Jax stared at the two trembling sisters, their wide, innocent eyes a mix of devotion and sheer terror. The air was thick with their naive scent, a perfume of purity he was about to shatter.

"Wait," he said, his voice a masterclass in feigned confusion. "You two were at the church? The Father said something about me?"

The one in blue, Rose, nodded frantically, her lower lip quivering. "He said the gods decreed... that we must... be with you..."

Jax leaned in, his breath ghosting over her cheek. "Must what? I don't understand. You need to speak clearly. What did the Father tell you?"

The one in green, Lily, blushed a deep, furious crimson. "He said... to cleanse our sins, we need to... to be intimate. With the man the gods send."

Jax jerked back as if slapped, putting on a show of shocked horror. "WHAT? That's the ritual? That's disgusting!"

Internally, he was laughing. They were walking him through his own devious plan, begging for their own corruption.

He ran a hand through his hair, sculpting his features into an expression of pained nobility. "Look, I don't know what kind of priest says that, but I'm not that kind of man. You two are devout, pure women... I shouldn't even be near you."

"But the gods chose YOU!" Rose insisted, desperation cracking her voice. "The Father described you exactly!"

'Perfect. Absolutely perfect.'

He let out a long, heavy sigh, the picture of a reluctant martyr. "I... I can't believe I'm saying this. But if the gods truly spoke through your Father... if this is the only path to your salvation..." He looked at them with faux-noble agony. "Then I will bear this sin. I will carry this burden. For you."

Lily's eyes welled up with tears of misplaced gratitude. "You'd... you'd defile yourself for us?"

"Someone has to," Jax said, his voice dripping with false solemnity. "And the gods chose me. Who am I to question divine will?"

Rose trembled, a fresh wave of fear washing over her. "I... I don't know if I can..."

Jax reached out, placing a deceptively gentle hand on her arm, his thumb stroking her soft skin. "Hey. Look at me. If you're not ready, we stop. Right now. Your souls aren't worth traumatizing yourselves."

'Now beg for it.'

"But the Father said—" Lily started.

"The Father isn't here," Jax interrupted, his voice a soft, seductive whisper. "It's just us. And my conscience won't allow me to proceed unless you are both absolutely, completely certain."

Rose looked at her sister, a new resolve in her eyes. "He's... he's so compassionate."

'Compassionate? I'm a wolf salivating over two little lambs.'

Lily straightened her shoulders, her jaw setting. "No. The gods commanded this. We must be cleansed. We are sure."

"Last chance," Jax whispered, his eyes locking with theirs, a final, thrilling test.

"We're sure," they breathed in unison.

A dark, predatory thrill shot straight to his cock.

The small bedroom was silent except for the sisters' ragged breathing. Jax made a show of awkwardness. "So... how does this work? Do we just... begin?"

Blue panicked. "I don't know! The Father didn't give instructions!"

"Right. Okay," Jax said, playing the clueless guide. "I guess... we take it slow. One step at a time."

He started with soft, closed-mouth kisses that quickly deepened. His tongue forced its way into Rose's mouth, and she gasped, her body stiffening before slowly melting against him. His hands roamed, expertly untying the laces of her modest dress.

The rough-spun fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her small, pert breasts, her pink nipples already pebbled hard in the cool air.

A low whimper escaped her throat as his mouth descended, his tongue lashing and sucking at one tender bud. She tasted of soap and sheer, unadulterated virtue.

He laid her back on the rough sheets of the bed, her legs trembling as he spread them apart. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his thick cock pressing against her virgin tightness.

"This will be the most crucial part of the ritual that father said," he whispered, his voice husky. "The pain will purifies the flesh."

He drove into her with one brutal, unforgiving thrust.

A sharp, choked cry was torn from Rose's throat, her back arching off the bed. Her nails dug bloody crescents into his arms as her body struggled to accommodate his invasion.

It was a hot, impossibly tight fit. Jax began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm, his eyes glued to her face as it contorted between pain and the first, bewildering sparks of pleasure.

On another hand Lily watched, mesmerized, one hand creeping under her own dress to press against her dampening core.

Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed through the small house.

"Girls? Are you home? It's Mother!"

All three froze.

"Shit!" Lily hissed, scrambling off the bed.

"Hide him!" Rose whispered, pushing frantically at Jax's sweaty chest.

Jax rolled off, his cock slick with her blood and arousal. He grabbed his clothes and dove behind a thick curtain in the corner just as the bedroom door creaked open.

"Lily? Rose? What are you doing? You look flushed," their mother's voice carried into the room.

"Nothing, Mother!" Lily's voice was a panicked squeak. "We were just... praying!"

Jax peered through a gap in the curtain. The mother was a plump, homely woman with a kind face. Rose had managed to pull on her dress, though it was inside-out and hastily tied, while Lily stood blocking her view of the disheveled bed.

'A mother walking in on the corruption of her daughters... fuck, that's hot.'

The mother started a mundane monologue about the market, complaining about the price of bread. She showed no signs of leaving.

A wicked, brilliant idea ignited in Jax's mind. This could be so much better. He gestured frantically at the sisters from his hiding spot, then pointed under the small wooden table in the center of the room.

Their eyes widened in pure horror. He nodded insistently, his expression leaving no room for argument.

Swallowing her terror, Lily guided her mother to the table. "Tell me more, Mother. Sit, please. Rest your feet."

As the mother sat, grumbling about the merchant's greed, Jax and the two sisters silently crawled across the floor and under the table. It was a cramped, dark space, smelling of dust and wood.

'This is the pinnacle of depravity,' Jax thought, his cock hardening anew at the sheer audacity.

He positioned himself between them, his back against one side of the table. He pulled Rose onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hard, leaking cock found her wet, stretched entrance from behind. She muffled a gasp into his shoulder as he slid back into her still-tender depths.

Above them, the mother droned on. "—and then he had the nerve to charge an extra copper for the rye!"

Lily, sitting just opposite Jax, was trying desperately to keep a straight face. Her eyes were locked on the subtle, rhythmic movement of her sister's body. A soft, wet, rhythmic slap... slap... slap of skin on skin was barely audible beneath her mother's voice.

Jax fucked Rose with deep, deliberate strokes, his hands groping her small breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Rose's face was a mask of strained ecstasy, her head lolling back, her mouth open in a silent, continuous moan.

Then, Jax's predatory gaze shifted to Lily. He gestured with his chin for her to come closer. Trembling, she shuffled forward on her knees until she was directly in front of him, her face level with his.

He captured her mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss, silencing any sound she might make as he continued to piston in and out of her sister.

He broke the kiss and mouthed a single, silent word. "Now."

Lily, her mind fogged with lust and fear, didn't understand. Jax nodded towards the floor beside her and mimed dropping something. Comprehension dawned. It was a reckless, insane plan, but the divine command—or Jax's will, which now felt the same—compelled her.

"Oh!" Lily exclaimed, her voice a little too loud. "My napkin, it slipped."

She bent forward from her chair, her head and shoulders disappearing under the table, presenting her rear to her mother's view, her skirts hiking up to reveal her bare calves and thighs.

It was the invitation Jax needed. In one fluid, brutal motion, he pulled out of Rose's slick heat and shifted. He yanked Lily's simple undergarments down to her knees. Before she could even process the sudden emptiness, Rose felt him move, her eyes widening as she watched him guide his thick, glistening cock to her sister's untouched entrance.

Lily let out a choked, muffled squeak into the floorboards as Jax buried himself inside her virgin cunt in one single, tearing thrust.

Her body went rigid, a sharp, hot pain eclipsing everything. Rose watched, hypnotized, as Jax's hips began to move, his length sliding in and out of her sister, the same instrument that had just been buried inside her now claiming Lily with the same ruthless efficiency.

"Find it, dear?" the mother asked from above, oblivious to the violation happening just below the table's surface.

"N-Not yet, Mother!" Lily managed to strangle out, her voice trembling as Jax's thrusts became smoother, deeper, the initial pain giving way to a shocking, unwelcome wave of pleasure.

Rose could only stare, her own core clenching in sympathy and a strange, voyeuristic arousal. She saw the exact moment her sister's resistance broke—the way her body relaxed into the rhythm, the silent shudder that wracked her frame, the way her own hand crept back to spread herself wider for him. Jax was a machine of corruption, fucking Lily with powerful, silent strokes while his hand snaked back to find Rose's damp cleft, his fingers rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts.

He was playing them both like instruments, conducting a symphony of their ruin.

The mother, satisfied with her rant, finally stood. "Well, I should start dinner. You girls... you look like you need to rest. You're both so flushed!"

She left the room.

The moment the door clicked shut, Jax drove into Lily one last time, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he emptied his seed deep into her womb. Lily's own climax ripped through her, a silent, screaming convulsion that left her trembling and weak against the floor.

He pulled out, his spent cock slick with the proof of two lost virginities. He slumped back, breathing heavily in the dusty darkness.

The two sisters were panting, sweaty, and utterly ruined—Rose on the floor, her dress soaked with sweat, and Lily still bent over, her bare bottom exposed, her body twitching with the aftershocks.

Jax finally crawled out from under the table, his clothes disheveled, his body gleaming with sweat. A triumphant, shit-eating grin was plastered on his face. He looked at the two sisters, sprawled and dazed, their bodies glistening with the evidence of their "salvation."

He tucked his spent cock back into his pants, giving it a satisfied pat. He winked at the broken girls.

"Praise the gods."

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