My Nihilism Got Me Laid?!

In a murky slosh, I pull my foot from his crushed skull. Wiggling my foot, I attempt to shake off some of the brains stuck between my laces.

Turning around, I begin walking across the stage; yanking his toothpick knife out of my chest, I toss it aside.

As I stretch my back, the last of the flesh wings fold back into the normal position, allowing me to breathe normally once more.

Finally having enough oxygen to have a thought of my own, the blinded rage has receded.

Standing on the stage, my body is covered in blood; my maroon hair has become dyed a more vibrant red as it drips from the ends.

With my dead tired eyes, I look towards the crowd, tilting my head back.

I'm about to pull a Harry Hart and get a kill chain in this church.

My reignited blood lust is interrupted as the crowd... cheers?

"He has arrived!"

"Our lord!"

"You have returned to us!"

Ehhhhh!?

Before I can react, the crowd has engulfed the surrounding area, suffocating my personal space as they try to touch me.

"Quick, he needs a virgin!"

"EH!?"

"They will create our next savior!"

Despite having just slaughtered two people, I can't help but bashfully react to the preposterous statement. Before I can mutter a word, a flock of white cloaked woman surround me.

"Lord Graves! Choose me!"

"Get off him, bitch! The lord will choose me!"

"I have been saving myself solely for you!"

"Wha- I'm not your god!"

From the crowd, a single hand emerges, dragging my attention away from the rest. "I will do it!"

My eyes widen as I see whose hand it is. "Asher?! Wh- why!? don't go along with these loons!"

"I dont know what you are, nor why you saved me. And... I can't tell if this is just trauma bonding, but I cannot describe nor contain these feeling..."

"I may not be the prettiest or the most attractive, so all I can do... is ask." Her bright blue eyes reflect the moonlight that engulfs the surrounding field. Her soft hands are clasped together in a desperate plea; her expression a warm smile, like a fire on a desolate winter night. "Graves, can I have you for the night?"

I have never been one to believe in angels or demons, but in this moment, as she stood before me, she was the closest thing earth will ever have to an angel.

"I would be honored." I smile.

She walks over, grabbing my face as she goes in for a kiss.

My eyes widen as this whole thing feels like a fever dream.

The romantic scene is awkwardly interrupted by the swarm of people surrounding us, eagerly awaiting...

With a cautious wave, I lock arms with Asher. "Uh... so, we're going to go uh... find a motel... have a good night, folks."

"No, you must do it here!"

"This is sacred ground, my lord."

"Please allow us to watch!"

"WAHT!? You pervs! We're not having se- Asher?! Why are you undressing!?"

Her cheeks turn bright pink as her eyes dart around. "If that's what it takes, then I don't mind."

"What!? No! lets just... I dont know, go literally anywhere but an open grass plain with forty people watching us!"

"Please, my lord."

"It would be an honor."

Alright, I know I had sex in front of five people at the casino with Cozen, but that was... different.

Looking around, they all stare at me with expecting eyes as they clap their hands together. The fact Asher is now standing beside me bare naked is not helping.

She stands there flustered and blushing as she struggles to cover her crotch and breasts. "Please Graves."

Wincing, my mind spins. But my brain falters as I start thinking with my other head. "Alright... fine... but after seeing a man get eaten alive by fire ants; I don't exactly want to do it in the gras-"

Before I can even finish my sentence, four guys are carrying a bed out to us.

So, standing in an open grass field, in the middle of the woods, at night with forty cultists watching, I begin to undress.

Crawling up onto the bed, Asher still covers her body in a reserved pose as she bashfully crosses her legs.

I nervously join her, the squeaky metal springs are drowned out by how flustered I am.

Lying on her back, she goes into a missionary pose.

Grabbing her legs, I spread them apart, revealing her soaked pussy.

She looks down at my throbbing dick with anticipation and excitement, her body squirming back and fourth.

"Uh... so how was your day, Asher?" I ask, awkwardly.

She giggles. "Well, it's certainly one of the more... interesting nights."

The group of cultist has formed a circle around the bed as they look at us with beady eyes.

Just imagine it's a livestream and you have 40 viewers.

Trying to distract myself, I focus all of my attention on the angelic Asher as she looks at me with a warm smile.

"Uh... let us begin... I guess."

"Yes." She nods with a flustered smile.

Grabbing the shaft of my dick, I guide it towards the entrance of her wet pussy.

She preemptively bites her lip, looking down at the incoming penetration.

Despite how weird this is, my dick doesn't seem to mind, as it violently trembles. Grabbing her waist, my fingers sink into her soft body, the contrast of the cold and her warm touch causes my cock to pulsate violently with anticipation.

Seeking shelter within her warm moist pussy, I drive the tip in. She lets out a moan, alluring me to push even further. Pulling her hips towards me, my cock drives its way into the soft cushy walls of her pussy.

Arching her back, she begins convulsing as she lets out a moan that fills the empty night sky.

While she is not exactly a picturesque pastor, the idea of taking the first time of a religious figure, a woman of sanctity, causes my cock to throb with a selfish hunger.

As she fails to contain her cute expressions of lust, I begin to speed up my thrusts, to the point where our bodies slap together.

"Fu- Fuck Asher, you- feel amazing." I groan.

"Don- Don't Stop!" she mumbles as though failing to divert her attention from my cock pushing her walls apart. With a yelp, the sheets shift as she desperately clenches onto them.

The group surrounds us, clasping their hands together, they begin to hum and mumble nonsense.

Somehow, their weird noises are muted; in this moment, all I hear is Asher's cute raspy breaths as she struggles to hold back the pleasure.

"Does that feel good, Asher?"

She fails to formulate any actual words, instead just mumbling in affirmation. "Mhh Hmm."

The motions begin to hasten our breaths, and our bodies begin heating up as her skin is soaked with sweat. But the cold night breeze rips through the field, causing the sweat to go cold. As her body shivers, I can't help but lunge forward and wrap my body around hers in a tight embrace.

Still thrusting in and out, the transfer of body heat creates a temporary shield from the cold. She matches my embrace, wrapping her trembling body around my own in a leg lock.

The softness of her supple body and her squishy breasts pressing against me only encourages the tightening of our comforting hug.

As adorable as she is and as good as this feels... this is super fucking weird, and I want to get this over with.

I begin to hasten my thrusts, her tight pussy desperately clinging to the skin of my dick.

Her breathing becomes unsteady, yet her embrace tightens.

"Asher, I'm goin- going to cum. I know these cult weirdos aren't going to like it, but I can pul-"

"Do it inside!" She cries out, locking her legs around my waist, pulling me in.

...

I can't think of a single reason why a pastor would be on Plan B... they can't have sex, right? or is that just nuns... Regardless, I doubt she planned for her night to turn out this way.

Getting up on my elbows, I go face to face with her. Sweat drips down from my face as we both breathe heavily onto one another.

"Sorry that you got roped into all of thi-"

She shuts me up as she drives her tongue into my mouth, locking her drooling glossy lips with my own. Grabbing the back of my head, she runs her hands through my hair pulling me in closer.

Our tongues swirl with one another as we trade spit. In this moment it feels like its just the two of us, her desperate moans, and the squeaking metal bed muffling out the humming of the spectators.

Desperately thrusting in, my cock slams against her womb, causing her to scream into my mouth as the ecstasy overflows our senses. Between her soft body and the yelling, it pushes me over the edge and I have no choice but to cum.

With one final absolute thrust, I drive my dick deep into her soft, velvety insides. With one final warning, my cock violently throbs before unloading into her. The orgasm lasts longer than five seconds, as every second is a moment of pure bliss.

Even after I had finished cumming, I leave my dick deep within the warm safety of her pussy. My entire body covers her as we lie there in an ecstasy overload haze.

But after a few moments, I manage to pull myself up. Unsheathing my cock from deep within her pussy, it's dripping with cum while her pussy practically bubbles the overflowing white liquid.

Yikes... that's not good.

Getting up, I look around at the spectators, none of them are even hard or wet; they are literally crying with joy as they continue their prayer. It's like having security cameras watching you.

And now that we are no longer violently thrusting our bodies against one another, the cold night breeze hits my body like an artic blizzard. Hastily grabbing our clothes I hand Asher hers first then throw mine on.

Still sweating and panting, Asher leans on me as she puts her shoes back on.

Looking at me, she's still breathing heavily, yet smiles as she begins giggling, likely due to the pure insanity of what just transpired.

Well, having sex in front of a cult was not on my bingo card today...