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As he moves faster, I’m embarrassed to admit to myself that I like the way it feels. The fullness is overwhelming. It makes me feel owned and exposed and, worst of all, alive.

I try to quiet the voice trained for purity that still lives somewhere inside my mind. It whispers that I should be ashamed of this. Disgusted with myself. But Edwin runs his fingers over my pussy and I know I’m dripping wet. It leaks out, down to his cock as it slams into my ass.

Two fingers slip into my pussy. Then another. He pulls at that special spot that heightens every sensation. I keep my legs open for him, letting him add a fourth finger.

I wince at the stretch. His big hand is too wide, opening my hole more than it should. My thoughts are swimming in a lake too deep to touch the bottom. I can’t see, so I feel everything. The hardness of the altar, the heat of the flames, the dampness at my spine.

Edwin’s movements change. Something cold and slick lands against my pussy. Lube, I think. He rubs it around generously, then works his hand back in, adding his thumb to make a wedge.

My fear and pain come out in a whine I can’t swallow. He pushes me to take it, but it’s too much. I’m too full. It’s too painful. His cock is buried in my ass, holding its place as he twists his hand into my pussy.

My jaw clenches shut as he reaches the widest part of his hand, keeping it there, letting my pussy stay open around him. Pain surges, setting every nerve ending on fire. Tears slip beneath the blindfold, soaking into the cloth.

Even through the pain and discomfort and terrible burning in my face, I love this. Edwin bends me to his will, forcing my body to feel things it never would have without him.

I breathe through my nose, centering myself. Bracing for it.

The pain breaks through me, and I can’t stop the scream that leaves my throat. He pushes his hand against me harder, and all at once, his entire fist sinks deep into my pussy. I hear my sounds echoing back to me in the chamber, but nothing can distract me from the insane way my body is being opened up.

On cue, Bridget lets out a scream of her own, but it barely registers to me.

My opening wraps around Edwin’s wrist. His cock in my ass, his hand in my pussy. I’ve never felt so full. He opens his hand and presses down towards my ass, then thrusts in and out of my asshole again, effectively stroking his own cock inside me.

My jaw hangs open, but every sound gets caught in my throat. I reach down between my legs to grab Edwin’s wrist. My wetness is covering him.

His free hand comes to the back of my neck and draws me closer until I’m sitting at the edge of the altar, dizzy and obedient to his instruction. Our bodies have never been so connected.

When his mouth finds mine, I kiss him like I need to borrow his strength, hoping his energy will seep into me through our lips. His air is my air. The physical connection is complete.

My arms wrap around his shoulders and hold on, needing to feel him closer to me. I’m overwhelmed. Everything is too intense. My mind creates the image that it’s only us floating through nothingness, towards a bright, dangerous place.

His hand lowers from my neck to rub my clit, and the sensation swells. I breathe harder. Sweat drips down my breasts and back.

Then the chanting begins.

A low rhythm builds around us, rising from the floor all the way up to the balconies above, male voices blending into a single pulse that vibrates through me.

Take. Give. Bind. Burn.

Take. Give. Bind. Burn.

The illusion of privacy shatters. The room fills again, suddenly crowded with men. They’re all watching me, forcing me to perform. Their chanting pushes into me like hands grabbing at my flesh.

Edwin leans down until his forehead rests against mine. I can feel his heavy breaths, the strain in him, as he brings himself closer to his own release.

Then something brushes my back.

Fabric. Gauze, I think. Two people walk around us, winding the material across our bodies. Layer by layer, Edwin and I are drawn together until separation becomes impossible. The binding tightens around our joined bodies in a cocoon that feels claustrophobic and intimate at once, like being wrapped for burial and marriage in the same breath.

Take. Give. Bind. Burn.

The chant grows louder. It presses into my ears until dizziness clouds the edges of my thoughts.

Edwin moves his hips to fuck my ass in short strokes. He pulls his fist from my pussy, stretching it wide before pushing right back in. All to get me to sob through my scream.

My mind floats away from logic. My breath comes too fast. The blindfold makes everything infinite. The binding makes us one shape. One creature.

The crest builds again. A wave rising from deep inside me, spreading through every place Edwin has awakened.