by Charity B.
Her eyes widen in horror and mild disgust. “Of course not! Why on earth would I let someone put their mouth there?”
Her reaction isn’t surprising. I just want to experience her in every way possible. Mia has never let me do it, but I’ve always wanted to. I know that it’s perverse, and for some reason, that’s partially why I want to do it. I lean back to push her legs further apart as I move down her body.
When my mouth is inches from her clit, she shakes her head. “Prophet, this is—” My tongue darts out, softly licking the little bud. Her body tenses for a moment before relaxing completely. While I’ve never done this personally, I watched Ezekiel doing it to Gretchen Adams a few years ago in the loft. Since she seemed to like my fingers earlier, I slide one into her, and she moans, thrusting against my tongue. “Don’t,” she softly cries.
The little nub has gotten harder, so I suck it into my mouth. “Don’t what? Don’t stop?” I flatten my tongue and trace it from her hole to the sensitive spot. “Or don’t keep going?”
She reaches for my head. “Don’t stop.”
It’s not difficult to slide in another finger with how wet she is, so I do. I pick up the tempo and return my mouth to her pussy, using my free hand to stroke my cock. She threatens to scalp me as she shamelessly grinds against my tongue.
My dick throbs, the blood vibrating in my veins. I pump myself faster, and the wetness of my arousal seeps unto my thumb. I’m about to come all over the ground when she chokes out, “S-something’s different.” Her thrusting gets quicker, and with a whimper, she pulses around my fingers. Her taste gets sweeter as my mouth fills with the juices her orgasm gives me. “Prophet!”
As if her pleasure siphoned every drop of energy, her body slacks. Her chest rises and falls with a quickness. I wipe my mouth and move up her body, pressing my painfully hard erection against her slick entrance. I slide it between her lips, watching my length push them apart.
Looking up to her face, I brush her cheek, and her eyes flutter open. “Did you like that?”
With a shaky breath, she nods with a barely audible, “Yes.” She licks her lips, and a peaceful, dazed smile graces her face. “It was…I don’t know how to explain it…” I look back down to watch myself gliding across her pussy, and she does the same. I think this is going to push me over when she says, “Are you going to…”
Her voice trails off, all but giving me permission. Excitement jolts through my body, and I lean back to wet the tip with her come. “I just want to feel.”
I push myself into her, though she’s too tight to get all the way in. The intensity of my pleasure is multiplied from Zaaron’s gift, and I moan at her body constricting around mine. She cries at the intrusion, clawing at my back. I kiss her hard and thrust in deeper, her strangled cries escaping from her throat as I wipe her tears.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
She pushes a smile through her apparent pain, nodding and caressing my cheek. While I may not be able to hear Zaaron, I can feel Him in this moment. She opens her legs wider to welcome me as I lift my ass, sliding back in, easier this time.
“You’re the only boy I ever wanted,” she says so quietly I wouldn’t have heard her if her lips weren’t next to my ear.
The sigil hangs from my neck as I hover above her to see her face, thrusting faster. “Funny, because you’re the only girl I ever wanted.”
Not for the first time, I wonder what could have been with us if we’d been born to Philistines. What it would be like to live freely together, without all the rules and responsibilities. What it would be like to sleep in her bed every night. I know this is just my flesh having these thoughts. What is the point in a life together here if we have to spend eternity apart?
Looking at her bright, green eyes and beautiful, taught body, mixed with her pussy squeezing my dick builds my orgasm, and I fuck her with years’ worth of fantasies. The desire to want this to last forever isn’t strong enough when my whispered name is falling from her lips. I wrap my arms around her shoulders to keep her in place as I pound into her. Moving inside the body I’ve dreamed of, thought of when I stroke my cock, is too much with her voice in my ear. I know I should stop now. I should pull out of her and come on the bank. I should…
The pressure builds a euphoric heat, and as it rolls through me, I groan. “Can you feel it? How full I’m making your body?” She moans, lifting her hips to take all that she can.
We’re both panting when I look up to see her face covered in uncertainty, and I must say, I feel it, too.
What the hell did we just do?
WE LIE IN SILENCE FOR a long time, neither of us sure where we stand or what this means. I know I must return home. Mia and Marybeth are surely wondering where I’ve been. I can’t bring myself to say as much, so I stay with her until she falls asleep against my chest.
With gentle fingers, I lay her on the bank, covering her with her dress. I press my lips lightly against her forehead before I adjust my clothes and head back through the trees.
While most of the followers have gone home, a few are still out on my way to the ranch. It’s still early enough that the sun has yet to rise, but I know this compound well enough without it. I say a silent prayer of thanks when I arrive home to find no lamp or candlelight in the windows. Taking off my shoes, I open the screen and front doors, cursing the floor when it creaks beneath my feet. I creep to my study and let out a breath when I close the door behind me.
“Zebadiah?”
I jump at the small voice. “Marybeth?” The illumination from a match appears, and she lights a lamp, casting a shadowed glow across the room. I look up to see her standing next to my desk, completely nude. I’m frozen in place, unable to do anything besides watch her walk to me. “What are you doing? You should be in bed.”
She reaches out to rub her hand over my trousers, grabbing my dick which was just inside of Laurel Ann.
“I want to give you a child. I’m ready for you to take my body as your wife.”
She takes my hand, rubbing my fingers against the slickness of her arousal. Immediately, I yank it back. I wish I could believe my reasons for not wanting to fuck her are because I just committed adultery against her. If I’m being honest with myself, I know regardless of what happened with Laurel Ann, I’ve been dreading this.
The guilt is suffocating when her face falls. It’s my duty as her husband to do exactly this. She is my wife, chosen for me by Zaaron, so why does the idea of touching her, her touching me, make my stomach turn? It was different with Mia. We were bound for years before she came to me. She had hair between her legs, full breasts, and the same blood as Laurel Ann running through her veins. Even though I have no unique feelings for her, the sight of her body would make the blood rush to my cock. Seeing Marybeth naked before me has my eyes searching for a quilt to wrap around her.
Tears fill her eyes when she hugs her arms around her body. “Have I done something wrong? Do you find me ugly?”
Shame weighs heavy in my stomach as I reach out and pull her to me. “My sweet Marybeth. You have done nothing wrong, and you are absolutely not ugly.” Her arms squeeze tight around my hips at my words. “If I will be spending half my nights in your bed then we must consult Mia and make a schedule. I have also had an eventful day, and I’m simply exhausted.” Reaching down, I lift her chin to make her look up at me. “You understand, don’t you?”
She nods and whispers, “Yes, husband.”
I bend over to kiss her. “Now get on to bed. We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
Her spirits seem momentarily lifted as she leaves the room. Once the door is closed behind her, I collapse into the nearest chair.
I have no idea how I am going to hold her off for very long. It’s going to be trying enough to go to bed with Mia, now that I’ve tainted our binding.
I need to talk to Laurel Ann before I speak with either one of my wives. I stand and groan as the exhaustion settles in my head. It looks like I’ll be sleeping in the tabernacle ton
ight.
Even with my fatigue, sleep evades me. I toss and turn on the bed in the holding room until I can’t stay here any longer. Pulling on my trousers, I grab my shirt and head to my office.
The rising sun shines through the windows casting a warm glow across the room. I no sooner sit down when there’s a knock on my door.
“Prophet?”
Her voice freezes me in my chair. Last night, we were under the influence of Zaaron, but now, in the light of the morning sun, how will she react to what we’ve done?
When I open the door, my exhale catches in my throat at the sight of her in the same dress as last night. Memories of her soft skin beneath my fingers and how exquisite she felt around my cock flash through my mind. Her light red hair is wild while she stares at my chest.
I look down to realize my shirt is open. Spinning on my heel, I quickly fasten the buttons and sit back down.
“Come in and close the door behind you.”
Her movements are slow and hesitant, or maybe that’s just how it feels watching her. Lowering into the chair, she fidgets with her dress as she holds her hands in her lap.
“Prophet…last night…” Her voice cracks when she continues, “I’m more confused than before.”
She looks up at me through her lashes, bringing my cock to life. More than anything, I want to get up, grip her by the arms, and kiss her. Last night did nothing other than increase my desire, so I stay where I am, fighting my erection.
“I don’t think it’s that confusing. You want me to fuck you, you just don’t want to be my wife.”
I know the words are unfair and harsh the moment they leave my lips. As her Prophet, I shouldn’t let my personal feelings get in the way. She crosses her arms, her face shifting between pain and anger.
“You said last night was separate. I was under the impression that this morning it would be as if it never happened.” She sighs, closing her eyes. “I betrayed Zaaron last night. I betrayed my sister.” When her eyelashes flutter open and she looks at me, the fearful lust in her eyes has me standing to my feet. “But just looking at you…I can’t stop thinking of it. Though you are correct, I can’t be your third wife.”
I’m aware she said as much last night, but hearing it after what happened between us, with a clear mind, makes me angrier than expected.
“Why?! I was always going to take other wives whether you were the first or not. I don’t understand the difference.” My footsteps are the only sound as I storm around my desk to stand in front of her. Placing my hands on the armrests of her chair, I lean down to her level. Her eyes light up, her plump lips barely parting with a small breath. I lean forward and softly kiss the freckles on her cheek before I trace my hand slowly down the front of her body over her dress. “I could touch you every day, whenever I want, if you were my wife.” I don’t know what I’m doing when I kiss her neck and move my hand to rub between her legs. “Do you not want this? Want me?”
Her whisper comes out shaky. “Of course I do, but…”
The ‘but’ makes my skin hot. ‘But’ fucking what? I storm over to the large chest in the corner of the room because it’s the furthest I can get from her right now.
“You seem to forget I am your Prophet. If it is Zaaron’s will for you to be bound to me, I will make it so.” Having my back to her makes my threat come out easier, though I feel regret once I say it.
The light tap, tap, tap of footfalls behind me has my teeth grinding. Then, her hand touches my arm, and my muscles instinctively loosen.
“Zeb.”
She whispers my name, and I spin around to see her biting her lip in uncertainty. “What did you expect to happen, Laurel Ann? You’re here, yet you might as well still be bound to my father if you refuse this.”
Her eyes trail over my body and keep landing on my lips. “I don’t know. I just wanted to come home.” She meets my eyes and straightens. “Maybe this was a mistake. Zaaron turned me away for a reason.”
The thought of her leaving me again erupts across my mind like the ignition of a flame. My hand wraps around her shoulder to push her over the oak chest. I press my body against her back before my mind catches up to my actions. Her ass presses against my cock as I brush the hair away from her ear with tender fingers.
“A mistake? He doesn’t make mistakes.” At any moment, she could stop this. The very thought makes me feverish in shoving up her dress. She shudders the moment my lips brush across her ear. Reaching around, I pull at the string of her bloomers, clawing my fingers around the waistband to pull them over her ass.
“We can’t do this, Zeb,” she gasps, with her cheek pressed to the wood of the chest.
As I slip my fingers between her legs they become slippery with her arousal. “Then tell me to stop.”
Undoing my trousers causes me to harden from anticipation, and I groan at the relief of stroking myself. She attempts looking at me over her shoulder, her lack of response more of an answer than any words could have been. Bent over like this, the sunlight shines across her freckled body, her beautiful, wet pussy glistening. I line myself up, and she pushes her ass back, begging me to enter her.
She moans, her fingers curling around the edge of the chest. I thrust into her, and she’s so tightly wrapped around me I grow larger inside her body. I’ve never been in this position before. It feels fucking amazing, but the truth is, I don’t know what’s happening with us. She just refused to be my wife for the second time.
I watch the skin of her cunt holding on tight as I slowly slide out. We both release a moan at the sensation of me pushing back in.
Grabbing her by the arm, I spin her around, picking her up and sitting her on the edge of the chest to face me. I pull her bloomers the rest of the way off, preparing to enter her again, when her hand wraps around the base of my cock. She strokes me slowly at first, speeding up as she builds momentum. I look up at her watching herself masturbate me. Finally, her eyes move to mine, and I press my lips hard against hers.
“This isn’t a mistake, Laur. Say you’ll be my wife, and we can have this forever.”
She shifts her hips beneath me, sliding herself over my body. That little movement says she wants this just as much as I do. I don’t understand why she’s fighting a binding. My lust, frustrations, and anger have me going faster. She thrusts against me, her arms wrapping around my neck as if letting go would cause her to fall into the abyss. She’s not only giving her body to me, she’s taking mine with a hunger that has my cock twitching against the pressure of her entrance. She kisses me, and I slide my tongue into her mouth. I’ve never kissed this way before. I don’t know why I do it, and it doesn’t matter, because she responds by putting hers in mine. With our bodies connected this way, it feels like we could go on forever in our perfect circle.
This has to stop if we aren’t bound, but with her taste in my mouth and my flesh in her flesh, I don’t know if I can quit this. Quit her.
Knock, knock.
“Zebadiah?”
My eyes widen at Mia’s voice, and I break our kiss. Laurel Ann has a similar expression as she covers her mouth with her hand.
“I’m in the middle of something, Mia.” My cock pulses, and I hate myself when I slowly keep moving myself in and out of her.
“You never came to bed last night. I was just checking that you were all right,” she calls through the door.
The building pleasure breaks through, and I clench my teeth as my come splashes against the walls of Laurel Ann’s pussy. “I’m fine.” My voice shakes with my ebbing orgasm. “Begin your duties, I’ll be out shortly.”
The look on her face makes me feel slightly queasy. There’s clear disgust there, I’m just not sure if it’s with me or herself.
“Yes, husband,” Mia responds, mere feet from me desecrating our binding.
We stare at each other until Mia’s footsteps fall silent. As I pull out my semi-erect cock, my come drips out of her, down the chest, and drops onto the floor. She feverishly jumps down and pulls u
p her bloomers while I re-fasten my trousers. Her breathing becomes heavy, and she wipes her hand over her face to her mouth.
I swallow, despising the shame that I feel. What am I doing? I am her Prophet. I’m supposed to be a holy example to all the children of Zaaron.
I am failing you… I’m failing them all.
She looks at me for guidance, and I respond the only way I know how. “This has to end. I cannot keep being unfaithful to my wives.” With her lips in a hard line, she nods. Tucking in my shirt, I grab my jacket and hat. “I’m going to tend to Mia. Go to the placing dorms. I will assign you your duties this afternoon.”
Without giving me the courtesy of eye contact, she says, “Yes, Prophet.”
“Wait five minutes, and then you may go.”
The room has become frigid. While I have to fight my desire to comfort her, she’s made her choice, and it isn’t me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel betrayed and confused. We finally have the opportunity to be together, really be together, and she refuses.
I open the door, smoothing my hair before putting on my hat. I make my way into the meeting hall to find Mia gathering the candle holders from the altar, placing them in her apron.
“Here, let me help you.”
Picking up the brass pieces, I walk through the pews to lead her to the bride room in the foyer of the tabernacle. Once safely inside, I close the door and lay the pieces on the table before turning to Mia.
“I’m glad to see you are well,” she says with a smile. “Marybeth said you needed to speak with me?”
I rub the back of my neck and sigh. I need to pray. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. “She says she’s ready to lay with me, but I just think she’s in need of more attention. I would like you two to make a schedule, splitting up nights of the week, giving you four and her three. You need to decide if there are any exceptions, and you must lay down ground rules.”
She picks up a cloth, dipping it in polish to begin shining a candle holder. “Of course, Zebadiah.”
