Chapter 5: The last week
The final week unfolded as a sustained fever dream. The careful architecture of pretense, so meticulously maintained in the beginning, now showed deep, structural cracks. It was less a performance and more a reflex, like breathing.
It was less a performance and more a reflex, like breathing. Their bodies moved in a slick, practiced rhythm now, a tangled symphony of gasps and slapping skin that echoed off the cold marble of the eastern meditation cell. Cade moved between them with an effortless, devastating rhythm.
He held Andressa impaled against the wall, her muscular legs wrapped around his waist, while Alina knelt before him, her mouth working furiously. “Thou shalt… oh, holy flames… shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife!” Andressa shrieked, her head thrashing back against the stone. Her declaration dissolved into a wet, shuddering wail as her body seized around him, a powerful wave that left her trembling.
Alina pulled back, gasping for air, her lips glistening. “My turn, you greedy bitch,” she panted, pushing Andressa’s shoulder. Cade just grinned, that easy, infuriating grin, and switched their positions without breaking stride. He bent Alina over a prayer bench, the carved wood digging into her knees. He entered her from behind with a single, deep thrust that punched the air from her lungs.
“The body is a temple!” Alina cried out, her voice cracking as he established a brutal, piston-like pace. “A temple to be pure! Oh, yes, Cade! Right there!” She was screaming then, her preaching entirely incoherent, just raw sound punctuated by the relentless impact of his hips. Sweat dripped from Cade’s brow onto the small of her back.
Andressa, wrung out and staggering, crawled over. She pressed her face against Alina’s shoulder, her hands cupping her own full breasts, offering them to her son. “Respect… a woman’s… sanctity,” she moaned as he took one painfully hard nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her yelp. His hands, huge and commanding, groped and squeezed her flesh with a proprietorial ease.
They were easily outmatched. Every time one seemed to find a fleeting moment of control, a way to take the lead, Cade would shift his weight or change his angle and dismantle it completely. He was sexually destroying them, and their twisted ecstasy was a radiant, humiliating truth. They loved it. They craved the demolition.
The room stank of sex and salt and spent incense. Their sweat painted shiny trails over toned abdomens and flexing thighs. They came repeatedly, their orgasms less distinct peaks and more a continuous, seismic trembling that left their muscles jumping under slick skin. They screamed like madwomen, the sacred scripts of the Church now just fractured incantations of bliss.
“Fidelity… is… aaaaah!… a covenant!” Andressa babbled, her eyes rolling back as a fresh, wrenching climax took her. It was a complete farce. The image of powerful, proud feminist warriors was ashes. Here, they were just vessels, desperate and cracked open, betraying every oath with every shuddering plea for more.
They would drop everything and betray anyone for Cade’s colossal cock. This truth was the foundation of every gasp. It never stopped, a relentless engine of their ruination. It fucked their pussies until they were sore and swollen, their assholes until they cried tears of painful pleasure, and it slid between Andressa’s large, pillowy tits, glazing her skin with proof of their apostasy.
From his hiding place in the air duct, Ethan watched, his own arousal a bitter, tight knot in his gut. What enraged and envied him the most was the naturalness with which Cade did it. There was no strain, no desperate hunger in Cade’s face—just a calm, focused exertion, as if this were just another training exercise. He handled their bodies, their screams, their shattered dogma with the casual competence of a master craftsman.
Ethan’s own brief, fumbling encounters—the memory of his own pathetic, fifteen-second failures—flooded him with a nausea that mixed with his jealousy. He watched his mother, a woman who could break seasoned initiates with a glance, sob Cade’s name like a prayer. He watched Alina, all cunning and manipulation, reduced to a mindless, begging animal.
Cade finally pulled back, leaving them both heaving on the floor. He looked down at them, his chest rising and falling steadily. “Recite the Tenth Commandment,” he said, his voice a low, even command.
Andressa, sprawled on her back, drew a hitching breath. “Thou shalt not… covet.” She reached for him, her hand trembling. “Please. I need it. I covet. I sin. Just finish it.”
Cade smiled. He wasn’t even winded. “Again.”