Sinful Man. Part 8

He sat back up and kneeled between her spread legs, resting his cock on the lips of her pussy.

"Please, God..." she cried.

"You think God will help you? You're wrong. Nobody can help you. Nobody can save you. I am going to take you now and nothing will stop me. Your God isn't here."

Guiding the head between the lips, he grabbed her waist and forced himself into her. Sophie cried out in physical and emotional agony, but not as loud as when he violated her with the cross. She could feel him inside her, his manhood barreling inside her untouched slit. He buried himself inside her up to the base, pulled out, and then slammed into her again.

With centuries of practice, he got into his well-used rhythm and began thrusting like a rodeo bull, slamming against the entrance to her womb with enough force to make her cry. He leaned over, supporting himself with arms.

Sophie refused to look at him, feeling his hot breath on her face. "Helena..." she begged, turning