THE SEX REBEL OF JESUSLAND, chapter 124

124. SCARLET’S BEHIND

There was a clap of thunder, and the whole place was cast in darkness. Then another roar of thunder, and great big bolts of lightning flashed overhead, above them, in an incredible display of reverberating bursts. A spotlight found Jeremiah. He was not on the stage anymore, but high above them, in the thunder and lightning.

“Behold the power of God! The voice of God in his thunder! The presence of God in his thunderbolts!”

Scarlet’s dress was very widely cut so Adam could lift up the back while the front and the sides still fell all the way down. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. He could smell her sex, a wet female smell piercing the smell of blood everywhere. She put his member against the opening of her behind. The lights came up again, and Jeremiah was magically back on the stage. Adam wondered how Jeremiah had changed position so fast. Maybe his overhead image had been a hologram instead of the real Jeremiah.
Adam looked out at the bloody crowd. He looked back at the stage. Jeremiah was covered in blood. Adam felt Scarlet guide his organ into her.

SODOMY CAUSES TERRORISM.

He had always thought of himself as a sexual outlaw, but he had never done this before. Scarlet was more of a sexual outlaw than he was. He felt he was being initiated again, this time into the real brotherhood of sexual outlaws, into a region of total sexual freedom, the opposite of his initiation as a Blessed.

They watched Jeremiah bleeding profusely in front of them. He was shouting at the top of his voice, his face strained:

“Show your blood! The blood of the lamb! Show your blood to Christ! We are sinners, but do we not bleed? Do we not suffer? Show your blood, sinners, show your blood and repent. I repent! I repent! Repent in blood! These are the last days!”

Once he was in her, Scarlet clamped down on him, and Adam felt his hardness met by an equal hardness.

“Show your blood! Reveal your repentance!”

Total sexual freedom. To Adam it seemed entirely natural, here where he stood surrounded by all these suffering, repentant and bleeding Beloveds, to -- in place of a finger-scourge -- use his Holy Organ, marked with the sign of the cross, to penetrate this willing female Beloved in front of him. It was his privilege as a Blessed, and now also his right as a total sexual outlaw. Being a Blessed and being an outlaw were two sides of the same privileged coin.

“Blood! Show your blood! Let your blood flow for Christ to see! He sees your blood and your suffering, and he accepts it with his divine love. Win his divine love with your blood!”

Every time Adam thrust in, Scarlet rewarded him with a squeeze, until they had a rhythm going in sync with the rhythm of Jeremiah’s words.

“Show your blood to the Lord above! Sacrifice your flesh to the spirit of God! Punish yourself for His forgiveness! Let your body bleed in His eyes! Fill His eyes with your blood! Give your blood to the lamb! Give your blood to the lamb!”

In, squeeze, relax, out. In, squeeze, relax, out.

“The blood of the lamb! We are the blood of the lamb!”

The smell of blood thick in the air. As thick and pungent as the smell of Scarlet’s sex in his nose. Blood and sex. Life and death. Scarlet was the Beloved vessel of his privilege, the receiver of his Blessed seed, the lamb to whom he was giving something more precious than blood, in the total freedom of a sexual outlaw.