Emmaline humbles herself to all of the servants of the Breath

"Gentlemen, you may share the penitent," he said, looking past Emmaline to his companions, utterly ignoring her input on the command. She turned with a gasp to see the inquisitors approaching, freeing their rampant cocks from their robes as they neared her pumping body, their eyes fixed on the sodden pink folds of her sex. "One at a time gentlemen," the Bishop added as he rocked his hips lightly, driving his cock deeper into her ass. "Lady Emmaline will show us all the depth of her faith, won't you my child?"

Emmaline was shocked as the inquisitors closed in on her, their image as silent watchers broken by the movement. She had almost begun to think of them as fixtures of the room, not unlike statues, but the number of hardened cocks approaching her were strong evidence otherwise.

She reached out as the first one approached her, taking his cock in her hands, stroking it gently as she had done the Bishop not long before. She treasured the hard flesh, but not nearly as much as the Bishop's own cock, still lodged deep within her. As much attention as she gave to the cock in front of her, much more of Emmaline's focus was still on the Bishop. She rode him dutifully, happily, doing her very best to use every technique she knew to bring on his climax. His stamina was truly incredible, Emmaline noted, as most of the considerable number of men she had been with would have come quite a while ago under her focused ministrations.

For some reason that thought left her feeling hollow, empty, a failure. Her failure to please him struck deep within her chest, and the emptiness of her pussy only served to further that aching empty feeling. Emmaline continued to stroke the inquisitor's cock, but the gesture was absentminded and devoid of focus. Her torso twisted around to look at the Bishop again, and her dwindling hope for his enthusiastic praise faded further as he met her with another stoic stare.

With Emmaline's focus elsewhere, the inquisitor took matters into his own hands, pulling his cock from her grasp and pushing her back against the Bishop's chest. With the Bishop supporting her writhing form, the inquisitor spread her thighs wider, pressing his cock against her drenched folds and easing it into her.

Emmaline gasped at the sensation of being so stretched and full; two fat cocks plugging her holes, pumping inside her, triggering her needs. She clung to the inquisitor, her nails digging into his shoulders as she bucked like a feral animal, moaning as another orgasm built inside her.

Behind him she could see the others, their cocks stiff and ready. She knew they would all be inside her soon, but she cared nothing except for the one in her ass. The one belonging to the Bishop who she so desperately wanted to please, so eagerly wanted to bring to completion.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy)-- Shandy is the author of Fox in the Henhouse and The Peril's of Lisa-- please check out his stuff! :)