10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Lorne

I’ve never seen Declan so much as glance at a woman before. He’s always there when Cas and I fuck a girl. He gets off on it, and sometimes he’ll fuck Cas or me or ask one of us to fuck him while he watches the other fuck the girl.

But he never touches the woman.

He’s got some fucked up thing about women. We thought it was taken care of when we killed his aunt, but it was so deeply embedded in him, he’s suffered his entire life. Declan hates women. He thinks they’re the personification of evil and that nothing good can come from falling in love with one. It’s fucked up, considering how religious he is, and the point of most religions is to procreate and multiply. But Declan has some deep-seated trauma caused by a woman who was supposed to protect him.

The first word he learned was “Devil,” with a finger pointed at him. And that was after being traumatized by a junkie mother who would sell him to the highest bidder for the thinnest crack rock or a hit of heroin.

I take a drag of my cigarette and stare at him. He’s not standing by the door anymore. He’s now at the side of the bed, looking at the girl. Her tits are exposed, and her dress has ridden high on her thighs.

That fucker was about to fucking do something to her. I realize how fucked up it is because Declan is touching her the same way Peter would have, and I don’t care. Because, unlike Peter, we don’t want her for any reason other than we crave her.

Declan’s touch on her skin is right. It even seems divine. I never claimed to be a fucking good guy with morals. I’m just a guy who will do anything I fucking want and protect those I love and those who are mine. Little Snow doesn’t know she’s ours, but she will soon enough. She’s the queen of our hellscape, the center of the trinity. The earth that grounds us.

“Burn the memory of her body in your mind through touch. This is what the pearly gates will look like. She’s the path to paradise.”

I expect Declan to tell me no. That there are some sins he won’t commit. But to my shock, he brushes the tip of his index finger along her hard nipple. Fuck, the girls got the hottest tits I’ve ever seen, with the prettiest pink nipple on top like the perfect cherry on a Sundae. So huge that I want to be smothered by them,

I step away from the wall toward Declan. I press my hand against his dick bulging in his pants as I grind my growing erection into his ass. “You hard, Dec? Because my cock is about to bust out of my pants watching you touch her. Pull up her dress, Dec. She’s sleeping. It’s the perfect time. Take a bite of the apple, Declan, and be free. Be like God. Know every pleasure and experience every sin.”

Declan’s breath hitches, and he leans into my chest.

“Don’t worry, Dec,” I say as I unbuckle his pants and pull out his belt. “I’ll always give you what you need.”

My hands fumble along the collar of his black dress shirt as I pull it off his shoulders, exposing his scarred and tattered back. Years of whips, belts, and canes have left him covered in scar tissue, all beginning at the ripe old age of three.

I hiss and turn away, not wanting to witness the years of trauma he wears upon his flesh. I long to go back to the day when we killed the bitch who started it all, hoping to break the cycle of his past and help my friend be free. “Go on, Declan. Touch her pussy.”

Declan keeps one hand on her breast, squeezing it gently. His other hand roams down her body and over her tempting curves until he reaches the hem of her little black dress. “She’s beautiful, Lorne. She looks like an angel, and all I wanna do is violate her.”

He lifts her dress as I unbuckle his pants. His cock unleashes onto my open palm. “I don’t want to use the belt, Declan. I want to be buried deep in your ass while you tongue fuck her. You’re going to eat that sweet cunt while I rail your ass. You’re not going to cum, Declan. Know why?”

“No,” he pants.

“Because I’m not willing to punish you for it. I’m tired of dealing with your need for penance. So instead of whips and belts stinging your back, I’m not going to let you cum.”

He pulls her panties down to her ankles and over her feet. Then he brings his face to her cunt with an audible inhale. I push his face into her pussy and hold it there while yanking his pants down.

Commando.

I slip my hand into my pocket and take out the small bottle of lube, squirting it in the crack of his ass. “Eat her out, Declan. Get high on her and forget about God.” I rub my cock with the silky liquid before pushing into his ass.

Declan moans between slurps. God, she must have a juicy fucking cunt.

I pull Dec off her and kiss him, overwhelmed by a ravenous need to have her flavor on my tongue. “She tastes good, Dec. She’s going to be sitting on the table for us with her legs spread so we can have a little taste whenever we want. She’s the one, Declan. The key. She’s who you need because it hasn’t been Cas or me.”

“I need,” he croaks

My heart cracks. I’m aware of what he’s asking of me. His eyes are sullen and sad. He’s like the sad kid I met in my first year of high school.

I press my lips to his again as my cock moves in and out of him in slow torturous movements. “Do what you want with her, Declan. She’ll give you what you need. If she doesn’t, we’ll help you.”

Relief floods his face as he smiles, and he nods before moving back to Noelle’s pussy.

“Blessed isn’t the man who endures temptation. Blessed is the man who succumbs to desire. If God didn’t want us to fuck, suck, and lick, he wouldn’t have made it feel so good.”

Declan wails as he pushes his ass back, trying to get more friction with my cock.

“Why do people scream for Jesus or God when they’re about to come?” I fuck him hard, railing his ass with no mercy. “Church doesn’t lead you to heaven. It’s my dick in your ass and your tongue on her pussy that does.”

I snake my hand around Declan, gripping his cock. “You like this, Dec. Your cock has never been this hard before. You want to fuck her, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Declan cries.

I understand that admission took a lot out of him. I’m shocked that he’s even doing this. When Cas and I banged other girls, Dec sat in the corner and jerked off. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t jerking off over the woman but over our treatment of her. That was something we did for him. He needed to watch us degrade them. Probably some fucked up shit with his past.

I grip the back of his neck and push. Declan thrashes under my hand. I know he’s having a hard time breathing, but I don’t care. I’m close, and I need this. Usually, Cas chokes me so I don’t harm anyone else, but he’s not here, and this will have to do.

“It’s a baptism, Declan, and her cunt juice is holy fucking water.”

I pound into him until I can’t take it anymore. I pull out of him and yank his head off her by his hair, pushing him aside as I fist my cock and release my cum all over her pussy. Branding her with my scent, marking her as mine.

I turn to Declan. “You want to lick my cum off her, don’t you?”

He hesitates, watching my cum glide down her slit.

All I can think about is our cum oozing out of her three holes. I grab his hand and pull him toward me. “We’re going to do this together.”

On our knees, our faces an inch away from her hot, wet cunt, we part our lips and clean her pussy with our tongues. It’s erotic, tasting our depravity and consuming our lust.

“Fuck,” Declan moans. His eyes fall closed. He’s in the moment.

This is when he’s with me, when he doesn’t think about how he should punish himself before the man in the sky does.

I grip the back of his neck and tilt his head back. His mouth opens wide, and I spit my cum inside, admiring how it rests on his tongue. “Give it back to me, Dec. Fuck the blood of Christ. This is the sacrament.”

Declan’s eyes open. The look of peace vanishes, and I see the lurking sense of panic, feel it creeping into his flesh. He’s not in the moment anymore. His body is rigid. His hands shoot up.

I’m on the ground in a flash, his hands pressing on my throat. I can’t breathe. My cock rises. I want to fuck and be fucked. I crave it. My mouth opens, but the pressure of his hands makes it impossible for me to speak. He spits the cum in my mouth. I get lost in the sensation of running out of oxygen and the flavors flooding my mouth.

“You want to corrupt me, Lorne. You want me to be depraved like you. Like Cas. To have no remorse?”

He moves his body on top of mine, his hard cock moving closer to my mouth. “You want a communion, Lorne. I’ll make you drown with the heavenly father’s love.”