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.

I was so out of my depth.

Judah squeezed my shoulders, obviously seeing the worry in my expression. “This is the most glorious of times, Cain. Do not fear it. This is the year you ascend to your rightful place amongst our people. The year you are introduced to the Chosen as our prophet, our Lord’s servant on Earth… our redeemer and savior. This is the moment we have prepared for our entire lives. You are meant to be here.”

Judah stopped us and turned me to face him when all I gave him was silence. He completely believed in our mission, but I just could not get up to speed. He should be leading, not I.

“I am your right-hand man. I am with you every step of the way in both guidance and support. You are my twin; our bond is more than merely brotherly or one of blood. We were one in our mother’s womb, split into two by the Lord who prophesied our future glory as his messengers. We shall rule and prevail together. I will do whatever you command. I serve to please you, to help you share the burden of your quest as the twelve disciples did with Jesus Christ.”

Judah was like a balm to me. Always present to calm me down and remind me of why we were here. But having spent years with The Hangmen, and then loving Mae so fiercely, I often felt that his efforts were a lost cause.

I nodded and cupped his bearded cheeks, trying to reassure him I was fine, even if I felt anything but. “You are indeed correct, Judah. This is our destiny. I will not let you or our people down. I am ready to do the Lord’s bidding, and I know you will be there for me in both the good and the challenging times.”

Judah clapped his hands together and grinned wide while I released a slow exhale. “Bless you, Cain. Bless you.” With a friendly slap on my back, we began walking at a leisurely pace, turning left to follow the cobblestoned gray path that transformed into a graveled trail through the acres and acres of green land.

Judah gestured to the commune. “So what do you think of New Zion?” Judah’s face appeared nervous as he waited for my answer. He so desperately sought my approval, believed completely that I was his prophet.

In the two weeks following the Hangmen’s deadly raid on The Order’s previous commune—while I’d been fleeing to The Pasture, my childhood home in Utah—Judah had been working round the clock with a newly formed elder council to find us a new land to call our own. A new land to house our people, to unite our followers, and a new land to protect God’s chosen people from the evil lurking outside our gates… the evil men who murdered our sacred prophet and massacred our brave and holy men who fought back against their unwanted invasion—The Hangmen, the motorcycle club that I’d had to live with under a new identity on request of Prophet David. Judah and the council constantly reminded me that they were heathens and sinners, and they wanted me to vow to take them all down for the pain and destruction they had bestowed on my people.