fingers curl against his hips, nails digging into his flesh as that fire in my belly grows into a full-blown inferno. Travis growls, his hand around my throat tightening.

A thrill spikes through me, my nostrils flaring as I struggle to breathe.

"Seeing you like this..." Travis rasps. "At our mercy. Your life in our hands. It has us so damn unhinged. The things we want to fucking do to you."

Normally, it's Taylor who speaks like this, but I guess he can't, seeing how his mouth is busy doing unspeakable things to my cunt. And holy shit that man knows how to work that thing. In and out, tip flicking my clit perfectly, and when Taylor wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, I shatter.

I scream around Travis' cock, my back arching off the altar as I cum hard, my legs locking around Taylor's head. He growls against my pussy, not daring to stop as he continues doing his best to lick and suck me through my orgasm.

"You cum so fucking beautifully," Travis compliments as he pulls his cock free.

My eyes are watering as I suck in lungfuls of air, my head still draped over the side. I feel dizzy, my blood rushing to my head, but I don't care. My body feels so damn good getting the relief it's been aching for.

But this isn't enough. I want more. And I think I'll literally cry if they stop here. If we leave here without one of them–preferably both of them–dicking me down good, I will start a fucking riot.

"You really are a bad, bad girl, Sister Raven," Taylor scolds in a teasing tone. He grabs my hand and pulls me upright. He wipes his lips, glistening with my release, off with the back of his hand. "The way you so easily came undone by my tongue, the way your greedy little cunt loved what Father Travis did as your punishment... this won't do. Not at all."

I raise a brow. I guess we're sticking with the game. I also don't point out that I'm not the only one sinning right now. The things they're doing to me aren't things a priest should be doing to a nun, that's for sure. Not that I'm complaining, I want to know what else they plan to do.

"I agree, Father Taylor. I think Sister Raven needs some time in the confessional. To repent for her sins."

"Great idea," Taylor agrees with a mischievous grin.

Fucking hell, this is so fucked up. So damn wrong. In the confessional, really? Yet, here I am, super excited to see what will happen next.

Travis tucks his cock away as he moves around to my front. "Are you ready, Sister Raven, to confess all your deepest, darkest sins?"

"Why the hell not?" I say, hopping off the altar. "If it means someone ends up fucking me, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Taylor tsks, stepping up to me, so close I have to tilt my head back to look up at him. He grips my chin, grinning down at me amused. "I ought to wash your mouth out," he says before leaning in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, making me shiver. "With my cum." He nips my earlobe, and I don't hold back the needy groan. I want that. So damn bad.

Travis steps off the stage and walks towards the confessional booth. "Are we really doing this?" I ask Taylor, not really sure what this is.

He smirks. "Afraid of what you might confess, Foxy Girl?"

"I'm sure there's nothing I could say that would shock the two of you." I grin back.

"Shock? No. Thrill? Now that's a different story." He gives me a dark look.

Taking my hand, Taylor leads me towards the booth. I watch as Travis slips into one side and Taylor guides me into the other. He sits down and I stand there, waiting. "Shut the screen," he instructs me.

As soon as I do, I gasp as he pulls me down into his lap.

He wraps his arm around my waist, one hand over my belly as the other pulls my dress up. "Be a good girl, Sister Raven. We wouldn't want Father Travis to hear you now, would we?"

I'm about to ask what he means when he glides his thick long fingers through my soaked folds. I bite my lip, holding back a moan as he thrusts them up inside me. I suck in a breath, my body sagging back against Taylor. I widen my legs, asking for more.

His chest vibrates with a chuckle. "I fucking love how needy you are for us." He kisses my neck, sucking hard before biting.

The little window thing opens, snapping my attention over to it. No one says anything as Taylor continues to torture me, pumping his fingers in and out painfully slow.

"You're up, Foxy Girl," Taylor whispers in my ear. "Gotta say the right words."

Right words? What the hell is he talking about? Fuck. My brain can't concentrate when he's driving me crazy like this.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned..." Taylor starts.

"Bless me, Father..." I start but have to bite down on my lip to smother the moan when he brushes his thumb over my clit.

"For I have sinned." He chuckles softly in my ear. Asshole.

"F-for I have s-sinned," I gasp out.

"When was your last confession?" Travis asks.

"This is my first," I reply shakily.

"Then you must have a lot to atone for," he responds.

"Y-yes."

"Then tell me, what are your sins."

"Tell him, Raven," Taylor murmurs in my ear. "Tell him all the fucked up dirty shit you love that we do to you."

"I-I'm a bad girl." I close my eyes, my body buzzing with the pleasure Taylor's fingers are giving me.

"How so?" Travis asks.

"I like sex. Love it. I can't live without it."

"And what is it about sex you love so much that you feel like you have to have it?"

"Everything." I moan, unable to hold back. "The way my men make me feel when their hands are on me. The way they look at me like I'm their everything. The power I get when I make them lose control."

"So, you have more than one man in your bed?" Travis questions as Taylor starts to fuck me faster with his fingers.

"Yes," I pant out. "Five."

"That's a lot."

"No." I shake my head against Taylor's shoulder. "It's perfect. They all love me no matter what, know me better than I know myself." Taylor kisses my neck, making me melt into him. "They kill for me. They love me so hard, sometimes I don't know how to handle it. They're beyond amazing. The best guys I could ever ask for."

"What's something you love about them?" Travis asks.

"I love it when they use me. My body. That they take what they want and give me what I need."

"Like what?" Travis asks.

"I love it when Link lets go and lets his hunger for me consume him. The pain, the possession. I love it when he chokes me, when I know he has the power to kill me but he would rather burn the world than ever truly hurt me."

"And Hunter?" Travis asks.

"I love his crazy, his playfulness, his loyalty. He's my best friend. I love how he pushes me to feel things."

"Quinton?"

"He's the light to all of your darkness. The tenderness to your rough. I love everything about each of you, but he gives me a place to breathe, to wind down and let me just be."

"What about me?" Travis asks.

Taylor's breathing has started to pick up, his grip on my belly moves up so that his hand is wrapped around my throat, making me moan as he curls his fingers, hitting my sweet spot perfectly. "And me?" he asks in a hungry tone.

"I love that you both do everything together. Love me, fuck me, protect me. There is no you without him, and the other way around. I love Travis' softer side, the logical one. And I love Taylor's hunger, when he gets so consumed by it he doesn't know how to handle it. That his love and want for me makes him lose control."

"Fuck," Taylor growls. "I fucking need you, Foxy Girl." He roughly jerks my head to the side and kisses me hard, making my head spin. His tongue pushes between my lips, and I whimper as he kisses me savagely, his fingers sliding up to work my clit. It's like a dance the way they move from my clit, to thrusting inside me, over and over until I'm writhing on his lap.

The coil in my belly snaps, and my pussy clamps down around his fingers as I scream into his mouth. He swallows the sound, his lips moving against mine hungrily.

"Such a good fucking girl." Taylor pulls his lips away from mine. I watch his crazed eyes bore into my widening ones as he slips a finger into my ass. "I'm going to fuck you, Raven. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside this tight ass."

"Please," I moan, struggling to catch my breath as he thrusts his finger in and out before adding a second one. They slide in easily, my arousal providing the perfect lubrication.

"Please what?" asks.

"Fuck me, Taylor. Fuck me in the ass. I need you."

"Fucking right, you need me," he growls, pulling his fingers free. "Are you going to be a good girl for me, Foxy Girl, and take my fucking cock." He adjusts me until the tip of his cock presses against my asshole, and I shiver.

"God yes," I whimper, and he pushes me down slowly. My hands grip his thighs, nails digging in at the pressure, the slight sting. It's been a while since anyone's been back here.

But I fucking love it. He's so big, so thick.

The curtain pulls back and Travis steps in. He looms over us and I look up at him, chest heaving, eyes lidded with lust.

"Oh, Raven," he sighs. "There's really no hope for you, is there? You can try to repent for your sins as many times as you want, but deep down, you're always going to be a filthy whore, aren't you?"

"Yes," I moan as Taylor bottoms out.

"You're a little cock slut, desperate to be filled. How many cocks can you fit inside you at once, Raven?"

"A lot," I pant out, my ass clenching around Taylor in anticipation of knowing what's coming next. I love it when they both take me at once. They always make me feel so stuffed. The pleasure is indescribable.

"Oh really? I know you can take two. You love it when we both fill you up at the same time."

"So much. Please."

"Please what, Dove?" he asks softly, brushing his fingers against my cheek and down my jaw.

"Fuck me."

"Where?" he asks, sliding his hand down my neck, over the tops of my breast, and down to my pussy. "Here?"

"Yes. Yes, god yes! Please!" I practically sob. Even after two orgasms, I'm still not satisfied. Taylor's cock is inside me, but he's not fucking moving. I need them to move, to fuck me. To make me cum with their cocks.

Travis gets to his knees, looking so damn sexy in that outfit. Again, this is so fucked up and wrong. But couldn't that be said for more than half the shit we do? We tossed our morals out the window a long time ago.

"Shhhh," Travis soothes, running his hands up and down my bare thighs. "We're going to make you feel so damn good baby."

"Well, Father Travis," Taylor grinds out. "If you don't get your fucking cock inside her, it's going to be me making her feel good by bending her over and fucking her until she's a fucking mess."

I mean... I wouldn't say no to that.

"Both of you are so damn impatient." Travis chuckles, pulling his cock free. I lick my lips, my body shaking with need as I watch him pump his length. He leans up, pulling my breast free and sucks it into his mouth.

My eyes flutter shut, and I clench around Taylor, making him growl as Travis adjusts himself, pushing his cock slowly inside me.

"I know you want rough," Travis murmurs against my breast, my nipple pebbling at the cool air as he moves to the next. "But, the fact is, you're still pregnant with our baby. We hear you, we see you. But we will not put you in danger. Ever. So, we will fuck you. But we do it on our terms without putting Baby Bird at risk, okay?"

And now I'm crying. Fucking hell. Why do they have to be so damn fucking perfect?

I'm going to say these are tears of frustration at the fact no one is fucking me yet.

"Yes." I nod, tangling my hand in his hair as he plays with my other breast.

Both Travis and Taylor adjust me so that they have some room to move.

The two of them work me over slowly, but fuck, it feels amazing. Together they work their cocks in and out. One thrusts in as the other pulls out. Like a well-oiled cock machine.

The sounds that leave my mouth aren't human as they send my body to new heights.

I'm sobbing, crying, begging for release by the time they start to pick up the pace.

"I can't hold back anymore," Taylor growls. "I need to fucking cum."

"Then cum," Travis grunts as he thrust inside me deeply.

"I'm not used to this. I need harder," Taylor grunts.

"Then fuck me harder," I grind out. "You're not going to hit the baby from inside my ass."

Travis chuckles, sounding out of breath. "Stop. Don't encourage him."

"I just wanna be fucked," I sob. "You're not going to hurt me."

Travis looks at Taylor and sighs before nodding. Together, somehow in this cramped space, they manage to stand with me still between them, cocks still inside me and change positions. I straddle Travis as Taylor stands behind me. He grips my ass and starts pounding into me.

My head falls forward, pressing against Travis's. "Fucking hell. Yes. Fuck. Your ass feels so fucking good, baby." The sound of his hips slapping against my ass fills the space.

"You're doing so good, Dove. Taking our cocks so well." Travis brings his thumb to my clit, and I whimper, my belly cramping with the overwhelming need to cum.

"I'm so close," I pant out. Taylor's movements have him pretty much moving me on Travis's cock. Travis grips my hips, trying to move me in rhythm with Taylor, but Taylor is long gone. The sounds that are leaving him are purely feral. I'm just along for the ride at this point.

"Fuck, fucking hell, fuck!" Taylor roars, his fingers digging into my shoulder as the other one tightens in my hair painfully. His cock jerks inside me, flooding me with the warmth of his cum deep inside my ass.

"That's it," he growls, still fucking me. "Take my cock. Take my fucking cum like the slut you are."

His words mixed with Travis' cock and fingers working my clit cause me to break. "Oh fuck," I cry out, my body clamping around the both of them. This orgasm is smaller, my body too tired to handle anymore. But it's just as amazing as wave after wave of pleasure takes over me.

My climax triggers Travis', he curses and grunts. His grip on my hips tightens, but not enough to hurt as he empties himself inside me, rope after rope filling me up.

"Hate to break this up," Hunter's voice pops the love haze. "But we've tried everything. Andrew won't stop crying. Quinton is freaking out. He won't settle for me, and Link is gone to the warehouse for work. I think he wants his mama. I really did try to wait until you three were done. Although, I wish I could have watched," he mutters

"Fuck," Taylor curses. He pulls out of my ass, a gush of his cum leaving with him.

Me? I burst out laughing. Deep belly laughs. I laugh so hard that I can't breathe.

"Ah, Little Mouse, you good in there?"

I look at Travis, finding him grinning at me. He reaches up, brushing the hair out of my face and leans up to kiss my forehead with a chuckle of his own.

"Me?" I gasp. "Oh yeah, fine. Just fine."

"I love you," Travis tells me.

"I love you too, Foxy Girl," Taylor says, slapping my ass hard.

I'm smiling so damn hard, my face hurts.

What is my life? Babies and serial killers, that's what. And I wouldn't have it any other way.