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Survive corruption and you'll be promised salvation.
The moonlight weeps through the stained glass murals, bleeding faded yellows and oranges and pinks and blues onto the stone floor.
One of the priests had asked you to meet him here. This place is all you have, and you would perish quickly without the protection of the decay-god worshipped by this sect. It was one of the priests that had helped you adjust to living here, letting you trail behind him and wrapping you with his tail or cloak when you were afraid.
You had agreed without hesitation. You remember his smile, warm and radiant. He had praised your commitment and bid you farewell for the moment, his long black cloak billowing about him. The light had caught the glass beads in the ornamental chain between his curved horns, sparkling like stars.
You had left your dormitory and entered the main chamber on time.
He was already there, waiting for you with his eyes closed dreamily beneath the window murals of triumph and devastation, love and hate, life and death.
He stands before you now, opening his eyes as his lips curl into a smile. The moonlight reflects off of his silvery irises, making them seem to glow.
"Hello, little lamb." The vibrations of his soft, gentle voice hum in your mind.
You quietly explain that you've come here, as he asked. He praises you.
"Ever since you arrived here, I've taken interest in you." He puts his hand on your shoulder. His palm is warm. "I'm glad our paths crossed." Your face feels hot.
"I've called you here to ask you something," he explains, "to make sure you understand it and to help you through the parts you find confusing." You nod.
He flashes you that radiant smile again.
"Do you know why we chose the lamb as our symbol?"
You're not sure.
"They're soft and innocent. They are led, shepherded, cared for. They're fragile, yet they carry on as long as there are others to help. They are the most faithful followers." He moves his hand from your shoulder to caress your cheek. "You're much like a lamb, little one. It's why I admire you so." You blush under the weight of his praise.
He gazes into your eyes. "Soft and innocent... I wonder... Could you retain that innocence?"
Your heart thumps. Seeds of fear begin to spread their roots across your heart.
"Are you fragile too, little lamb? Will you be able to get back up if you fall?" His other hand is at your back, sliding down to the curve in your spine, then pulling you closer.
You look up at him, confused. He looks the same as always—kind, calm, and caring. Why are you so afraid?
"Why don't we find out?"
He steps back and holds out his hand.
Despite your fear, you take it.
He leads you to the nearby pews and sits down. "Come and sit on my lap," he says gently.
You obey. The heat of his body shields you from the cool night air.
"That's it... Wonderful," he praises.
He kisses you on the top of your head.
The gesture is more pleasant and comforting than any you've ever received. When he pulls away, you immediately yearn for him again.
He moves his hands to your chest. "Soft... You're still tender and pure." Before you can react, he starts to grope and squeeze you, pulling a little yelp of surprise out of you. Still, you make no move to get off of him.
"Yes... Good..." His fingers graze your nipples through your clothes. You tense up and squirm in his grasp, but stay put. "That's it," he whispers in your ear, "good little lambs don't try to run away... They stay and take whatever they're given... They bleed... They stray... But they stay pure—pure like you."
He grinds his hips into you. You jolt, feeling his erection against you, but he holds you still and keeps you from getting away. "I'll teach you, little lamb... I'll keep you soft and pure... No matter what kinds of things are done to you."
The shadows envelop you and grip your flesh with clawed hands.
He continues to press into you, harder now. A tiny sound of discomfort escapes your lips and is immediately swallowed up by the darkness. He slowly pulls up the hem of your gown to expose your chest to the cool air and gently pinches your nipples. You gasp and shudder.
"Good... You're doing well. Just keep holding still." He alternates pulling your nipples and circling them with his fingertips, getting them hard. His movements are more intense than before. Panting, burning up, you allow yourself to be touched.
He kisses your head again, stunning you with tenderness. He chuckles at the way you tense up.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"
He kisses you again and again, down to your neck. Your mind is melting from his sudden affection. "So cute... There are lots of bad people who would hurt you." His hands on your chest drown out the fear sparked by his words. "Cute little lambs are easy prey. Easy to take home... To tie up... To abuse, kill, devour." His arms wrap around you before he grinds his hips into yours again, pulling a scared whimper out of you. He kisses your head to keep you quiet and distracted.
"But there's no need to be afraid, my love... I'll protect you. None of those bad things will happen to you as long as I'm here. I'll keep you safe."
He reaches down between your thighs and undoes your pants. His other arm holds you tightly as you quiver. Slowly, he slips his hand into your undergarments and strokes your hole.
The fear is overwhelming, but there is only one person to cling to. With a shaky grip you hold the arm that's trapping you in his lap. You whimper quietly in his grasp.
"It's okay... Shhh..." He pulls his hand away. You're relieved at first, but your relief turns to dread as you hear him suck his fingers. His hand returns, this time wet with saliva.
He presses one fingertip against your hole. You try to close your thighs, but he keeps them spread with his own.
"There... Held fast... Unable to move, as if you were a bound sacrifice... My perfect little lamb."
His finger slips inside.
An unfamiliar sensation floods your nerves. You wail in pain—nothing has ever been this far inside of you. When you wanted it, you only thrusted against your pillow and squeezed it between your thighs. Your hole feels sensitive and spasms when he moves, like you can't help but tense up. You cling to his arm.
He pets your hair, loosening his grip on you. You're too dazed to attempt to escape.
"Good... Yes... Even if your hole is being played with, you stay and take it." His finger pushes deeper into you. The stretch becomes more and more intense until you're crying, half-stifling your sobs with your hands over your mouth.
He murmurs in your ear. His breath is warm. "Shhh... It will be okay. You can take it."
You're about to try to move his hand away when he thrusts his finger all the way inside.
Your throat clenches, letting no sound escape other than a strangled whine.
He starts to thrust in and out, penetrating your virgin hole. His hands are bigger than yours and he reaches much deeper than you ever could, pressing your untouched walls.
He speeds up, ignoring your moans of pain and fear and easily holding you still as you writhe from his palm slapping against you with each thrust.
A terrible pleasure builds up inside you as his finger strokes a certain spot. You whine before you can stop yourself.
"Ah? Is it here?" He curls his finger into that spot, making you squeal. "Right here... How does it feel when I touch rhis spot? Can you tell me?" His voice is still so gentle and kind.
"I d-d-don't know," you sob, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations.
He kisses you soothingly. "That's perfectly fine. I'll help you find out." He strokes that spot again, over and over, drawing every last sound out of you, pain and pleasure starting to blend together. "Good, good... let it all out. Let me hear you."
He refuses to slow down, thrusting into you harder and faster until you're well past your limit and can't take any more. Your entire body shakes as you orgasm, cumming all over his hand and onto the floor. He continues thrusting until every last drop has been pushed out.
"Good lamb... It feels nice, doesn't it? You endured it all and were rewarded in the end." His other hand strokes your hair again while you drip and spasm.
He pulls your pants farther down.
"Now, it's time for the real thing."
You look down to see him undo his pants to start stroking his huge, throbbing cock, getting your fluids all over it while pumping it with his hand.
You cling to him as he lines it up with your entrance.
He covers your mouth. Fear darkens your vision. "Don't worry, my love, it'll feel good soon," he croons. His tip throbs against you.
You scream when the tip pushes inside your twitching hole. Luckily, he muffled your voice enough that no one heard you. You beg and plead with him to take it out, but he only stifles you and pulls you close. "My perfect lamb... You're taking me so well," he praises as you squirm against his body.
He forces it further inside you, slowly filling you more and more. Every time you think it's all the way in, it keeps pushing deeper inside of you, rubbing nerves that have never been stimulated. Sobbing and crying, your hole clenches involuntarily, squeezing painfully tight. He simply pushes harder to continue stuffing it inside until you relax your muscles out of exhaustion.
Finally, your thighs meet his. You're completely full, face covered in tears. Now that you're impaled and unable to escape, he uncovers your mouth.
"At last... Inside you... Ahh, you're so warm and tight, just as I knew you'd be..." A chill runs down your spine. "I've been longing to do this... To hold you and pleasure you." Trembling in his grasp, you wonder how long he's had these thoughts about you. Did he call you here tonight just to do this to you?
He kisses your head again softly and you lean up into his touch, clinging desperately to the safety you feel from the loving gesture.
"I'm so proud of you... Holding still and enduring the pain like a proper sacrifice... No fighting back or trying to run away. You're doing so well, my love." He releases your thighs and lets you press them together.
He teases your nipples as he starts to thrust into your aching hole. Though his cock is too thick for you, it presses hard against your sweet spot with each thrust, drowning you in pain and pleasure. You whimper and moan, unable to hold back your voice.
He sighs happily. "You're so beautiful... And your hole is nice and tight for me. It feels so good inside of you... My perfect little lamb."
Your teary eyes roll back. Panting and gasping with each thrust, you clench around him and hold meekly onto his arms wrapped around you. You try to ask him to slow down, but as soon as you speak he covers your mouth.
"Shhh... Good lambs take what they're given, yes? No matter what it is." He moans as his tip hits deep inside you.
"It's okay, my love... I'll teach you to stop resisting."
He continues to fuck your hole deep and slow, making sure you're thoroughly penetrated and filled.
His thick cock has brutalized your hole for long enough that you've gotten used to his size, the pain from before melting into ecstasy. You timidly start to push back against him, angling it into your favorite spot, while hiding your face in the sleeves of his robe.
The intense pleasure makes you feel unbearably guilty.
"Why are you hiding, little lamb? Are you feeling shy?" When he kisses your head again he thrusts in so deep and hard that you feel yourself cum a little. He chuckles softly. "My love... It's a good thing that you enjoy this. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He leans in to press his lips to your cheek. "All of your cute little sounds... Let me hear them, won't you?"
Shakily, you try to turn to face him. Bright, moonlight-white stares back. His expression is lustful, but adoring as well, loving and affectionate.
As you're distracted he traps you in a deep kiss, grinding his hips into yours while you lick and pant. You don't pull away. You whine as his tip hits your sweet spot.
He pulls away from the kiss to let you both breathe, saliva stringing between your tongues. "Hahh... Little lamb... Are you close again?" He runs a hand over your throbbing sex, making you squeal. "Let's... cum together..."
His cock thrusts in and out of you, crushing your sweet spot, while he rubs and pinches your most sensitive organ. You just barely bite back a scream as his movements get harder and faster and deeper until you're clenching and squirting, making a mess of yourself. When you tighten up around his cock he wraps his arms around your waist and forces it in as deep as he can before something hot starts to fill you.
Both of you are left panting and moaning.
"Ahhhh... Little lamb... You really are perfect..." He looks down at you lovingly.
His cock, still hard, twitches inside you.
"Haaah... Forgive me, my love. I need to borrow your body for a moment..." Without pulling out, he moves you so you're facing him, making his throbbing cock rub against your walls. Now that you're facing each other, he holds your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. His hips start to move again, thrusting shallowly.
You kiss him back while he grinds into you, using you as a cockwarmer.
You don't try to escape.
He pulls away from the kiss for a moment, letting the saliva string between your tongues.
"Did you figure out... ahhh... if it feels good or bad?"
Your voice is low and shaky, no longer scared but instead drunk off your orgasm. "F-feels... good..."
"Perfect... It means your body is learning," he praises. "I'll make sure... that you stay bright and sweet... no matter what."
Straddling his lap, sitting on his cock, you feel safe and warm. You bury your face in his chest, feeling his strong, quickened heartbeat. He wraps his arms around you, like the soft embrace of night.
"Don't worry, beloved. I'll make you feel good like this every night."
He starts to thrust again.