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Slithering to her legs like the snake he was, Vik grabbed Kat’s ankles with an iron grip. Kat froze. Her question of what he was doing got caught in her throat as her lower-half was lifted up. Toes dangled over her head, her spine felt compressed, and Vik’s warm, coarse skin ran over her spotless and smooth hips. She glared at him from below. It was a mighty uncomfortable position, her back lifted up and pushed onto her shoulders, and it wasn’t helped by the impure showing — display, really — of her lower mouth. She used to — still was, she corrected herself — pure and it her whole lower-half quivered with some combination of fear and anticipation.

Vik’s cock hovered over her lower mouth, and with eyes alight with sin, plopped it down. Burning and infernal passion coursed through Kat at the simple contact alone. Her body lashed at her with its whip for more as if it was begging for water on its desperate and cracked lips. Vik savoured the expression she wore — such a pitiful, weak, and supposedly holy thing that had already done a supreme job at sucking down his cum — but strayed true to his word, like any good contract demon, and planted his feet and penetrated her.

A shout of a moan exploded from Kat’s lips and a hand quickly went to cover it. The smudged black underneath her eyes was stretched as her eyes popped wide open. It hurt. It hurt more than she could’ve ever expected. All of those nuns and holy women had been right to stray away from this sinful life. It hurt and it felt massive inside of her and then he was gonna move it and it was gonna hurt her even more.

Vik hadn’t even moved an inch — his member merely still and pressed into her, hymen broken and blood dripping to the once pure white sheets. Kat favored him with a look of utter hatred and contempt. One would think he had murdered her whole family or pillaged a convent full of nuns. Well, he had done the latter. Could anyone blame him? Nuns were great converts to either him or the infernal side.

Vik thrust just a bit to get more snug inside her, and elicited another moan from Kat. Her glare only grew.

“Yes, yes,” Vik said, licking his lips and starting to set a steady and dragged-out tempo. “Give me those eyes. Hate me. Show me that desire to cut up my guts. Show me all of your hatred.”

Kat complied. It wasn’t difficult.

Heavy grunts and growls that made his previous ones look like foolish whelps came from Vik a steady stream as he fucked her. She squeezed him and the effort it took to get fully to the base inside her — which then would make the tip of his cock pressed up against something — gave more power to their lusts. It encouraged him to go harder on her. Her ass began to bounce up and down as the piercing thrusts sent her for something to hold onto. She didn’t care about her moans; she scrambled for purchase among the sheets as if felt like she was being split into two. The fiery loathing didn’t stop either. She wished she could run her sword through the blasted thing.

Vik gave a thrust and kept it there with his balls resting. He let his saliva fall onto Kat’s face. She was forced to wipe it away. He earned a glare for his efforts.

“You’re liking it, aren’t you? You’re enjoying being put on your shoulders and fucked?”

Kat would never admit to such a thing. “I hate you.”

Vik cackled. “A wife should not hate their husband, but it’s okay. And hey, if you struggle, that would only make it better. To see you squirm and squeal.”

Pulling out of her until only the tip was in, Vik held it there for a moment before slamming himself back down into her. If she was to be a slave to him and to the taste of his seed, he needed to put a little extra bit of work into it. He really needed to push her to a new limit. Abandoning the early tempo from before, he thrusted into her faster and harder.

Vik’s grunts were a bloody mix of exertion and pleasure as he wracked her body. He was loud — they both were — as the claps of his cock breaking-in and molding her pussy. Sweat dripped from their bodies and the sheets became even more soiled.

Kat’s eyes were bulged open and her hands were holding on for dear life. She wished he had her rosary beads with her. She needed strength. And then the contract demon started to go faster. God, what was he planning? To see how much he could break her? To consummate their marriage by fucking her so hard that his member bulged bellow? Why did she say yes? Why did it feel like she was enjoying this? Oh, no. What was that look on his face?

“I hope,” Vik said as his hips worked away, poking and digging into her. “that you are ready to be a mother, wife, and especially to children like ours. That’s it. Fuck. No, no, no. You’re not going anywhere.” He reached down and grasped her neck and held it firmly, his rough hands crushing with only her neckband as meager protection. “Keep moaning like a good little cocksleeve. Can’t wait to see what half angel demon babies look like. Try not to pass out from this.”

And with a final clap and grunt, Vik came into Kat. Her legs shuddered and a shaky but weak moan escaped her lips. An extended and fiery growl came from Vik and his grip didn’t let up either. His member poured more and more into her, pumping with strained veins into her willing pussy. She was being filled up, and when she looked at it, some of his seed — which was thick and and surrounded with that now-familiar addictive scent, was leaking out of her. There was enough room. It dripped down her clit and down her ass. How was he still pumping more into him?

Like the savage he was, Vik let go of her throat and pulled out. Kat’s mind was still reeling as the rest of her body fell back onto the bed. Cum oozed from her pussy onto the sheets. She struggled to catch her breath along with all of her senses. Vik fell down next to her, catching slight breaths. Just a little winded, maybe. He propped himself up on his arm.

“Well? How was your first time, wife?”

“I…” Kat tried to grapple with everything. The Church, her purity, her mission. It all seemed so foreign and distant as her primal wants took over. “I want more.”

Vik chuckled. “Oh? Is that so? So eager so soon? I thought holy types like you didn’t know how to do impure things?”

It was odd. When it came to the idea of having Vik inside her again, Kat’s mind was clear and direct on course. With anything else? Gibberish befitting a madwoman.

Kat nodded and got closer to Vik, running a hand over his chest and rubbing her legs against his still erect and hard cock — the wonderful thing that had just been in her; the thing she desperately needed. This was all for her Church. Yes. Her Church.

NSFW: yes

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