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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.

I was home.

Epilogue

“Mother Constance,” Sister Olivia called from the door of my office.

“Yes, Sister?” I put down my pen and looked up.

“Someone is here to see you. I left her in the dining hall. Poor dear needed some tea.” She shook her head in sympathy.

“Oh? Well, Iet me go see who it is.” Curious, I left my office, shutting the door behind me.

Even though it had been less than a year that I’d been here, it still felt like yesterday that I’d gotten off the bus that delivered me to my destiny.

I still remember the shock at finding out that my imaginary friend was real. That he had been real all along, albeit away from me in body, waiting until I was ready to join him. My love for him grew each day; my desire each night. He was my world, and together we were rewriting that world, one parishioner at a time.

I headed for the kitchen. As I passed the main room, Sister Diane was taking a cock up the ass. The priest behind her, lost in the throes of complete worship, moaned into the mouth of Mayor Bradshaw, whose cock was being thoroughly serviced by the town librarian, Mrs. Willson.

Ah, the sounds of depravity were sweet to my ears. It was the song of my wicked soul. I bowed their way, smiling, and passed the kitchen. But I stopped in my tracks when I got to the doorway of the dining hall.

Sitting at the table was a nun in a gray habit and white veil, quietly drinking from a porcelain cup, her head down like she was praying.

She looked up as I entered the room. Big blue eyes, soft pale skin. The face of a princess. But so very sad.

“Hannah,” I whispered.

Tears began to fill her lovely eyes, and I moved closer. When she stood, all made sense. Her rounded belly, heavy with child, said it all.

“Oh Constance,” she whispered back, her throat thick with the oncoming tears that were about to fall. I went to her, putting my arms around her.

“All will be well, I promise, Hannah. We will take care of you.”

And then we talked for hours, right before it was time to ready for dinner. When Solomon found me, he kissed my head in welcome, and I introduced the Sister to my Beloved.

“Welcome, Sister Hannah,” he said, touching her shoulder. “Come, let’s get you settled.”

We brought her to Sister Hazel, who petted and clucked at her, taking her under her wing and showing her to a room.

I watched them leave, my heart full and happy. When I leaned against Solomon, I sighed contently. “So, my love, what is tonight’s sermon on?”

He held me tight, his strong arms embracing me. I could feel his delicious cock hardening against my ass, and I wiggled.

“Evil woman,” he whispered in my ear before biting