Game of Divines (GoD)

Chapter III: Twilight of Innocence

"P-Please, help me! Judah!"

The urgency in that voice sent a jolt through me. It was Jehoram! He was in desperate need of my help!

My heart raced as I darted through the sprawling halls of our kingdom, anxiety coursing through my veins. What on earth could be happening to him?

When I finally burst into the living room, my breath caught in my throat. There, bound to a massive wooden cross, was Jehoram, his hands and feet tied tightly, completely naked and vulnerable. A wave of horror washed over me as I took in the sight. But what made my stomach turn even more was the priest—also unclothed—standing there with a grotesque smile, his hands moving rhythmically over his own private parts.

"There you are, Judah. Come here and join us in our fun," the priest beckoned, his voice dripping with malice. His gaze was predatory, and I felt a chill creep up my spine, an instinctual fear compelling me to obey him.

"Don't, Judah! He's possessed by an evil spirit! He's not himself!" Jehoram's voice was filled with desperation, echoing in my mind. I hesitated, staring hard at the priest, searching for any sign of humanity in his eyes, but he looked utterly normal—too normal.

"Come closer, Judah, or I'll kill your friend!"

The threat hung heavy in the air, and my heart pounded violently in my chest. H-he would kill Jehoram? I couldn't let that happen!

Without a second thought, my legs moved of their own accord, and I stepped toward the priest.

"Good. Follow me because everything I say is right." He seized my head, forcing it downward toward his genitals. "Suck it."

"Suck it? Isn't that dirty?" I asked, bewildered, my mind racing to comprehend the nightmare unfolding before me.

"Don't, Judah! Don't—" Jehoram's voice cried out, but the priest was relentless, caressing himself with a grotesque pleasure.

"Just listen to me, Judah. Remember, our god does no filthy thing. It's all part of a higher purpose."

"But..."

"You'll suck it, or I'll kill your friend?!"

In a moment of panic and desperation, I reached for him, my trembling hands grasping the priest's shaft as I slowly slid it into my mouth.

"Ahh... that's it, Judah. Suck it all. Ahh." The priest's voice was a sickening blend of pleasure and authority, sending revulsion through me.

"I-I can't be doing this..." I gasped, struggling internally.

"Yes, you can. Ahh..." His breath quickened as I fought against the horror of my actions.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity as I continued, my senses overwhelmed. Suddenly, without warning, he thrust himself deep into my throat. I gagged, choking and gasping for air, the reality of my situation hitting me like a slap.

"Ahhhhh!~" he groaned, lost in ecstasy. I struggled, trying to wrench free from his grasp, not knowing what vile liquid would spill forth, and I instinctively spat everything out.

"Good job, Judah. Good job." His voice was weak, breathy, filled with satisfaction.

He knelt before me, tugging down my shorts and underwear with a predatory grin. Panic coursed through me as he took my member into his mouth, mirroring my actions.

I couldn't process the torrent of conflicting emotions. Something primal stirred within me, a yearning I couldn't explain. My heart raced as if something monumental was about to erupt from my very core.