“You’re a sound sleeper after I’ve fucked the life out of you.”
He plays with my clit softly, his hips rocking up, making me ride the waves of ecstasy. He knows I’m close.
“Zack, please let me come.”
“Darlin’, you can come as soon as you slip that ring on my finger and say those two words.”
I grab his hand and push the ring on. At the same time, I scream, “I do!” I’m coming so hard that everything goes black.
Zack holds me down, my face buried in his neck as I milk his cock. When my orgasm wanes, he pulls me off him and flips me onto all fours.
Hitching up the skirt of my dress, he lets out a growl as he sees the gift I’ve hidden for him. His fingers tease around the shiny silver gem of the plug in my ass.
“You did this all for me?” he croons, and I whimper as I nod. It’s not the first time he’s taken my ass, but there’s something so intensely erotic about presenting it to him practically gift-wrapped in front of all these men who only wish they could touch me.
Zack toys with the plug, twisting it around, pushing it in and out before tugging it out all the way. I groan loudly as the muscles in my ass twitch from the loss of something so pronounced in me.
I tense slightly as Zack lines his cock up with my stretched hole, anticipating the pain that always comes with a brutal ass-fuck. He enters me swiftly, filling me and making me scream for God. But the only God I’m calling to is the one inside me right now.
When I look out over our guests, I see that some more have died from their wounds. That’s a shame. I was hoping to make each one suffer for as long as possible. The few who are still alive watch on in horror.
I decide to put on more of a show for them, so I stick mytongue out obscenely and roll my eyes back like I’m in the midst of an exorcism as Zack fucks me brutally from behind. Each violent thrust has me howling in pleasure.
“All you sick fucks better be watching this! Your angel is all mine now. She’s my little sinner. My hot as fuck whore with a taste for blood.My wife. Not afraid of anything. Isn’t that right, Mrs Vaughn?” He grabs my throat, pulling me flush to his body and I groan with pleasure as his cock hits me deeper. “Hold your dress up and finger yourself. Show them your pussy one last time. Let them die with the image of it dripping for me burned into their retinas.”
I do as he says. Gathering the hem of my wedding dress and holding it at my waist, I push three fingers into myself. My bare pussy stretches wide as I scissor them, plunging them in and out. Zack starts playing with my clit and the feeling of being so full, so used, has me close to coming again. I can feel him thickening as well. Ready to spill inside me.
I reach back for his face and guide his lips to mine for a kiss. “I love you forever,” I sigh.
“Love you too, darlin’. Now come for your God.” I more than come. I squirt all over my fingers and the floor as he finishes inside my ass. It goes on forever, an endless flood of come, filling me and pouring out of me.
Zack pulls out, and another wet splash hits the ground. Then he plugs my ass back up with the toy. “You’re gonna keep that inside you and feel my hot come soaking into you as we kill the rest of these bastards.”
Zack helps me to my feet, straightening my dress out for me, and fixing my hair and veil. I’m unstable in my heels after such a torrent of orgasms, and his strong grip is the only thing keeping me steady.
“My perfect wife,” he says, pinching my chin. “I got you a gift as well.”
Reaching into his jacket, he pulls out a switchblade and gently places it on my palm. One side of the handle is decorated with silver thorns and roses, on the other sidesinneris engravedin an elegant script.
“Oh, baby, I love it!” I hug him tight, and he laughs softly.
“Ready to put it to good use?” He smirks at me, a bright twinkle in his eye.
“With you, I’m ready for anything.”
We turn to the Fathers in the pews and walk hand-in-hand down to them. The few that haven’t choked to death on their own blood immediately start to fight against their bindings. One falls to the floor, and Zack lets me have the first stab.
We work our way through each man, not stopping until our clothes are soaked in blood and we’re sure they’re all dead.
There’s just one man left.
Father Stone is frozen, his mouth hanging open as he stares at his dead friends.
“Time to join them,” Zack says, and Stone lets out a blood-curdling scream as he pulls his hands from the pulpit, causing the blades to slice through his flesh while they remain lodged in the wood. He makes a weak run for the exit, but Zack’s already vaulting over the pews to catch him.
He tackles him and drags him back to me. “He’s all yours, darlin’. How do you want him?”
I tilt my head to the side as I smile, then I point to the large wooden cross that’s erected next to the altar. “Up there.”
