#drew devlin x reader

Steve - the breeding bull King Drew had chosen for you - grips your hips tightly as he fucks you open in the throne room. In front of the whole court. 

He’s not here by his own choice, either. Both of you were captured, enslaved, then sold to the wicked elvish king. Serving now the purpose he intended.

To breed.

A shudder rocks your body at the thought. King’s plans evoke an acidic disgust, but it disperses under the decadent, rich booze of the carnal reaction to being stretched on a thick cock and filled with cum until your belly is rounded. 

You tell yourself you don’t care about Drew’s twisted desires, yet knowing he’s watching you splayed and fucked full adds to your wetness. The sighs of awe and comments from the elegant, jewel-encrusted elven court that witnesses your ruin injects sweet kind of humiliation. 

She’s so beautiful… He’s purely magnificent… Astonishing… She takes him so well… What a masterpiece, her softness and his hard lines… 

Instead of curling in shame, you’re rocking back against Steve’s hips. Eager for each thrust that leaves you breathless. 

Per the king’s order, this is the first time your pussy stretches to accommodate Steve’s cock. He wanted to make a spectacle of it. First breeding of the season, he called it.

After this performance, however, you are encouraged (forced, really) to fuck often. Until you are pregnant. 

In the beautiful settlement in the heart of the elvish kingdom, quite close to King Drew’s private chambers, you and Steve are supposed to live in quiet, but filthy contentment. Provided with many rooms, a small garden, items to enrich your free time (like easel and paints which you already had the opportunity to see Steve use). Nothing for you to do but lead a happy life and bear children. For the elves’ amusement.

While Steve showed you tenderness and respect, he didn’t seem that much repulsed by the idea of fucking you. Perhaps, he seeks out advantages of your doomed fate. 

He taught you what kissing him felt like in the privacy of your future home. Held you each night, providing a sense of safety in the new surroundings. He comforted you when sudden strike of fear made your movements jerky.

He also touched you enough times to have your body learn to melt into him. To obey. 

He made a show of you when you were brought to the throne room for the festivities. Both of you naked, wearing nothing but the matching collars weaved of light-catching diamonds; the same kind King Drew is always dripping with. 

The court gasped with awe as the two of you entered; your hand held firmly in Steve's much bigger one. The elves' eyed you up and down, like the most amazing, beautiful art.

Steve’s hand collared your throat as he tilted your head to the side and kissed down your neck, while rousing your body with his other hand. He played with your breasts, smoothed over the curve of your belly, then slipped his fingers between your thighs. 

He showed the king and the court the shimmer of your wetness on the tips of his digits. 

A woosh of appraisal carried like a melody when Steve splayed you on the polished floor, spreading your thick thighs wide and diving for your cunt.

The court clapped happily when he brought you to your first peak. 

At King Drew’s low, breathy, “Magnificent,” Steve bit you lightly. As if to remind you that while you were pets for the lewd entertainment, it’s Steve you now belong to, he’s the one ruining you for his own pleasure. 

Then he flipped you onto your hands and knees, a proper breeding position that brought primal dirtiness to the pristine artistic eroticism curated by the King. 

And you’re taking Steve with eager compliance, your tinkling moans carrying like music. 

You’ve never felt anything like that - pleasure sprinkled with depravity, something unwanted by your mind but suddenly greatly desired by your body. It bursts in you with dizzying bubbles, popping out a loud cry that makes the crowd clap wildly.

Your body slumps forward as you come around Steve’s cock. Your forehead touches the cool floor while a flame of heat consumes you from the inside. 

“Glorious!” King Drew’s voice resounds much closer. In your peripheral you see the distinctive colour of his robe right next to you. 

“You’ve had the right instinct, responding to Steve, gooseberry.” Drew’s wicked tone reminds you of the way your pussy squeezed his dick when Steve was presented in front of you. “You knew he'd be perfect to breed your sweet cunt. And look at you now… Dripping for it and taking it like a pretty little slut.” 

“You’re taking such good care of her, my golden boy.” Drew addresses Steve. The praise directed towards him is only half a tone more respectful than towards you. 

“Your impressive cock breaks her so thoroughly, her pleasure is palpable. I know you’ll fill her to the brim. Today, as the whole court blesses your union. But every day beyond. Breed her until she’s heavy with your child.” 

Steve’s fingers dig harder into your soft skin, his hips slapping into your ass with roughened force. Perhaps he hates being addressed like a pet, but the future painted with Drew’s filthy words powers Steve’s desire. It resonates with that possessive part of Steve that loves the idea of owning your body completely. And showing it to everyone. 

It’s Steve’s hand that touches the back of your head and grabs a fistful of hair, yanking your head up. Your walls clench around him, wickedly aroused by the treatment. 

“Open for our king, sweet berry.” Steve’s command has a softness to it, but it still tugs at your nipples with hot depravity. “Let him take your mouth and bless our coupling with his cum.”

“Oh, Steven, you spoil me!” Drew’s laugh comes in a dreamy husk. “Yes, I love that! Let me bless your union and the opening of the breeding season!”

Cyan silk pools on the floor as the elven king stands before you in his full naked glory. His hand gently cups your cheek, giving it a tender stroke as his cock pushes between your parted lips. 

Drew’s reverently tender compared to Steve’s deep, hard taking. Elvish cock in your mouth rubs along your tongue, rather allowing you to pleasure the king with your suckling than ripping it from you.

A warm encouragement from the Master who merely supports his pets in their natural cycle.

Your body rocks back and forth between two dicks. Your pussy creams around the one splitting it in two, clenching each time Steve’s balls slap against your throbbing clit. Drool slowly drips from the corners of your stretched mouth, lubing the cock that starts pushing deeper to the back of your throat. 

It’s when your body tenses, muscles shaking as pleasure coils tighter and tighter, that Steve warns the king you’re about to come.

“She’s going to fall apart, my king. Full of our cocks and greedy for our seed.” 

The way Steve grits out the dirty words betrays how close he is. Knowing he’s losing himself to this depraved madness, and about to fill you with his cum, makes your pussy pulse tightly.

“Come down her throat. Let her swallow it all.” 

Your gaze is foggy, but as your eyes roll upwards you catch a blurry glimpse of Drew’s beautiful face contorted in pleasure. Is it your mouth or Steve’s tempting words, or perhaps both, it has the majestic king breaking apart for you two. 

He owns you, demands from you, but in a tricky way Steve just owned the king himself.

“Then I’ll fill my beautiful berry's tight cunt with my seed. Deep in her womb. Breed her thoroughly.” Steve paints the visual with words bolder than the soft watercolors he used on the canvas.

“Yes!” Drew shouts, fucking your mouth faster. “Do that. Fill her. Breed her full. You’ll make such beautiful babies-”

Steve’s grip in your hair tightens, but so does the elf’s hold on your face. Drew’s hands squeeze your cheeks as he forces his cock to the back of your throat and comes with a loud bellow: 

“Happy breeding season!” 

Hello, this is stalkers anonymous. A bespoke service dedicated to listening to our clients without judgement, offering an outlet to vent, tools or advice. My name is Samantha, how can I help you this evening?

Hello, this is Reverend Drew Devlin, I would like to confess my sins.

Ahh yes hello Reverend. Remember we have spoken about such negative language before. These are not sins, simply urges that you are allowed and encouraged to express.

Yes, you're right. Sorry, habit.

It's no problem sir, why don't you tell me what's going on with you?

Oh with pleasure.

I had seen you around town, always wearing skimpy little dresses. You looked lost, like a little lamb on search of her shepherd. Luckily for you I can be just that man.

It took a few weeks of me leaving flyers and business cards for the church near your home and work place, but you finally came.

You looked around nervously, not realizing that you'd already been chosen. You, my love, have been granted the finest honor. Through me you will reach divinity, through me you'll see God.

Only, you never came back. That made me mad, once people walk through those doors they generally don't leave, but you did. Why? Did my sermon not call to you? Do you not realize how lucky you are to be chosen?

I tracked you down and asked you why we hadn't seen you again and your reply...that it wasn't for you? I've never heard such horse shit in my life.

It's okay though, I convinced you to give it one more chance. Only when you turned up for service, I led you through to my living quarters, pinned you down and tied you to the bed and left you there to go preach.

When I came back you'd stopped crying but it wasn't long before those tears came back. Once you realised that I was going to help you find your way. Find your way to righteousness.

With your legs and arms splayed it was so easy to slip my cock inside your tight little pussy. It felt so good, better than anything I've ever felt. I realised right then that you would help me reach divinity too. Together we would be unstoppable.

Every thrust of my hips drove us both closer and closer to enternal bliss. The feel of your soft walls clutching me while you wept was like getting a hand job from the Lord himself.

You were too overwhelmed to cum, but that's okay, we have plenty of time. I made sure to fill you with my holy seed before releasing you and letting you walk away.

You'd be back. I'd make sure you would be. Because without me you will suffer eternal damnation. Without me you're nothing.

So you finally took the next steps, that's great!

Yes it is and yes it was.

Did you remember to cement those doubts in case she tells anyone?

Of course, I reminded her that I'm a Reverend. Why would I, a man of God, ever hurt someone?

That's just perfect sir. Just as we discussed.

I also told her that with my church preaching passion and submission, no one would believe she didn't want it.

Even better. You're doing really well Reverend and I have to admit your teachings do sound interesting.

Well you're welcome to come down to visit my congregation in Bakersfield. I think you'll find it enlightening.

Thank you Sir, I may take you up on that. Is there anything else I can help you with today?

No, no, I'm all good. I haven't seen my angel in a few days so I'm gonna go see what she's up too.

Good plan sir. Have a great evening and happy stalking.

This town is dead.  

There is nothing more for over a hundred miles.  He’s not even sure how it can be considered a town.  It’s a desolate area that has been consumed by feminine and wasted away.  Leaving only this pathetic gas station.  

He is sure that this is some form of cruel joke.  If there wasn’t desert and asphalt as far as the eye could see he would worry about a masked murderer lurking about.  Alas, there’s nothing.  Stretched out either way.  A place to pass through and forget it ever had a zip code.  

He growls shoving the gas nozzle back into place.  The fucking pump isn’t even working.  Wiping the sweat off his brow, he struts into the convenient store, hoping that there is another working gas station just out of his vision.  He’s fucked if there isn’t.  

Walking in, he hears an immediate slapping of skin on skin.  A gasp of confusion and hurt.  “You know your fucking place,” a slimy voice whispers out as he looks around the rows of religious flyers and candles with a man on them.  This isn’t a normal convenient store.  There’s not a damn thing convenient about this place.  

“Excuse me!” He raises his voice, looking to the counter.  There you are.  Clasping a hand on your cheek with glassy eyes, and you look away from him.  Your sight is on the counter, looking meek as you try to avoid him.  

“What do you want?” A tall man with long blond hair that is about four days past washing asks.  Angrily he looks at you, and then back at him.  “Well?” 

“You don’t have gas.” 

“And?” 

“This is a gas station.” 

“This is freedom for your eternal soul!” That escalated quickly.

“Yeah.  I think…I think I’ve heard enough.  Is there a gas station close?” The man shakes his head no, but the new intruder to your hell hole looks around your body.  Smiling as he tries to see your face.  “Are you okay?” 

“She’s fine.  There’s nowhere else.” 

“Then I need to use your phone,” he shakes his head no.  “You’re giving me no options here.  I need gas.  If there’s nowhere else close I need to call someone to bring me some.” 

“We don’t like strangers,” this man is starting to piss him off.  

“My name’s Ryan.  Ackerman,” Ryan smiles at the other man.  He looks the same age as him.  But what he really wants is to actually see your face, and talk to you.  “So what is it that I need to do?” 

“Get lost.” 

“I think you’re a bit confused.  If I leave I won’t make it far,” this conversation is going nowhere but in circles, and it’s starting to piss Ryan off. 

“Then you won’t be our problem.” 

“Is she your girlfriend?” Ryan sees you shake your head no, but the man laughs.  A cruel laugh.  “Wife?” 

“What do you want?” The man growls out, clearly annoyed with this line of questioning.  You’re a sore spot. 

“Gas!  I want gas.  I need gas, and then I’ll leave you alone,” the man looks between you, and Ryan, and then back again.  This man isn’t the one in charge, but judging by your panicked stare, neither are you.  “Don’t you want to show Christ’s love, and help someone out?” 

His head flicks towards you, and you finally look upright.  Keeping your eyes on the man, Ryan sees a perfect handprint on your cheek.  Bastard.  He’ll pay for that one.  “She’ll get you sorted, but you have to take her home.” 

“Is this where you ambush me, and murder me for my organs?” 

The man’s eyes go wild, and he laughs maniacally.  Throwing his head back to chuckle before the laugh stops immediately, “No.  Have a blessed day,” that was truly horrific in the most bizarre way.

“Yeah, blessed be the fruit,” he murmurs, turning to walk back towards the door.  

Before you can get away from Shuggie, he grabs your arm, and pulls you closer to his body, “Remember your position,” he spits at you before pushing you away.  Shimmying your shoulders, you put on your best smile, and walk out the store.  

You gulp as you see him leaning against his pickup truck, squinting into the sun, “Unless you’ve got gas, I don’t know how you can help me.” 

“I do,” you wave him to follow you as you walk behind the store.  Glancing over your shoulder to make sure he’s following you to the back shed. 

“Is this where you murder me with an ax?” 

This man and murdering is strange.  He’s an odd one even if his eyes look awfully familiar to you.  A kind face, and you feel as if you can trust him despite his murder talk, “No, I have no intentions of murdering you, Ryan Ackerman,” opening up the shed he whistles at the gas cans, and you grab one.  “What is your obsession with being murdered?” 

“You’ve never heard about the people who get lost out here, and never to return?” 

“Uh huh,” getting close to him, he reaches his hand out for the gas can.  Touching you in the process, and you glance up at his eyes.  Beautiful silvery blue eyes with too many questions in them.  “What?” 

“You’re one of those people,” you let loose of the gas can, and walk back towards his truck.  He isn’t asking, he’s telling you.  So he must know exactly who you are, but he didn’t know just how important you were for ‘Him’.  “You just live out in the desert?” 

“Something like that.  Put the gas in the car, Ryan Ackerman,” walking around his truck you sling open the passenger door, “And quit talking.  There’s ears here,” slamming yourself into the seat of the truck, you fold your arms against your chest, and stew.  Who does he think he is coming out here?  Is he out here specifically for you or is he passing through? 

Ryan gets into the truck, but holds his hands on the steering wheel for too long, “Drive.  He’s counting.” 

“Who is counting?” 

“Shuggie.  Just drive,” you want to scream for him to move faster.  Every second counts.  Every moment that you’re not where you’re supposed to be according to the plan.  He is supposed to know where you are at all times, and this is deviating the plan.  “Drive!” 

“Where am I going?” 

“There’s only one way.” 

“Are you in trouble?” He asks as he puts the truck into gear, and starts rolling down the road.  You look into the mirror, and notice Shuggie walking out of the store, and following you down the road.  Pulling out his phone to call ‘Him’ of course.  

“Not if you drive.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“It’s not for you to understand.  Just take me home so he won’t get mad, okay?” 

“If he gets mad will he hurt you?” You shake your head no.  He is a bit more complicated than that.  But you can’t explain to him.  An outsider.  “Can you help me understand?” 

“Take a right up here.” 

“There’s — that’s where that old church is.  There’s nothing else, but death and decay.” 

“Just take a right,” Ryan rolls his eyes, but does as you say.  The creepy feeling about being murdered doesn’t linger now that it’s just you.  “I’m not missing by the way.” 

“Your family has no idea where you are.” 

“But now I’m found,” there’s something unsettling about how you say that.  Both pained and wistfully.  “See,” you point at the window, “Up ahead.  People only see what they want to see.” 

Ryan’s eyes go large as he sees a compound of sorts.  Metal buildings spread across the property in front of him.  “What is this?” 

“Home.  Are you staying for dinner?” 

“Do I have a choice?” 

“We always have a choice,” you respond creepily as you glance out to the side.  It is getting about dinner time, and you’re not late.  “I have to go get ready.  Say you’ll stay, and no, you won’t be murdered,” you giggle, turning to look at him, and his blood freezes.  It’s not just your pictures posted all over the internet, he feels like he actually knows you.  

“Will you stay?” 

“Just for dinner,” that’s all you thought you would stay as well.  Then you were found.  Found by ‘Him’, and he wrapped you up in his glorious arms, and he’s never let you stray again.

“Mmm, once the sun goes down, you’ll want to remain here,” he pulls into a parking space, and puts the truck into park.  “It’s dangerous out here at night.” 

“I feel you’re trying to keep me.” 

“So what if I am?” You giggle again, and jump out of the truck.  “Hector!  My friend, Ryan Ackerman, needs a room.” 

“Hey, daddy!” Ryan gulps getting out of the car, nodding to a man in a light blue suit.  “Daddy, this is my friend, Ryan.” 

“Sweetheart, what have I told you about talking to strangers,” everything about this man makes Ryan’s skin crawl.  It’s unnerving how his motions and even his smile seem calculated.  “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ryan.  I’m Reverend Drew Devlin, but you can just call me Drew.  What brings you out to these parts?” 

“Umm, ran out of gas.” 

“That seems to be the usual around here.  You run out of gas and the good Lord brings you right here into our loving arms,” gross.  There’s no way that this guy is for real.  “Now, this little one really should be running off and getting ready for dinner.  It’s a special one for you, darling,” Drew gives you a wink, and a too quick pat to your ass.  It’s too low, but too quick for most to even notice. 

“Kyle?” 

“Ryan.” 

“Ryan, what exactly do you want with my maiden?  I know you didn’t come all the way out here to take her away from me have you?” Ryan shakes his head no.  Confused on what exactly is going on right now.  Daddy.  Maiden.  “You see, our community runs on people being honest with one another, so I need to know exactly what your intentions are with my maiden.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.  I ran out of gas, and she offered to give me some if I brought her home.” 

“And in doing so, you might have brought yourself home,” he gets a sinking feeling in his gut.  These words are not from a normal preacher.  

“Is this a cult?  What is happening?” 

“This,” Drew holds his hands out wide, and spins in a circle, “Is a religious community, and you are our guest.  Please, follow Hector to your room to change.  It’s a big night tonight.  My maiden is committing herself to the community.  Now won’t you be a peach, and change out of your unfortunate clothing for the glorious occasion.  She can only commit herself once.” 

Ryan nods his head, and follows a young boy away from the creepy ‘reverend’.  This is most definitely a cult, and that man is most definitely a creep.  He’s confused about the title of daddy.  Your mother and step father are looking for you.  But have you wound up with your biological father.  Did they send Ryan on a wild goose chase to find you, and then he finds you here.  In the arms of a creepy cult.  

His biggest fear is his rescue mission may have in fact become a rescue for two.  It won’t be easy for him to get out of here.  Especially since you’re with him.  You seem important to the leader.  His personal little bit.  He shivers at the thought.  

Ryan blinks his eyes hard.  Everything blurs together.  Moving in odd patterns of flowy white.  One moment he’s watching you walk down the tables in a white dress, and the next he can’t hold his up as he watches swirls of people.  Moving all around him in such loud laughter.  

Undulating your hips as they scream out praises to their Lord, and thanking their fearless leader.  You bounce around in white.  But your dress becomes muddled with your skin until it’s the same shade as your body, and the soft movements of your skin seem more prominent.    

He can’t keep his eyes off your smiling face, and your crown of flowers.  The way your curves dip and flow with the music.  Watching as your body recoils with every spin you take.  He shouldn’t be able to see these details of your body with such a flowy dress.  

His eyelids grow heavy as you dance around Drew.  Standing in front of him, you let him hug you from behind.  And it must be such a beautiful hug because your head tilts back, and you scream out the praises of his name as he touches you low on your stomach.  Too low.  It’s almost pornographic the sounds that you make pressed against Drew.  

His head dips to your ear, and Ryan wonders what he’s whispering to you.  Is he telling you how beautiful you look?  Or is he giving you instructions on how to cut his head off with an ax.  Whatever it is, your sights move to Ryan, and he can feel your giggles.  This place really is bringing out the best in you.  

“I’ll make you proud, daddy.  For us,” you say before filtering away from him.  Everything in Ryan is boneless, but his body feels heavy.  Every bit of effort for him to blink.  But he sees you.  Draped in golden light.  You look prettier close up.  

Prettier than your photo.  You are something special.  Something else entirely.  Your skin feels so soft and immaculate up against his body.  “I’ll come and find you later,” you whisper in his ear.  “Only you can save us.” 

“You need saving?” that gets his attention.  He doesn’t know you, but he knows something is off.  He’ll protect you.  He’ll do what he has to.  

“We can change the world!” You bounce around him, looking bathed in that intoxicating light again.  He’s floating.  Floating on air, and all in your mind.  “I’ll find you, but I need you.  Promise me you’ll help.” 

“I’ll do anything.” 

“Anything?” 

“Whatever you desire,” you wink as you pull his hands up to your chest.  Letting him press his hands against your body for him to feel your rapidly beating heart.  And skin.  So much skin.

——

Ryan groans, wiping away the sleep from his eyes.  His body feels spent.  Sore in places he didn’t even know existed.  Mind cloudy as he tries to figure out where the hell he is, and why his arm feels so heavy.  

“Mmm,” he attempts to sit up, and can’t move.  Looking at his arm, he gasps.  “What — what the hell?” 

No wonder he couldn’t move.  You’re laying on his arm.  Peacefully.  And naked.  Curled into him.  He remembers you.  Remembers being hired to look for you.  But where is he?  “Hey,” he whispers into your ear.  You look immaculate in this morning sun.  Beautiful.  You’re freezing laying on top of the covers.  He says your real name out loud, and your eyes flutter open. 

“You’re awake.  What happened?” 

“I think — I think I’m naked.” 

“Yeah, a bit,” he has a cute smile.  Slightly crooked, but his cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink.

“Oh, dear,” your voice goes up an octave as you try to cover up your body.  “He’s not going to like this.” 

“Who?” 

“Reverend Drew.  I’m not — oh no.  No!” Your hands start searching your body, feeling for sore spots.  “Did we have sex?” 

“I — I don’t know.” 

“He won’t like this.  You — I-I-I…I need to leave.  Yes.  I wasn’t here.  I wasn’t naked.  Nothing happened, okay?” Ryan isn’t sure that anything did happen.  But he doesn’t even know how he got here.  How you got here.  But you’re naked as the day you were born, while he’s very much still clothed. 

“Are you like a virgin or something?” 

“Or something,” you respond, confusing him even more.  “Ryan, I like you,” you didn’t know him.  But you like his smile.  You love his arms.  And he has really pretty eyes and adorable freckles.  “Can you keep a secret?” 

He would do anything to keep you safe.  He nods his head eagerly.  It’s not just your looks, it’s reading your file.  You’re his perfect woman.  You smile sweetly at him, still nude as you lean in and kiss him softly on his lips.  It’s the most innocent and needy kiss he’s ever felt.  Your mouth lingers on his as you start peppering kisses on his lips.  Running your tongue over his mouth before he opens up. 

This has nothing to do with a kiss, and everything to do with you.  He’s unsure of what happened last night, but he’s sure of right now, and how you’re so sweet kissing him.  Moving your body closer.  He returns the touch of your tongue with his own, and sparks fly.  It’s an odd feeling. A weird obsession that he wants to keep you.  Save you. 

You asked him to save you!  You.

Your lips taste like berries on a summer evening.  He reaches towards your body, and he almost recoils when he feels your bare skin, but you just whimper, moving closer.  He wants to pull you into him, but he doesn’t know you, and doesn’t want to overstep your boundaries.  But you’re desperate for him.

Crawling onto his lap, your body starts to move over him with so much frenzied desire.  He mewls out your name, and you pull back from him panting.  “Are you okay, Ryan?” 

“Are you?  You asked me to save you last night.” 

“Yes.  Save,” your eyes go wide as something beats on a wall far away from the room the two of you are in.  “Ryan, it’s complicated.” 

“Explain it to me.” 

“Maiden!  Where’s my maiden!?” More banging on the walls, but it’s coming closer.  Someone is moving down the hallway.  “Maiden!” 

“Are you…?” 

“Yes!  And Reverend Drew is going to be so upset.  Give me this,” jumping out of his lap, you pull at the sheet on his bed.  He’s so confused with his morning mind, and he’s pretty sure he was drugged last night.  You fashion the sheet around your body.  “I’ve got to go.  I’ll see you in the garden.” 

“What is this?” There are too many questions.  And nothing makes sense.  The only thing he’s pretty certain of is he’s stuck here just as much as you are. 

“It’s the Four Way Temple.  I,” you jerk your head towards the door as the beating down the hallway walls gets louder, more aggressive.  “I’ve got to go.” 

“Are you in a cult?” 

“It’s complicated,” you say as you walk out the door.  Getting met with another slap to the face that takes you to the floor in a lump on the ground, “Reverend.” 

“Where were you sneaking off from?” 

“Nowhere.  I was sleep walking again,” he gives one of his famous smiles that you know is all for show as he nods his head, and Shuggie pushes the door open, revealing Ryan. 

“Did you touch her?!” Starting to rush towards the door, Shuggie closes it again, holding it tight, and trapping Ryan in there as he beats on the door. 

“Now, did my little maiden spread her filthy little legs for that bastard in there?” His put on southern accent grates on your nerves, but you shake your head no.  “Good girl,” those words don’t quite hit you like they used to.  “Go on, gather yourself up, and be waiting for me in my chambers.  Let me deal with this asshole.  If he’s going to stay here, he needs to know his place.” 

You swallow bile, standing up.  Holding your head in shame, you do as ‘He’ told you.  You’ll wait, and do what he tells you again later.  You always do.

Drew shakes out his body.  Going from the almost cruel and fearsome leader, back into the charismatic fool before snapping his fingers, and Shuggie opens the door for him. 

“I swear to God if you hurt her,” Drew holds his hand up with that fake bright smile, but it’s the gun that’s pointed at him from Shuggie’s hand. 

“Now now, young gun.  There’s no sense in you getting upset about what I do with my maiden.  May I ask what she was doing in here,” his eyes scan over the bed before meeting Ryan’s, “In your bedsheets?” 

“I don’t know,” it’s mostly true.  He doesn’t know what you were doing in here.  “I woke up with her in here.” 

“Are you calling my maiden a filthy little whore?” 

“No,” Drew’s mouth twitches as he says it.  If he’s your father he clearly has an issue with you with other men. 

“She was naked.  But I suppose her little performance last night left her a little dazed and confused,” performance?  Ryan vaguely remembers you dancing around everyone.  Dancing — nude.  “Hmm.  What business do you have coming here?” 

“I ran out of gas.” 

“Oh, that’s right.  Your dirty little lie,” what is with this guy?  “Now, you want to know what I think?  I think that her disgusting mother and step father hired Ryan Ackerman to come and find her,” Ryan’s face goes ghostly white.  “Here’s a secret, everything that beautiful maiden does, she loves.  Everything that happens to her and her body, she asks for.  I could send you on your way, but I have a feeling you’re not leaving without her, huh?” 

Ryan sits stoically.  He’s got himself into a whole fucking ton of trouble, and he knows it.  All for you, “You’re free to go.  And she can go with you if she wants.  But she doesn’t want to.  She has a higher purpose.  She is the epitome of submission.  There’s no higher service than that, and she will be greatly rewarded for it.” 

“What do you do to her here?” 

“Oh, she’s treated like a queen.  Everyone adores her, and knows what her true calling is.  And I won’t let some scrawny little boy who thinks he's a big man private investigator take her away from me.  From us.  She’s more important than you will ever know,” Drew offered him the freedom to leave, but men like Drew can’t be trusted.  You have to play their games.  

“If you excuse me, I have worshiping to do on my knees.  I expect you to be at my sermon tonight.  If you’re lucky maybe I’ll let you kneel before the altar,” Drew gives Ryan a cruel smile as he turns around.  “You can’t believe everything my maiden says, young gun,” Drew winks before he leaves.  

Ryan has very little more than his thoughts, and the strange Shuggie left.  “Does he keep her here for sex?” Shuggie’s head tilts to the side, before looking out into space.  “Have you fucked her?” 

“No.” 

At least he answered that time.  “Do you want to?” 

Shuggie hesitates, before shaking his head no.  “What do you want me for?” 

“Labor.  You can go out to the gardens,” exactly where you said you wanted to meet him.  

“She called him daddy last night,” Shuggie shrugs, but Ryan knows what he heard.  “So it’s a pet name?  Is he into that kink?” 

“Shut up,” Shuggie opens the door, pointing down the hallway.  “You ask too many questions.  It’ll get you in trouble.” 

“What happened last night?” 

“The start of a new age.”

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You looked through the window over the sink in the church kitchen to see Reverend Drew helping set up tables and laughing with a family. It made you smile for just a moment before you quickly squashed it. Instead of admiring the Reverend, you turned your attention back to washing and cutting the watermelons that would be served with dessert.

It was not that you did not like him. You definitely did. The problem was, so did every other woman in church. Despite being a pastor, he was the biggest player you had ever met. Once upon a time you had convinced yourself that did not matter. Eventually, though, your heart and your head stopped agreeing.

Every Sunday there seemed to be another woman lingering a little too long after service, laughing a little too loudly at something he said. At first you had laughed it off. Eventually, you stopped waiting around after church.

Shaking off thoughts of him again, you turned to the kitchen island and began slicing the watermelon into neat wedges before arranging them on a serving tray. Methodically, you moved between washing, cutting, and plating.

While you were back at the sink rinsing another melon, the kitchen door opened. Without looking over your shoulder, you called, "I have one tray ready. You can come back for the rest."

You listened as footsteps carried someone around the island toward you and were surprised when a warm body stopped just behind you. "I didn't come in here for the watermelon, kitten."

A shiver raced through you. Drew. He was the only one who had ever called you that. Trying to remain calm, you turned off the water and reached for a towel to dry the melon. "Reverend. I wasn't expecting you."

He gently gathered your hair and swept it over one shoulder, exposing the side of your neck before resting his chin lightly against your shoulder. At the same time, his hands settled around your waist. "Come now, kitten. No need to be formal with me."

Closing your eyes, you swallowed hard. It was not fair. His voice did things to you that made you run hot and cold all at once. Not to mention, it had been months since you had let him get this close. "Pardon me, Reverend," you replied quietly. "I don't think we're on informal terms."

Taking a slow breath, you tried to ease away so you could turn back toward the counter.

He let you move just enough before placing both hands on either side of you against the countertop, gently caging you in. A weary sigh escaped him. "Please don't keep shutting me out."

Shrugging, you opened your eyes and stared through the window at the church picnic in full swing. "What does it matter? If I shut you out, you have twenty other women who won't."

Drew tipped his head back. He had known this conversation was coming. It was long overdue. "I haven't been with anyone since you, kitten. There are no others anymore." His chin rested against your shoulder, and when he spoke again, his voice was quieter. "I gave you every reason not to trust me. I don't even recognize the man I was anymore."

A shiver ran down your spine. He had been a flirt, yes, but never once had he lied to you. Could it really be true? You shook your head as tears began to sting your eyes. "Don't…" Your voice cracked. "Don't pretend like I'm special."

He brushed his nose gently along the column of your neck, breathing you in. "You know," he murmured, "it's a little unfair."

Your gaze followed two children weaving between the picnic tables outside. "What's unfair?"

He pressed a feather-light kiss just behind your ear. "Everybody gets this version of me." Another kiss landed softly against your cheek. "I don't think anybody realizes I save my favorite version for you."

A tear escaped before you could stop it.

Drew did not give you a chance to answer. "You are special, kitten. I don't want anyone else anymore."

Before your head could stop it, your heart spoke. "Really?"

He rested his forehead lightly against yours, smiling. "With everyone else I'm the Reverend." His thumb brushed slowly across your waist. "With you…" His smile softened. "I'm just Drew."

Against your better judgment, you melted back into him. "Promise you won't stray."

Wrapping one arm more securely around your waist, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Never again, kitten." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I promise."

A watery laugh escaped you before you could stop it. Turning your head, you closed the small distance between you and captured his lips in a desperate kiss. He groaned softly into your mouth as he kissed you back, his free arm sliding around your middle until you were completely wrapped in his embrace.

When you finally pulled away, you searched his eyes. "I missed you."

He smiled before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. "I missed you too, kitten."

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They had you all climb the magnificent stairs, catching glimpses of the enchanted kingdom while leading you to doom. Then made you stand in the middle of the widest platform, its floor appearing to be made out of polished malachites and agates. 

A row of human maidens captured in various parts of the world, with your hands and ankles shackled with magical chains. Light, not hurting your skin, but still preventing an escape. 

The snatcher - he preferred that name to a common slaver - explained that to be offered entrance to an elven court was the highest compliment for any merchant. As if selling living beings was the same as selling bales of silk. 

Considering he had you draped in sheer, but beautiful garments, he surely treated you like jewels he could ask high prices for.

Personally, you doubted elves cared if their servants wore potato sacks, as long as you were efficient in your tasks and quietly accepting of your fate. 

Though you expected a crowd of elves leering at all of you, sneering down their regal noses as they looked down at you, there were barely three creatures on the grand platform. One in a modest, but still beautiful gown, looking down at the floor with gentle humility of a practised servant. The other elf wore an opulent black-and-gold robe, shamelessly open, revealing a naked torso and silk pants cut so close to the muscle it barely left anything to the imagination.

But it was the third elf that drew attention.

Sitting on a high, majestic throne that looked like an alabaster tree with an open trunk serving as seating and the branches weaving in a gentle curve; tiny gold and silver droplets hanging from it. 

The man on the throne wore nothing but a cyan silk wrapped around his legs, pinned at his hip with a golden brooch. His chest was naked, sans for a sparkling necklace; its snowy richness matching the bands on his sculpted biceps and those around his wrists. The same diamond encrusted swirls adorned the tips of his pointy ears. 

The crown on his head seemed made of the finest gold, weaved gently like a tiara, and full of starlight and amber drops. 

“Your highness.” The snatcher bowed, yanking on the chain that tugged at all of your wrists. 

Following him, each of you curtsied, bowing your heads low. The shock of being brought for a private showing for the elvish king himself was settling in your muscles, turning them heavy and trembling. 

“Ah! What treats!” The king stood up with a smile, crossing the floor towards the flock of you with the excitement of a party host.

He started from the left, walking along the line of your quivering forms and inspecting each of you. Terms like beautiful and such grace, or astonishing, fell from his lips without sneer or malice, bathing each of the captured maidens in compliments and acceptance. It was a surprising behavior from a lord so powerful and rich, confusing most of you. 

“Gentle beauties, all of you, my sweetlings.” The king traced his fingers under the chins of a few women. “You’ll be a blessing to any housing that accepts you.” 

When he reached you, you expected the similar meaningless, exalted compliment before the king continued onward. However, he paused in front of you.

Your heart thudded as you stared at his feet while he studied you. 

“Such curves,” the king hummed with reverence that stirred your shyness. 

“Such softness,” he stepped even closer. His scent of amber, pine and sweet berries so alluring to your senses. 

With his fingers, he gently tilted your chin up. The inhuman blue of his eyes mapped every line on your face, the shape of your eyes and the curve of your lips. His fingertips caressed the roundness of your cheek, then slipped down the column of your throat. 

“This one will be perfect for my plans.” The king addressed the snatcher, pointing at your wrists to get them unshackled. Then he took your hands in his and made you step forward, bringing you to the center. 

Slowly, he circled you. Each appraisal and assessment of his gaze increased your quivering. His fingers skimmed over your skin. Hands gripped your hips, then cupped your breasts. Not lewdly, though in human terms it was beyond obscene. It seemed rather as if he was measuring you for a role.

Or checking limbs and flanks of a racing horse, assessing its potential to win.

Your breath hitched, arms instinctively reaching up to cover yourself when the elven king slipped your gown down.

With a gentle tut, he smoothed your arms down and freely roamed his gaze over your nude body. Not a single roll, stretchmark, nor dip disgusted him.

Quite the contrary, he admired you like a prize. 

“Yes, my gooseberry, you’re exquisite.” He smiled at you, and though it was a soft, inviting smile, there was some sharp darkness lurking behind it. 

“My elvish name is Drzewian,” he continued conversationally while filling his hands with your breasts, “but those of your kind who know me, but can’t pronounce my name, call me Drew.” 

When he chuckled the sound of it tinkled like silver bells on a winter morning - so crystal clear and beautiful. 

“You may call me King Drew, or Master.” You couldn’t get control over your body: your nipples hardened under his caress, your breasts swelling with arousal. “Lord is fine, as well,” he pinched you lightly, his grin broadening when you gasped. 

His hands traveled lower, over your hips. You clenched your fingers, stopping yourself from pushing away from him when he tapped your legs wide apart. Or maybe from gripping onto his shoulders for support as his gentle fingers slipped between your thighs. 

“Oh.” King’s hum of surprise combined with your tiny moan when he pushed into your barely prepared pussy. 

“Not used much, I see.” Drew was most pleased. You, most embarrassed. 

“That will change.” His grin turned hungrier; a flash of a twisted monster weaved from nightmares, not a king of light and magic. 

He stroked you slowly, once again making it feel more like an inspection. Still, your body reacted the same as if it was pleasuring from a lover. Your pussy heated up, coating skilled digits with welcoming wetness. Your clit pulsed, swelling with need. 

He withdrew when your breath sped up, bringing his wet digits to the light. Drew cleaned them with his own tongue, making a loud sound of delight.

Then his hand pressed to your lower back and he nudged you toward the throne.

“Come, gooseberry. You’ll sheathe me while we find a perfect match for you.” 

On weak legs, you followed the graceful king to his majestic throne. Blinking your tears away, you stared up at the jewel beauty of the elven kingdom while Drew discarded the blue silk from around his hips and sat on the throne naked. 

He turned you around, making you face the other slaves. Then guided you over his lap. 

Your hands flew to the sides, where the marble bark formed armrests of the throne; fingers clenching tightly on the structured surface as the tip of Drew’s cock spread your slick folds and hooked into your hole. 

The king’s hands on your hips were firm as he guided you down. You were thankful for the slow slide of it, but he didn’t give you a moment to adjust, pulling you down in fluid motion. The stretch of the intrusion made you choke on a moan. 

“There you go. Doing so well, gooseberry.” Drew praised, pushing you down the last inches, until he was fully buried in your cunt and your ass nestled against his pelvis. 

“You feel amazing.” His blissful sigh tickled your ear. “Such a snug, warm pussy.”

“Now,” he guided you to lean your back against his chest, “let’s pick a worthy breeding bull for you.” 

“What?!” This time you squeaked aloud, nearly jumping up, but the king's arms held you down firmly. 

Drew didn’t react with anger at your outburst, merely shushing you and rubbing your body up and down in soothing swipes. Until you settled, defeated, warming his cock and surrendering yourself to the wicked, perverted whim of the elven king. 

He waved a hand at the snatcher, ordering him to present the best male specimen he had in his stocks. 

“It’s a project of mine.” Drew explained, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I aim only for divine excellence. We shall find you a worthy match. A man who will use your sweet pussy thoroughly and plant his seed in your belly. Someone majestic, whom me and my court would love to watch. Just like I already love watching you, gooseberry.”

With each of his gestures, each of his words, the dread filling you turned heavier. 

He didn’t only want a servant. Not even a slave to cockwarm him in public, or to use in the confines of his chambers. He planned on hosting spectacles of humans fucking each other for the elves’ amusement. 

Worse. He wanted to breed you. Like cattle. 

Like pets. 

“Look-” Drew gripped your chin and made you look at the line of half-naked men lined up in front of the throne, shackled like you had been. “They’re so beautiful. But which one makes your cunt flutter?” 

You gritted your teeth, trying to will your body to remain unresponsive as each man was forced forward. Wearing nothing but short cloth covering their crotch, each body was presented within hand’s reach. You could see the full silhouette, curve of muscle, tension in their abdomen, firm set of the jaw. 

Unfortunately, your will didn’t remain strong for long. 

You didn’t make a sound as the fourth man was pushed forward, but your pussy betrayed you nonetheless.

Drew laughed, squeezing your sides. 

“Your pussy doesn’t lie, gooseberry,” he chuckled. “She squeezed me so good, but it’s his cock she wants to milk.”

Mirth not ceasing, Drew leaned back, pulling you with him. Sprawled on top of the depraved elven kink, dripping around his dick, you looked up at the man in front of you with flaming embarrassment and teary apologies shining in your eyes. 

“He is magnificent.” Drew sighed with the same awe he had for the women. “You two will present a masterpiece when he fucks you open at the ball.”

Nosing along your neck, the king stared at the male in front of him. At the tall, broad silhouette, with toned muscles that would acquire him heavy physical work if the elven king didn’t snatch him for his project.

Drew’s eyes lit with dark hunger as he held the man’s angry gaze while parting your legs and baring your stuffed, glistening cunt. 

‘He’ told you to wait in his chambers, so wait is what you’ll do. You take the desired position; on your knees, head bowed, shoulders back. You don’t jostle around with the sheet, even though it’s loosened in the process of getting in here. You know he has cameras at every angle in this room. You will be severely punished if you don’t do as you're told quickly, and hold the position.

The clock behind his desk is obnoxiously loud today. You slow your breathing, and try to feel. Try to just remember whatever happened last night. How did you end up naked in the bed with Ryan? Did you do something to him? Did he do something to you? And why do you not fear him? You desire him.

‘He’ clears his throat as he barges into the room, followed by Hector. Of course there would be an audience. Keeping your head bowed you watch his expensive shoes circle you like a shark. Speak only when spoken to. Don’t look at him unless he asks, or he moves your head for you. You keep your face neutral, ready for ‘Him’ to tell you what you did.

“Hector?” His slimy southern accent says as he stops right in front of you. He knows that your body craves praise, and longs to be near him. “Did my beautiful Maiden fuck Ryan Ackerman?” How did he know his name?

“No, sir,” that’s a relief. But that means Hector was stationed outside of Ryan’s room. As always. Following your every move. Even when you think you’re alone, you’re not.

“Maiden?” Drew’s voice is cloying, and you know he’s using his put on smile. Dipping his hand below your chin, he lifts your head to look at him. The movement causes the sheet to fall down your chest, and Hector switches feet behind you. Your top is completely exposed to both of them.

Drew’s thumb pets over your lips softly before he pushes it past your mouth, and you eagerly suck on the appendage. “I’m proud of you for not spreading your filthy little legs,” your eyes brighten as you stare up at him. “You did a good job. You had fun in your revelry, although you didn’t get to fully commit yourself, did you?” You shake your head no, arching your back a bit more.

“You let everyone gaze upon you, and you’re ready to give yourself freely to our community aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you gurgle around your tongue.

“I must get on my knees, and pray at the altar," he holds out his hands, motioning for you to take a very different position, “Lose the sheet. You are part of a higher purpose now. We don’t have to shame ourselves from our true calling.”

“But you said you were going to give me an offering,” you gasp as your face is forced to the side by his hand again. Holding onto your cheek, you stare up at ‘Him’ pouting. Pleading for him. “Daddy?”

“Do not tell me what it is I have to do, Maiden. You question me far too often. Get on your hands and knees,” you hate when he makes you do this. He promised that there wouldn’t be anymore altar calls, just gifting you with an offering. “Maiden?”

“Are you going to be inspecting me?” He shakes his head no, and smiles over at Hector. Using his head to motion him to come to you as you move to your hands and knees, “But…”

“Am I not powerful?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Am I not worthy of someone checking out my Maiden?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Eyes up here, my sweet delectable Maiden,” Hector kneels behind you, and swipes a finger through your slit. He pushes your legs further away from each before each hand grabs your ass cheeks, and he peels you apart. “How does she look?”

“She’s dripping.”

“Take her temperature,” Hector clears his throat before standing, and going to retrieve the thermometer while Drew circles your body. Pushing his finger inside of you. Every part of your body wants to rock back into him, but you know he’ll remove his finger quickly. His breathing quickens, and he removes his finger.

Walking back to stand in front of you, he calls out your real name. You gaze up at him before he places his finger in his mouth, and moans at the taste, “Mmm, the sweetest thing, I have ever tasted. Eyes on me, Maiden.”

You stare at him as Hector inserts the thermometer inside of your pussy. Trying not to moan at how exposed you are. Eyes only on Drew. Hector withdraws the thermometer, and nods at Drew. “On the desk, Maiden. Do be a peach, and let Hector restrain you easily. Today will be the day that you receive your offering. Your body is quite ready to receive all of me.”

Standing up, you wait for Hector to fashion your body with each cuff. Wrapping the shiny leather around your thighs, your ankles, and even your wrists. He walks you over to the desk, before pinning your arms behind your back. Hector assists you onto the desk, and you lift your legs, letting them fall to the side.

“Yes! Praise God for the bountiful feast I am about to partake in!” Drew shouts as Hector clips your legs to the side. He stands in front of your body. Eyes staring at your glistening cunt while Drew does what Drew does. Speaking in tongues, and shouting. “I have been patient, oh God, I will bestow upon the Maiden with your divinity!”

Hector moves to the side, and Drew bows between your legs, and buries his face into your very center. Tongue laving up every drop of your slick, while you whimper ‘thank you’ over and over again. His tongue spears into your body, and you cry out. He promised, and you heard him. He will bestow on you what he promised.

His mouth is maddening. If he’s not tongue fucking you, he is sucking on your bundle of nerves, driving you absolutely insane. It’s what he’s always wanted. He wants you delirious, and dependent on him. Wants you to desire nothing more than to please him, and be used for his pleasure. And he loves eating pussy. It truly is a gift from the heavens above, but it also doesn’t quench the thirst that you really have.

If Reverend Drew truly knew that all you want is to fuck would he have withheld his offering for so long? It’s an itch that you can’t scratch, and you have tried so hard to be good. When you were prancing around naked last night, being shuttled around to people’s laps, while their hands blessed your womb, all you wanted was a dick to fill you up. Hands and mouths can never compare to the feeling.

If you could goad Drew to just fuck you, you would. It’s why he always restrains you. You want him. You have craved him. His mouth isn’t enough. You have been aching for him. “Daddy?” You gaze down at him between your thighs, seeing nothing but his eyes watching you about to lose your mind.

“Daddy, I’m ready to be the vessel. I’m ready to be used to further our community. Use me! Have me! Ahh!! I’m nothing but yours to use how you desire,” and that is what makes Drew release his mouth from your quivering cunt.

“There’s my good fucking girl. You want me to use you?” Drew smirks at you as he wipes your slick from his beard.

“Yes!”

“You only exist for my desire, huh?”

“Yes, daddy!” Perfect. Exactly how he wanted you.

“Your body is going to make immaculate changes. I control your body. I own your body, I tell you what to do with your body,” you didn’t even care at this moment. You are delusional with a need to have him in you.

“Yes! Please! Oh, fuck!” Drew stabs into your cunt in one go. Driving all the way through your walls, until he bottoms out. He gives you no time to adjust to his severe stretch before he pounds into your warmth. “Use me! Fuck me! OWN ME!” Finally what you’ve been waiting for. Begging for! You can’t think past the feeling of having him settled in the depths of your being.

“I own you, you filthy little Maiden. I own every part of your slutty little body. I tell you when, and who you can fuck. But you really just want me, huh?”

“Only you!” You scream out. It wasn’t about him necessarily. It is about the feeling of being whole again.

“Oh, no,” he coos, holding your head center to him. “I control this tight cunt. If I tell you to fuck Shuggie, you will,” you nod your head like the good little toy you are. “And you will fuck Ryan Ackerman. You will tell him to fuck his offering into your tight cunt. He won’t get to leave until then. And I’m going to take pleasure in knowing that you are my little slut, and you only fuck him because I want you to, understood?”

“Yeah. Yes, daddy!” You start to get dizzy as his pounding thrusts tense up your body. The only thing that could be better would be the ability to touch him. To have him as naked as you, instead of in his slacks and polo. You only want Drew, but also don’t care as long as you get to fuck. Finally the itch is being scratched. You’re feeling some relief. For now.

“I’ll have you in his bed every fucking night. You do what you have to do. And I’ll reward you every fucking day. Every day I’ll have you on the altar as you perform your divine purpose. You will give to us a soul to deliver us from our earthly hell! There’s no higher service than submission! And you are my submissive little bitch!”

Your head throws back to the desk, while your body loses all control. Gushing around his cock, and finally feeling the relief that you have put up with so much shit to have. ‘He’ finally set your fiery body at ease by giving you the medicine that you have longed for. You have needed this. You are a mess because you’ve been denied this.

Drew’s hand goes to your neck, and he adds enough pressure to have you seeing stars. A blinding light has you going into the other dimension that Drew promised, and it isn’t until the warmth from his offering fills up your belly, and you gasp. Opening your eyes to see Drew panting above you.

“You are immaculate, Maiden. You are perfectly fit for our purpose!” You preen as he stares at where the two of you connect. His thumb softly pets over your swollen clit. “Don’t forget, I need Ryan Ackerman feral over this cunt of mine. I need him drooling, and crawling on his knees to save you. I need his balls in a fucking vice grip. Do you understand?”

“But…”

“It just means you get to fuck more. Do you understand?” It doesn’t sound too bad. “I need him desperate for you. He already is,” Drew lifts his hand up, and strings of both of your releases stretch over his fingers. “No man can resist the pull of a cum dump, huh Hector?” Drew sneers at the younger man.

“Clean yourself, you fucking pervert. You like watching me get my dick wet? Or did you think I was going to let you taint her beautiful pussy?”

“Reverend,” Drew snaps his head over to Hector, “She…she’s not…”

“She is perfect, and you’ll shut your fucking filthy little mouth,” you just want to touch Drew. You want to run your hands down his ample chest. “Get the fuck out of here,” Hector nods his head before leaving you and Drew alone.

“Now,” he says before pulling his softening cock out of you. “Let me watch this work of art. Ruined, aren’t you?” You nod. He looks so pretty staring at his handy work. “You can only fuck two people, understand?”

“I understand.”

“What are their names?”

“Reverend Drew Delvin and Ryan Ackerman,” your voice is hoarse as you stare at Drew tucking himself back into his pants. You’ll have him again. You’ll have him everyday.

“That’s my good girl. Let’s get you unhooked, and some clothes on. That way you can flirt with Ryan. I need him to use you like his personal dumpster, okay?”

“Yes, daddy,” the perfect submissive tool.

Ryan stands up straight, wiping the sweat off his brow as he squints into the distance. Twirling. Dancing. Smiling. Looking like a dream out in the middle of nowhere. You spin around everyone in the garden. They all take a moment to smile, and praise you. You didn’t have such a bad gig, minus these men constantly smacking you around.

He didn’t get it. Didn’t understand what your goal is here, or even how these people can hold you in such high regard when Drew Devlin is allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants to do to you.

That asshole. There’s something wrong with him. There’s a possessiveness towards you that Drew has, and with you calling him daddy — it is either a kink, or you are in fact his daughter. The problem is Ryan really can’t figure that out. Can’t figure out what your goal is here. Or the purpose of these weird ass people in this fucked up cult.

He removes his gloves and slams them on the ground, getting an odd look from the woman that had been standing right beside him the entire time. A babysitter, he figures. “You’re angry.”

“No,” he states, and his eyes move back to you. To say you look angelic would be an understatement. You just look the epitome of ethereal. “What’s her deal?”

“The Maiden?” She follows Ryan’s eyesight. Every man looks at you like that, but usually only when Drew isn’t around. He’s got that same goofy smile that the rest have. Watching you undulating around to a music only you hear.

“Yes. Why — what — who is she to Drew?”

“The Maiden,” she shrugs, returning back to her work. She knows she can’t say too much without being affected by Drew’s wrath.

“What is the purpose of the Maiden?”

“You ask a lot of questions. Are you ready to join the community?” Ryan is the one shrugging now, and his eyes find you again. Lingering on you this time with a hunger that matches Drew’s. “You do find out all about our Maiden once you join. She is a tool of sorts. She, or her body will change our world.”

Ryan’s head turns towards the woman as he scowls at her, “What did you say?”

“Too much.”

“Her body will change your world. That’s exactly what you said. What is this, a sex cult or something?”

“Or something,” she sing-songs. Turning around she completely ignores Ryan now.

‘Or something.’ Similar wording that you used with him. Your body is used for a change. He knows last night was a fever dream, but he remembers. He remembers you frolicking about like you’re doing now, but there was too much skin. There was so much skin. There was your lips kissing on him.

“Do I have something on my neck?” He asks, trying to look at his body.

“A giant hickey,” a younger boy giggles before running away.

You. You were kissing him. You were doing more than that. You were — grinding on him. Delirious in your movements as he dug his fingers into your soft curves. The two of you had to have been drugged. The wine. The two of you definitely drank from the same wine glass.

Ryan closes his eyes, trying to remember the sequences of events. Instead they look like a hazy dream that make no sense other than you. Your hands. Your mouth. Your body.

Drew. That little prick walked over to you sitting beside him and poured a glass of wine. He told the two of you to partake in it. He sat in front of you, unspeaking and unmoving until you leaned in on Ryan. ’Maiden, enjoy your evening. Let everyone offer you their…’

Ryan can’t recall his words. Something about their blessings or offerings or something. They gave to you while you flounced around and sat in their laps. It’s a weird place, and he doesn’t know if this is truly what you want, or if you feel trapped. Controlled and watched by everyone.

“You’re no different than any other male here,” the older woman says, and motions her head towards you. “They all want what they can’t have. They will envy you.”

“Why’s that?” He says without removing his eyes from you. Watching as you spin around, and your dress flares out at your sides, and then you stop. Wobbling around from dizziness as you smile at him.

“Because she wants you,” she responds before walking away. Ryan stands frozen as you walk over to him. Smiling a bright beautiful smile, and you stand in front of him.

“You chose to pick potatoes?”

“It’s what,” Ryan looks around for the older woman, and only sees her retreating back, “It’s what she suggested.”

“Hattie. She’s the community’s oldest member. That’s Drew’s great aunt.”

“Drew,” Ryan blows out a hot bit of air. He didn’t want to talk about him. There’s something wrong with him. Especially with his treatment of you. Ryan just can’t explain it. He’s wrong.

“Don’t hate him,” you giggle, smiling up at him.

“You didn’t call him daddy,” a split second of fear or possibly regret passes over your face before you smile almost too intensely.

“I don’t always call him that. Just to his face.”

“Does he hurt you?”

“Nu uh,” Ryan sarcastically wants to ask if the smacks across your face are foreplay.

“Do you want to leave?” He asks seriously. He’ll give you many opportunities to tell him you want to leave. And Ryan will help you get out of here.

“No,” your answer is too quick and too clipped for him. “I have a purpose to fulfill here. Everyone needs me. They need me to — well, they need me. That’s what last night was. I was blessed. Each person laid their hands — on me. They pushed their blessings into my body.”

“What does that even mean?” His voice shows an edge of anger, and you gulp. “I’m sorry. I’m confused about last night. Why were you naked in my bed?”

“It was hot.”

“So you remember?” You shake your head no. Not really. You remember flashes of moments. You remember your body heating up with so much desire that you thought you would die if you didn’t get some relief. An itch that you couldn’t scratch. Always, “Did you know that was going to happen?”

“Oh, yes. Everything that happens to me and my body I want, and I know about it,” the same words that Drew had said to Ryan this morning. Almost like it’s a script. “I don’t want to talk about that though. Reverend Drew has organized a picnic for us. Come on.”

Against his better judgement, Ryan takes your extended hand and follows you. In your absence you’ve bathed, and smell intoxicating. He doesn’t know exactly what you smell of, but he does get a hint of vanilla, and it drives him mad. The desire to be close to you burns into his skin. Instead of letting you drag him along, he gets right beside you.

“You have no shoes,” he notes. You just giggle, and make yourself spin in his arms. “You’re happy today.”

“I had a good morning,” he doesn’t even know what that means, “I woke up with my new best friend,” oh no. Other than a few children, most of the people are much older than you. He assumes you’re bored. Shuggie and Hector are the closest to your age, and he doesn’t think you like them all that much.

“You know when you’ve got itchy skin, and there’s nothing you can do to make it stop?” He nods his head before stopping in front of you, “What?”

“I can’t let you walk with no shoes on. It feels wrong. Jump on,” you look around you, noticing that everyone is ignoring the two of you. Good. Lifting up the skirt of your dress, you jump onto his back before he starts walking again. Your body is sweltering. He doesn’t know if you’re of a different world, or if you’re running a fever. Maybe it’s the dancing around you’ve been doing.

“Well, I feel as if my itch is finally gone,” you interject.

“Huh?”

“It’s an analogy,” you don’t lie to him. You just don’t fully explain it. But having yourself so close to Ryan is making you feel out of your body. You rest your chin on his shoulder, and breathe out a long sigh. “You’re comfortable.”

Ryan gulps. Your voice sounds sultry on him. Your pulse thunders on his back. Clearing his throat, he stops, “Where are we going.”

“Just follow the trail to the pond. Shuggie set us up a picnic,” that douche bag. Ryan keeps trudging. He was hired to retrieve you, but it feels so much more than a hire the more time he spends with you. He wants to protect you. “You feel good,” he sleepily says, and his body shudders.

“You’re com — comfortable?”

“Uh huh,” you feel safe with him. He doesn’t have to strike you to get you to behave. He listens, and responds accordingly. “How did you find this place?”

“You brought me here. Remember?”

“Mmmm,” you saw him at the gas station. Ryan delivered you from Shuggie’s unwatched rage towards you.

“How did you find this place?” He knows how he found this place. But you finding it is another story altogether.

“I broke down, and walked to the gas station. Shuggie brought me to Reverend Drew,” well that makes sense. Shuggie has been your worst enemy since the beginning.

“Why did you stay?”

“Promises,” this short answer isn’t enough. He walks up to the blanket, and removes you gently. Putting you on a blanket while you smile up at him. “Promises of a life where my skin doesn’t feel like it’s crawling. If I can be a good girl. Drew is teaching me to a good girl.”

“What does being a good girl entail?” Ryan sits across from you, and even though you don’t like the space between you, you open up the picnic basket, and pull out the contents. “Maiden?” You grimace for a second before looking up at him with a bright smile. “How are you a good girl?”

“I follow the rules. I did that, and I can now be heavily rewarded. Because of my obedience and submission, I won’t have cravings anymore.”

“Drugs?” You shake your head abruptly, laying out fruits and cheeses onto his place. “What do you crave?”

“I can’t talk about it,” he’d think differently if he knew you craved sex. A drive that just couldn’t be squashed.

“So no drugs?”

“Not anymore. Reverend Drew cured me, and promised me retribution. And my body can change our community.”

“How?” He asks, popping a grape into his mouth, “Explain to me how your body can change other people’s lives.”

“You wouldn’t understand. You’ve never been to a sermon. Submission is the highest service.”

“Are you training for something?” You tilt your head like a puppy, staring at him confused, “It just sounds like you’re in training to become a trad wife.”

“Being a wife is honorable. I don’t know if the Reverend thinks I’m ready for that. No, I’m called for a higher purpose.”

“What? Being passed around until you get knocked up?”

“That’s rude,” your brows furrow as you look at him. “You can’t come into my home, and act like you understand when you don’t even know me or my family.”

“Your family is back in New Mexico.”

“That family threw me out because I was ‘a whore’. Drew found me, and he saved my life. He gave me a safe place to — to be. He stopped my urges that aren’t my fault. I am who I am, and nobody lets me be that except Drew. He’s not a terrible man. And because of him, I can listen and be submissive. Even my father couldn’t make me behave.”

“You didn’t fear your father,” you shrug. You don’t fear Drew, you just fear what he could do to you if you didn’t behave. “So what does Drew allow you to do that your father didn’t?”

You get to your knees, and crawl over to Ryan. “What are you doing?”

“Can I sit on you?”

“Excuse me?” He asks. You watch his Adam’s apple bob, and the pulse in his neck throb. Good. He feels exactly the same as you do. Sitting on him would feel better.

“I want to sit in your lap. Will you allow me to sit in your lap? The choice is yours.”

“Okay. You can sit in my lap,” you don’t turn and look away from him, no. You crawl face to face, and wrap your legs around his waist. Ryan takes a staggering breath before you rest your forehead on his. He’s not sure what fucked up kind of exercise in faith this is, but he likes it. He doesn’t know if the pulse between your thighs is actually you or him.

“What are you doing?”

“My father came home, and I was sitting on my boyfriend just like this. But I was — I was moving on him. Everything was clothes on at that time, and he called me a Jezebel. He cursed my name, and told me no daughter of his would be a whore. So instead of feeling comfortable in his own house, I snuck out. I let my boyfriend do things to me that changed my life. And then I let his friends do things to me that altered my brain, and I couldn’t get enough. I became the whore that he feared so much until he kicked me out. That was his choice, and I had nowhere to go, so I drove.”

“And then you broke down?” You nod your head. “And found Shuggie who took you to Drew?”

“Drew saved my life. He gave me a purpose. He cured me, got me clean, and I am brand new. And now because of my submission I get to bring forth a new beginning,” Drew isn’t all bad. He took away the numbing thoughts, and brought you a life worth living. No more fog in your brain. No more being there. You had a purpose.

“And this is what you want?”

“Do you think I want to go back to my father’s house for him to control me? He’s not even really my father. He’s a loser that hates the thought of anyone touching me. And I have no desire to talk about him while I am in your lap. You feel good,” Ryan’s brow cocks up.

“W-w-what do you think we did last night?”

“For starters I sucked on your neck,” you give a giggle, and kiss on his hickey. “You liked it.”

“What is it like to live here?”

“It’s simple, and lovely. There’s things that have to be done, but it’s beautiful. There’s a freedom here that most places won’t allow. Not once you have been cured.”

“What were you cured of, Maiden?” You accidentally roll your hips. You don’t really want to talk about it, but maybe he can guess. “That didn’t answer my question,” you roll your body over his again, and this time you feel him twitch. You like that.

“Maiden?” His voice sounds more gravely, so you grind over him again. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I’m allowed to.”

“Drew won’t like it.”

“Drew allows me to do what I want,” with you. Ryan is the exception. Ryan can touch you. Ryan can have you. “Would you like me to stop?” Ryan shakes his head no, against his better judgment. The last thing he wants is for you to stop.

Your back arches, and brings your chest close to him as you create a steady movement over him. Rolling your hips, and moving your center over his hardening cock. You smile when you feel his bulge warm up your core. Keeping eye contact with him, and knowing he enjoys the feeling as much as you do. Does he have the same ailments as you? Does his body light up with so much desire you can’t think straight?

“Ryan, why did you follow me?”

“Because your parents are looking for you,” he breathlessly answers, and his nose starts caressing your neck. His hot breath fans out over your chest, and you know that you have found your heart mate.

“They hired you to find me?” Ryan lifts his head up, and presses his forehead against yours again, nodding his head, and breathes deeply through his nose. You will be the death of him. When your father said to find you at any cost, he doesn’t think this is what he meant. “You found me. Now what?”

“I won’t leave without you.”

“What if I choose not to leave?”

“Then I’m stuck here,” he closes his eyes, and grabs onto your hips. Pulling you even closer to him. You feel good.

“Can I find you later tonight?” Ryan looks at you through heavy lidded eyes. Peering up at you with so much wonder. You're a mystery that he can’t solve. This place has piqued his interest too much to stay away. “Ryan, I want you,” you choke out. The speed at which you move over him changes. You’re getting close to release.

“Huh?”

“I want to be submissive for you. I’ve passed my classes,” is that what this is? You are in fact to be trained to be the perfect submissive wife? But he doesn’t work like Drew. Drew has the power in this relationship, and while you don’t realize it yet, you should. And he would want you to have the power. “Ryan?”

“If I asked you to leave?”

“I can’t. It’s not time.”

“Time for what?”

“For you to take me,” with a regretful smile, you back your body off him. His judgment is clouding with lust. That’s what Drew said. You have to confuse them. Make them want more. Make them crave you. Make them mad until they have you. A sample. Barely a taste. “Tomorrow is a new day Ryan. And I’m not watched when it’s night.”

You look down at the crotch of his jeans, “You should get cleaned up,” you say before standing up straight. “Call for me if you want me,” he’s struggling to breathe as you turn around. Leaving him hard, and with a wet spot on his crotch. What are you doing to him? He has a job. But he can’t have you. Yet.

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