Gabrielle parted with the pain, from herself, and soon became overwhelmed by the sensation of flying, her mind spiraling out of her head. “I-I’m doing it!” she squeaked, exhilarated and terrified at the same time. Ever more consciously, she ignored the feeling that something was off.
“Speak! Break your silence! Break their power!” Aiden goaded her higher.
The blonde sputtered when the man pulled back from burying his full length into her and then rammed home again. Desperately, she chased the sense that she was transcending to another plane. Her mouth formed words without running them by her brain first. “The cult tied me down for Khrafstar. He… m-mocked and men-menaced me some more. Ah!”
“Feel it! Taste your freedom!”
Barely cognizant that Aiden was saying something to her or joining her in euphoria, Gabrielle obeyed. “Then he took me.” Disorientation overrode all else when the admission did not bring hurt or shame, but acceptance. “M-many times, a-and in many ways,” she continued mindlessly.
Aiden craved details. “What kind of ways?”
“Ways I never imagined. H-he was a demon. Ahh!” Starved lungs shuddered for breath. “He crossed every boundary I ever had. T-took everything from me.”
“How, child? How? Tell me how!” The man asked though he knew the answer, tapping into Gabrielle’s hidden memories as if they were a treasure trove. Satisfaction made him groan and huff his breath as he slammed into his student all the harder.
“He- he…” Even in her most debauched, delirious state, Gabrielle did not have the comprehension, let alone vocabulary, to describe what had happened to her.
Her teacher filled in the blank. “He took your ass,” just like this, “didn’t he?”
“Yes.” Again, the truth came without pain. “Th-then my mouth. Th-then between my, my breasts. Then …the usual way.”
“Ohhh! We will do the same,” he moaned into her hair without her notice. “But the cult!” he remembered. “The cult! What did they do?”
“They touched me. P-put their hands and mouths all over me. I- It gave them pleasure, so they covered me in their release. …K-Khrafstar covered me in smoke.”
Taken out of his pleasure by such an unexpected turn, Aiden asked, “What?”
“Smoke billowed from Khrafstar’s nose and mouth.” Gabrielle covered her own briefly, absently. “Into mine. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Everything just felt awful. So; so a-awful.” The admission starting to bring her down, she plunged ahead with her story to keep from crashing and burning. “He- I could feel Hell burning through my skin and pounding in my blood.”
“Gods,” Aiden cursed. Beginning to truly feel for the woman, he shook his head to regain his own focus. If he cared about her, then he couldn’t sap her. Nor could he enjoy the moment. So, he returned to using her vulnerabilities against her. “You are so strong, Gabrielle. So pure. You survived all that and yet carry within you the brightest light I’ve ever seen.”
Still plummeting despite the praise, Gabrielle whimpered. “I’m not. No… nobody makes it through that unscathed. Nobody makes it through that at all. I died on that altar,” she realized, haunted. “But somehow I brought life into this world because of what happened to me on it. …Life that really wasn’t.”
“Khrafstar warned me, but I didn’t get it. He stuck his claw in me, my-my bellybutton to awaken my womb; pierced my breasts for Dahak to fill them with milk.” Voice hollow to the point of death, Gabrielle feigned a laugh. “Like I said, he was all about getting inside of me. Every way he could. He… did.” She yelped when Aiden drove into her with a brutal thrust to shake her from her distraction. “I-it feels like he’s still doing it. I don’t know if he ever stopped.”
Her faint whispers once more sparking the embers of Aiden’s conscience, he worked harder to smother them. “It sounds like you give the cult a lot more credit than they deserve. Baring and touching you isn’t so bad.”
Indignation did not even occur to the blonde. She barely heard the crass comment. Still, she answered it. “That was before they decided they wanted …in too. When Khrafstar was sitting on my chest to rub his… himself between my… and put it in my mouth….” As she started coming back to herself, she began to consciously choose her words.
“The cult was all men?”
“No.” Lethargic self-deprecation twisted her countenance as she stared off into the distance. “And they …weren’t- didn’t- They only used their fingers– one, two, three each-”
“Yes, it hurt terribly,” Gabrielle said without inflection, an inadvertent counterpoint to Aiden’s high-pitched sigh. “And most were too impatient to wait their turn. So, more than one took me at the same time.”
“Both openings,” she confirmed. “The whole thing went on for hours. They even- two of the men lifted up Meridian to hook her fingers in me too,” Gabrielle said just as they both saw it happening in their minds. “S-so cold. I couldn’t scream, w-was choking on K- his—” the woman’s voice changed as she went momentarily blank; the man blotted the dead priestess’s part out bilaterally in a repeated effort to not be derailed from his peak— “Khrafstar reached climax three times, once in each place. …Until the rest of the cult disappeared. He-” Her voice caught in another hiccup. “He was kinder to me when they weren’t there. He untied me and kissed me, stroked- Oh!” Gabrielle squeezed her eyes shut and curled even tighter into herself.
Aiden groaned in appreciation of the added pressure and slight angle change. The physical sensations further drove away his lingering thoughts about the corpse. “What happened next? What did he do?” he panted in ecstasy.
“He ran his hands over every part of me. They were so hot, made my skin all red and sweaty.” Tuning out the sounds of pleasure from her teacher at the description, she forged ahead. “He… liked what he saw.” Then Gabrielle could say no more. Her mouth worked uselessly while the spiritual noose she had long forgotten closed around her neck.