Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen 2)

Tiff and Jules were sprawled on the sheets asleep, Jules’s head lying on Tiff’s plastic tits. Within seconds, I was naked and I strode over to the bed, yanking on Tiff’s arm. She bolted upright, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and Jules stirred beside her. As I crawled on the bed, Tiff’s eyes lit up with excitement when she set her sights on my straining big cock.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve never seen you so long and hard. That all for me?” Jules leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around it, circling her tongue around the tip. I snapped back my head and tried like fuck to just enjoy the bitch sucking me off, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Lilah, all wet and naked under that see-through slip, her bare pussy and huge tits peeking through… just to taunt me.

Pushing Jules off my dick, I grabbed Tiff and pushed her on her stomach, lifting her ass in the air. Reaching into the top drawer of my bedside dresser, I pulled out a rubber, rolled it on in record time, and in one long thrust, slammed my cock into Tiff’s already drenched pussy. As I pounded my hips against her ass, our flesh slapping together, I could almost imagine it was Lilah below me. That only made me swell more, and Tiff screamed out in pleasure.

Feeling the bed dip, I looked to the side only to see Jules on her back, shuffling her head between my legs, where she proceeded to lick and suck on my balls.

I was done for. Leaning my chest down, I fisted Tiff’s blond hair and rammed into her hard. Tiff screamed and I felt her pussy contract; she was coming so fuckin’ hard. Jules, on hearing her bitch’s squeal of pleasure, took my balls into her mouth, tonguing at the flesh while rubbing frantically at her clit.

The grunts and moans were loud, the bed’s headboard slammed against the wall, chipping paint, and when Tiff threw back her head, screaming as she came, I exploded in her cunt, flopping down on her sweat-soaked back as Jules mewled between my legs, fingering herself and coming down from her orgasm.

Tiff turned her head and a satiated smile spread on her red lips. “Fuck, baby. Whatever got you that hard and crazy, keep doing it! I ain’t gonna be able to walk for days… not that I’m complaining. You know I can’t get enough of her pussy and your cock.”

As I pulled out of her hungry hole, I closed my eyes, practically feeling Lilah squirming beneath me, sweaty from coming and enjoying the warmth from her pussy against my thigh as she caught her breath.

“Oh, Ky… that was…” A female voice sighed.

Snapping open my eyes, I ripped off the rubber, grabbed a new one, and this time lifted Jules in the air, slamming her on her back. “Spread your fuckin’ legs, bitch.”

Jules’s eyes widened as I lined up my still rock-solid cock. “Again?” she asked, breathless and in shock.

“Again. NOW!” I hissed and her eyes widened at my order. “You got a problem with that? If so, get the fuck out and I’ll get another slut from the bar.”

“No… no problem, baby,” she answered quickly, her eyes bright. She was turned on by my aggression.

“Then spread your legs and don’t fuckin’ open your mouth again,” I ordered as I hammered inside her and roared. When Tiff suddenly straddled Jules’s face and reached back to grip my fingers, pushing them into her tight ass, I closed my eyes and pictured Lilah beneath me again, moaning and clawing at my arms, that ass and cunt shoved up in the air. I gritted my teeth and picked up the speed of my thrusts.

Fuckin’ cunt-struck for the brainwashed pilgrim blonde…

Shit!

Chapter Five

New Zion, Texas

Prophet Cain

Pressing my palm to Mae’s soft cheek, I whispered, “I would have given you the world.”

Her hand mirrored mine and she leaned in close. “Run, Cain. Please… Run…”

I could hear guns in the distance, but my legs would not move. I could not leave her. I loved her.

“Run, please… Save yourself… For me, if you love me, run… for me…” Mae begged.

The gunshots grew closer still, and dropping my hand, I fled into the forest, leaving behind my heart and my people’s chance at salvation…

“How are you feeling, brother?”

Startled by a voice coming from behind, I jumped. Ridding the painful memory of Mae from my head, I rose to my feet, finished with my prayers.

Judah, my twin brother, approached with a wide smile upon his face. He was dressed in his traditional white tunic and pants, as was I. His hair was exactly the same length and color as mine, his eyes the same brown, his build and height identical.

Combing back long hair from my eyes with my fingers, I embraced my twin, seeking solace in his familiar arms, and sighed, “I am well.”

Judah pulled back and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, guiding me on the decorative path in the personal prayer garden at the back of my new housing quarters. Although, the name “quarters” did not seem appropriate. My new dwelling was a large columned white house, ostentatious in its interior decoration and vast in size. It boasted many bedrooms, reception rooms, lounges, and a large kitchen, all filled with expensive furnishings. The landscaped gardens behind it seemed never-ending and too much, but this small prayer garden appealed to me, filled with its fountains and greenery. It was a place I could escape from all the craziness of late.

I was not sure I could do this.

Was not sure I could do all that was expected of me.

Hell, I was not sure I wanted to do this.

I did not feel like a prophet. I felt like a man who’d just had his heart ripped out and served to him on a platter. And now I had an entire flock of people to lead. I was twenty-four and had to lead an entire commune.