“Mr. Voice,” I whispered.
He smiled but grew solemn once more. “You are here to take the next step in the vows you took of faithfulness and servitude, in charity and faithful works. Do you now give yourself to Him who is your Master?”
“I do,” I said, confident now in the truth I heard from his heart.
“And, Sister Constance, do you give yourself to me to be my Bride? All that you are and possess, will you bind your soul with mine?”
The words flowed from my lips like I’d said them a thousand times, “I do, and to thou my heart and soul is given.”
He turned then and said a few words to the congregation, which they answered in turn. Then he addressed the Sisters behind me and the clergymen beside him.
“Do as thou wilt, sayeth we,” they sang in chorus.
“And it is answered. So shall it be,” Solomon intoned. He leaned forward and touched my lips to his, then everything went black.
Chapter Eight
Something cold was digginginto my back. I tried to roll over away from it, but it was a struggle. I felt weighted down, as if a blanket made of iron was holding me flat.
“Shh, My Constant Star,” Solomon said from somewhere close by. “Open your eyes.”
Solomon. I instantly relaxed. His voice washed away my discomfort, bringing a contented sigh. When I opened my eyes, Father Kent was above me. He seemed to glow. The golden expanse of his naked chest, his muscled shoulders that met his neck and throat, made him appear angelic.
I smiled. “You have no shirt on.” I reached to touch his warm skin but quickly discovered that my hands were restrained behind my head. My eyes widened, and I tried to lift my head, but it was too heavy.
His expression was tender as he touched my forehead, combing my hair back with his fingers. “I’m going to take you now, Beloved. The restraints are for your own protection.” He pulled back, and I could see now that he was fully naked. His cock, thick and hard as a rock, was beautiful. Wetness pooled between my legs, making me aware of my own nakedness.
Where was I?
I rolled my head to the side as best as I could and looked above me and to the right. My breath quickened when the whole congregation looked back at me. The cold hardness against my back and thighs must be the marble altar. I was laid out for the whole church to witness.
Struggling now, Solomon cupped my pussy and I stilled. He leaned over me again, standing by my side behind the altar.
“My Beloved, you have already given yourself to me,” he said softly, kissing my throat, my stomach. “I have waited a long time to have you ready. We will remake the world the way it should be. Do not fight it.” His kisses worked. A languid feeling swallowed me whole, bringing total contentment. And on its heels was want.
Panting, I begged him to touch me. With his hands, with his tongue. With his cock. Lost in a haze of warm desire, I was barely aware when he climbed on top of me. He grabbed each of my legs and placed them over his shoulders, looking down at me like a conquering god. I saw pure lust and more in his eyes, and I felt true terror then.
When he plunged into my core, unbelievable pain split me in two. I screamed. He began to rock inside me, the veins in his neck bulging from the control he was maintaining. And in a language I’d never heard, he started chanting. Amber eyes never left mine as he spoke the strange language of Hell.
Pain and fear, which seemed to go on for an eternity, suddenly transformed into pleasure. His words built up into a progressive rhythm that worked in tangent with his thrusts, getting faster, growing louder, until I cried out in pure bliss.
His cock grew inside me, filling me, until the rest of the world dropped away and all that existed was Him.
With a roar, he came, coming deep inside me. But he didn’t stop there.
“Take my seed, child,” he moaned. “Feel me fill you.” He reached above my head then and released my restraints, pulling me up to sit on his cock as he held me, using his hands on my shoulders for leverage to thrust inside me again and again, pounding me until I was numb.
My throat was raw from screaming, both in pleasure and pain. When he came inside me for the third time, lifting his head to the heavens on a roar, he stopped and held me against him. Our sweat was like glue against our chests and thighs, his come pooling and dripping out of me. But he held me so tight.
I knew then that I was forever changed.
After a few moments of catching our breaths, I heard the squeaking of the pews and the rustling of fabric. The congregation was rising.
Solomon kissed the top of my head and got off the altar, still holding me the whole while. He faced the people and spoke. “I give you Mother Constance. My Beloved. She is yours as much as mine. Do you welcome her?” he asked them.
“Mother Constance, we welcome you,” they sang.
I kept my head tucked into Solomon’s neck, too drained to look upon them. But I smiled.