Unholy Cravings: A Collection Of Taboo Erotica stories

Elara's POV

The night air in the shared cell was thick with the scent of sweat and cum. I lay on the narrow bed, eyes wide and open, and my body humming from where Thorne's hand rested on my waist, his cock nestling against the curve of my ass.

My pussy still fluttered faintly from the orgasm he had wrenched from me, and yet, sleep evaded me. I couldn't shut my eyes for a full minute, because I was anticipating what would happen when Elias finally got here. 

The fire I'd come here to extinguish burned deeper. I shifted slightly, the rough wool of the blanket chafing my skin, and my nipples tightened into peaks. 

I wasn't wearing my dress, Thorne had tugged it off while he was cleaning me. I lay stark naked on a priest's bed, imagining all the sins they could coax from my body.

Thorne stirred behind me, his breath hot on my neck, lips brushing the shell of my ear in a lazy kiss that made me shiver. "Can't sleep, little sinner?" He murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling the nipple in slow teasing drags that pulled a soft whimper from my throat. 

"Father Elias is not back yet," I admitted, my voice husky, arching back into his touch. 

Deep down, my conscience nagged at me that this was not the reason why I'd come here, but these two priests had unravelled that intention thread by thread.

In one day, I'd had both their mouths on me, and yet it didn't feel like enough. And now this, sharing their bed like some spouse. 

The door creaked open then, and my heartbeat skyrocketed. Father Elias stepped into the room, slightly dishevelled and his hair looked damp. His grey eyes locked on us immediately and darkened as they raked over my naked form, then to Thorne's hand that still clutched me possessively.

"Thorne," Elias said, voice low and gravelly. He crossed the room in three strides and rid himself of his habit and the rest of his undergarments. I couldn't help but stare at the hard planes of his body, his cock was already half hard. "You've started without me." 

Thorne chuckled, his hands squeezing my breast harder, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Couldn't wait, brother. Our lamb was too tempting to resist". He nuzzled my neck while his hand trailed down my belly and he dipped his fingers between my thighs to find the slick evidence of my earlier release and the fresh arousal there. I moaned and parted my legs instinctively. His finger circled my clit in lazy strokes that made my hips buck.

Elias's gaze followed the movement, his cock twitching fully to life now. The head of his cock flushed a deep purple as he palmed himself while his eyes never left mine. "Elara," he breathed, kneeling on the bed. His hands reached out, cupping my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his. "You owe me a release,"

The words hung in the air, but my body responded before my voice could. I arched into Thorne's touch and reached out my hand to wrap my fingers around Elias's shaft, stroking this length with a boldness that surprised me.

"Yes, and i'd be more than willing to repay now" I whispered.

Elias groaned and crushed his mouth to mine, claiming me like a desperate man. His mouth thrust past my lips, tangling with mine in a wet, sloppy dance while his hands roamed, one tangling in my hair while the other joined Thorne's between my legs. Four fingers now, teasing my folds. Two plunging inside while the remaining two stretched me wide. I cried out into Elias's mouth, my free hands digging in his shoulder and my nails digging into his skin.

Thorne didn't relent, his cock hardened against my ass, the thick length sliding between my cheeks. "That's it, Elara. Take us like the slut you are." He growled, nipping my earlobe. 

Two fingers scissor inside me, curling to hit that spot that made my vision blur. I was a writhing mess under their ministrations, yet I wanted more.

My pussy clenched around their invading fingers, my clit throbbing under the pad of Thorne's thumb as he rubbed me in firm circles.

"More, I need more." I gasped, releasing Elias's cock to push at both their shoulders. They obeyed, withdrawing their hand with groans of protest. I mourned the loss of their fingers. But what I needed in that moment was their cocks, and I was shamelessly going to beg for every inch.

I rose to my knees, the blanket falling away and shoved Elias onto his back. He stared up at me with a mix of shock and lust, but his cock stood proud, leaking pre cum onto his abdomen.

Thorne watched from behind, stroking himself lazily as I straddled Elias's hips, grinding my slick fold along his length, coating him with my wetness.

"Fuck," Elias hissed, hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave print marks, guiding me as I lifted, positioning his thick head at my entrance. I had planned to ease him into me inch by inch, but Elias wasn't on board with that plan. In one thrust, he breached me, stretching my walls as I choked on a sob. It felt like years since I last had a cock inside me, and this one was just perfect. 

"So tight... like you were made for this dick." He muttered. 

Thorne moved then and knelt behind me. My breath hitched when his hands spread my ass cheeks, he spat onto the tight hole. "Hold still, lamb," he commanded. His thumb circled the rim, pressing in slowly. 

My thoughts were all over the place. How would this feel?

Would I enjoy it?

Would having two cocks in me at the same time hurt?

I clenched, my pussy fluttering around Elias who groaned and thrust up harder, hands kneading my breasts roughly. 

Thorne's finger sank deeper, then it was two fingers, scissoring to stretch me, the burn morphing to pleasure. 

I rocked between them, Elias's cock dragging along my walls with every movement, building the coil in my belly tighter.

Then Thorne withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. 

I stopped breathing for a moment as he pushed in slowly. 

It burned, making me cry out. The stretch bordered on too much, but I pushed back, taking him, inch by inch until he was seated deep, balls pressed against Elias's where we were joined.

I felt impossibly full, the thin wall between them allowing me to feel every twitch and every pulse as they both stilled, their breathings ragged and bodies sweat slicked from the obvious effort of self restraint.

'"Fuck me," I demanded, voice breaking. Elias thrust up first while Thorne held still, then Thorne pulled back and thrust forward as Elias paused. They set a see-saw rhythm, their cocks alternating in my ass and pussy. The friction was insane, hitting every nerve and every spot that made pleasure spike in me. I rode them shamelessly, hands braced on Elias's chest, nails raking red trails down to his hip, my breath bouncing with each dual thrust and my nipples grazed his silver dusted chest.

"Fuck, Little Lamb. You're so fucking tight." Thorne grunted, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back, the other slapping my ass. Elias's hand went down to my clit, rubbing furious circles that had me babbling incoherently. "Yes, there, don't stop, oh God."

The orgasm hit without warning, crashing over me like a tidal wave, my walls spasming in rhythmic pulses that milked them both.

They didn't stop. Elias flipped us, somehow disentangling Thorne without pulling out fully, laying me down my side. He hooked my leg over his elbow then pounded into my pussy, like he was administering a punishment. The new angle let me grind against my g-spot with every snap of his hips.

Thorne spooned behind, re-entering my ass with a groan. His mouth came to my neck and bit down as he matched Elias's rhythm. The slap of flesh filled the cell mingling with their grunts. "Take it, Sister. Like our holy whore" 

I had a mini orgasm then, my vision almost whitening out as I squirted around Elias, the hot gush splattering his abdomen.

"Elias.. Thorne.. Fuck.. mmhm," words failed me and reduced to sobs and whimpers. 

Elias came first, burying deep with a roar, his cock pulsing and flooding my pussy with thick jets of cum that overflowed and leaked around him. Then Thorne's thrusts turned erratic, his hips slamming as he emptied into my ass, the warmth spreading like liquid fire.

We collapsed in a tangle, our breaths heaving and our bodies slick and spent. 

Elias slipped free first, a wet gush following as his cum mixed with my juices on the sheets. He kissed me softly then, his tongue gentle as he licked into my mouth. "My ruin," he whispered, his gray eyes soft.

Thorne pulled out next, groaning at the loss, his hand soothed the ring with feather light circles before rolling me to face him. "We're not done yet, Lamb." He murmured, his hazel eyes shining with mischief. 

Elias chuckled from behind, then pressed closer, his cock was already hardening and nestling between my thigh.

"The night is young, Little Lamb. Confess what you crave next."

I did, my voice trembling with renewed need. 

I didn't know how long they could go before they became fully exhausted, and I didn't really care.

I was the object of their pleasures and I was going to savor every sinful drop.