[Brat Correction, Mating Press, Second Person Perspective]

Every man had his limits. And yours had been reached a long time ago. Yet you still tried your very best to keep to the doctrine you had been taught.

The Gilded Order. A cult in every understanding. Yet they were the one that told you that you could reach salvation. Your sins could be forgiven. You could reach paradise, as long as you kept the prayers in your heart. And as long as you made sure to donate as much as you could.

They robbed you blind. Yet you did not say anything to stop them. Because you believed that it would all be right in the end. You believed in the cause. And what did you attain in the end?

Nothing. You were left with nothing but that faith. Faith that was mocked by your peers. Faith that was mocked in secret by the Order. They thought that they could keep on manipulating you, because of how devoted you were...

Were, being the operative word. Your eyes were open now. And you were going to have a talk with the head of the Order. That girl that had sold you on this thing from the very beginning...

When the weekly prayer began in the Gilded Order's temples, you did not join. None tried to stop you either, as you walked down the aisle. Down towards the room in the back, where the head was waiting. She was always there. Always counting the offerings that had been sent to her. The sight of her was what had shaken your faith to start, and the words...

The words of pure disdain that she had for you and your fellow followers was the last straw. More than the revenge that you wished to pull on the order as a whole, she needed to be taught a lesson. A lesson she would never forget...

You slammed open the thick wooden doors that led into her chamber. Silencing the congregation gathered in the temple. But it did not matter. Their prayers would return to normal, no matter what you did. You were too aware of that, considering what you had seen when one of the bishops of the Order ended up disappearing...

"Mmmmmm? And what do we have here? You're one of my Followers, aren't you? You're looking awfully pale, did you get bitten by a vampire or something, Mister?"

The cheeky brat that sat on that desk, surrounded by piles upon piles of golden coins, was the head of the Gilded Order herself. The one known as Mammon. A name that made you tremble to this day, due to how much the teachings had been implanted within you. Even now, you felt a certain kind of devotion towards her, despite what you had set out to do.

You silently stepped forward, eyes firmly locked on the head herself. Examining her. Feeling your anger boiling through you the more you took in the full scope of her appearance. Something you had only caught glimpses of before, when she had addressed you and your fellow followers...

Mammon hardly looked like the kind of girl that would head a cult like the Gilded Order. For one, she didn't even wear anything that looked vaguely religious. She wore a fur-collared jacket that hung down by her elbows, a low-cut tied top that showed off a bit too much of her delicious flat chest, a pair of shorts that were so tight and short that her side-tied thong was pinned against her sides, a bunch of jewelry that had no doubt been fashioned from the offerings she had received, as well as a fashionable set of shoes and leg warmers that made her look way more like she was a victim of expensive fashion, rather than a leader...

Yet it was in the finer details that her true strength shined forth. Whether it was that ominous symbol printed near her crotch. Whether it was the bands that clung to her limbs that seemed to radiate with a certain kind of power, especially the one on her right arm that was studded with several expensive looking gems. Whether it was her golden hair that stretched out into a pair of twintails that reached all the way down to the floor. Even her eyeshadow around her deeply enthralling eyes had an aura of power to them. Just staring at those alluring eyes was almost making you lose yourself again, but you had to stay strong.

"Mmm? Not a talkative type? Well, you paid your dues, so you're probably all focused on being a good little Follower." Mammon cheekily giggled as she lifted one leg onto the desk, keeping her ring-adorned hands wrapped around her knee. "Let's see here... How much have you been paying to be in my little Order? Enough?" She mused, as she snapped her fingers...

Causing the golden choker around your neck to start trembling in response. This was the one thing that you had been given by the Order. The one thing they actually deemed appropriate for you to own. It was also a way for Mammon to control you, and keep track of your devotion. It could be used to kill you too, given what you had caught glimpses of. But you held strong, even as you could feel it penetrating into you. Penetrating and probing at your literal desire...

Mammon blinked a little as she watched you come closer, despite the way your choker trembled and tightened. "You... You're flat broke at this point, aren't you? Hmph, guess you couldn't keep up. No matter, your devotion will be plenty. But I expect that you have more cash for me next week, otherwise-"

You didn't let her finish. You grabbed ahold of Mammon's arms and slammed her against that desk, making sure that she couldn't move. Sure, she could flail her legs around, but you were too determined to be deterred by some simple kicking. Anything she could do now would falter, when faced with what you desired...

"What do you think you're doing, Follower?" Mammon raised her voice as she glared into your eyes. A chill ran down your spine as you felt the choker around your neck tighten even further. "You know better than to try anything against me. Don't you know that I can make that head of yours go POP?" She chimed, remaining smug in the face of being pinned like this.

That smug aura on her face quickly faded once she heard a pop of her own. The pop of her shorts being forced down. Not by your hands, but rather by what you could no longer contain...

She barely had the chance to see your cock slide out from your robes, before it forced its way into her tight, tiny pussy. She was so tight that it almost felt like she had never been through this before. Yet at the same time, you could definitely feel the subtle ways it tried to grasp onto your rod. Not that you were going to let this kind of pleasure deter you...

"W-What are you doing?!" Suddenly, the smug nature on the girl's face had faded. Giving way to a few tears as she tried to wrestle herself free. Yet at the same time, her legs were wrapping around your neck. As if her body and her mind were not in agreement. Her bratty mind thought that she could make you stop by shaking around, but was only able to do something with her arms. Her legs were leaning into the pleasure she felt from being filled by your thick rod...

Not that you let her. You removed your hands from her arms, and grabbed ahold of her thighs. Bending her legs forward and pressing them up against the desk, as you continued to press onward. Thrusting forward, over and over as long as your hips would allow it.

The Mating Press. It seemed like it was something that the girl was completely and utterly unprepared for. Something that left Mammon moaning out, filling her chambers... Filling the temples themselves with the cries of pleasure that came with being degraded in such a fashion. Right now, she looked even less like the leader she was meant to be.

Right now, she looked like a girl that was made to be bred. Something that you certainly leaned into as you kept on thrusting forward. Letting the tip of your cock kiss the barrier to her womb every time you thrust inside. Not letting up for a single moment, as your emotions fueled your onslaught.

Your emotions, and the delight that came with seeing her expression shift more and more. At first, she simply panicked. Trying to break free from you and get away from this devious Follower that thought he could manhandle her.

But by the time that you started really pushing into her, by the time you had gotten into a rhythm while performing the mating press, you could see hearts forming in her eyes. Hearts that beat to the rhythm of your thrusts...

Not that you saw those eyes for long, before they began to roll into the back of her head. For how powerful she was, for all the devotion that the Gilded Order had for her, fueling her egomania even more than a simple power trip could... She was still just a girl. And one that could be broken by putting her through the paces.

She moaned and screamed. Her pussy tightening around your rod as you kept on hammering away at her sensitive hole. She wanted you to fire into her. She wanted you to blanket her hole with your red-hot seed. And you would, though not because you wished to please her.

You wished to sow your seed within her. As a mark against her. As a mark of defiance against the Gilded Order that had tricked you so badly...

A proud roar left your lips as you hilted into her, bottoming out inside her as your crotch practically kissed those lower lips of hers. All while you could feel a tight ring opening around the tip of your rod...

Right before the gushing white flooded forward from your cock, pouring around inside of that tight hole. Filling the womb of life that the girl probably never intended to use. All while the exhaustion from the act started to pour across you. All while you felt your strength rapidly leaving you. Ejaculating like this left you utterly vulnerable. If she wanted, and if she was able to recover before you... She could tear you to pieces. Or make your head go POP, just as she said she would.

But instead, she simply raised her head. Panting and gasping as hearts remained within her eyes, especially as she gazed upon you. Pouting a little once she had caught her breath, as you felt the choker...

Loosen? She...

"Hmph. I look forward to more of that, Darling." Mammon said, her bratty tone powering through as she crossed her arms. She... She had no intention of harming you? Despite what you had done to her?

You looked bewildered, before something seemed to flip inside your body. All while a symbol started to take shape on your chest. A symbol not unlike the one right above Mammon's tight cunt...

Noticing your confusion, Mammon couldn't help but giggle. "You beat me, Darling. So you better make sure you can keep beating me with that rugged cock of yours. And if you really want to push your luck, there's a couple of girls just like me. I'm sure their cults would love to see them speared on your cock too, if you want to go that far." Her greedy disposition was still on display, just guided towards the cock that had broken her in...

You listened.

And you began thrusting again, grabbing hold of her twintails this time to add a bit of leverage. The idea was tempting. Becoming a Sinbreaker, just like those spoken of in hushed tones.

But for now, this bratty 'Darling' of yours still needed correcting...!