“She is Pure.” Karen intoned, suppressing a giggle of her own.
“She is ready.” Added Tatiyana.
“Is She Willing to walk the Path? To leave behind her childhood, her girlish ways, to become a Woman in truth as in Flesh?” there was a long pause after this, until someone prodded Suzy. To be honest, as silly as it seemed to me, and obviously the others, the ritual seemed to be having some impact on Suzy, her eyes seemed faintly glazed.
“I Am.” She replied at last. I felt rather than saw Marie turn. I glanced in a mirror, trying to remain still, her face was stern behind the white veil she wore.
“Then you may approach the Alter.” She said evenly. Suzy, guided by a smiling Karen walked around the backside of the chairs and couches, past the crackling fire until she knelt across from me on the other side of the sheet covered coffee table. Marie stepped forward, holding the ‘chalice’ full of white wine, holding it forth.
“Drink then. Drink a libation to your purity, which you will sacrifice this day, on this alter.” Suzy took the cup, taking a deep gulp of the wine, then spilling another across the white cloth. Marie took the chalice, exchanging it for the one Tati handed her, this one full of red. “Drink, take your first womanly blood within you, the blood of your sisters, your mothers, your ancestors, consecrated for this day, so that when you spill your blood you do not do so alone.” Suzy drank the entire goblet down, gasping from the effort when she handed the cup back, her lips wet with the wine. As I watched her chest rise and fall I felt a warmth that had little to do with lust and a lot to do with wanting to take care of her. I wanted her to enjoy this, wanted her to be happy, to not ruin this. I know, at this late hour such a sentiment was superfluous, but there you have it.
Marie continued on as Karen and Tati reclined on seats opposite each other, flanking the ‘altar’, legs spread slightly so that their sex was exposed.
“Rise, no longer a Supplicant, not yet a Mistress of the Path. Rise and uncover your lord and master, kneel in worship before the God of Men, who alone has the power to unlock the woman within you.” Suzy rose, slightly unsteady from the wine, from the near trance Marie’s monotone seemed to have created within her. She stepped over the altar, not around, crossing a threshold and knelt before me, between my knees. I tried to suppress a twitch, but I could see muscles jumping in my chest in the mirror as I looked on impassively. Suzy reached forward, taking the flimsy loincloth from me, and Marie took it from her. My cock stared up at the girl, as close as she’d ever been to it, the head angry purple above gleaming steel, my balls heavy and swollen, laden with promise above another steel ring.
“See Him Crowned before you, awaiting your worship. You must awaken the God of Men, must seek his approval before he may shower his blessing upon you.”
Her hands had rested upon my knees as Marie spoke. Prodded into action by the ritual words she leaned forward, slowly and certainly, her hands gliding along my legs, brushing the hairs backwards, sending shivers up my body as she got closer to the prize. I could feel her hot breath against my skin.
I happened to glance aside, out the window, noticing a few people loitering outside, pointing at the naked people, wondering what was going on. They could hear us clearly I was certain, as the window was open, but they remained politely silent, though a few camera phones were held up. I noticed Tatiyana’s contented smile before I managed to wrench my attention back to the girl before me.
She was frozen, inches from my throbbing cock, her eyes seemingly glued to the ‘crown’ around the head. I caught her eye, just a tiny little movement. I smiled encouragingly and whispered.
“Do it.” Quiet enough that I wasn’t sure even she heard me, close as she was.
Her coral tongue darted out, however, curling to flick up a droplet of clear thick fluid from the slit, tasting me, tasting my ‘sacred essence’. Another flick, another tasted, and another, until her hands awkwardly gripped my burning iron, mauling it slightly, but endearingly. I shuddered when her lips closed about my head, suckling gently, her teeth scrapping against the sensitive ridge. Despite her lack of skill, and slow in coming enthusiasm, I have to say it was the hottest blowjob I had ever received. I heard faint cheers from our audience as her head bobbed gently in my lap. I couldn’t remain a statue, I gripped her hair with my hands, pulling her gently but firmly onto my cock.
“You have awakened the God of Men.” Marie intoned, pulling her off of me, slapping my hands free with tiny, subtle moves. I growled at her, but without force or real anger. Suzy’s dazed look seemed even more entrenched now, her mouth gasping and open, like she could barely register that she didn’t have a cock to suck anymore.
I remembered my part of this… what little I had been told before hand. This was my moment. I stood, towering over her, ringed cock swaying heavily, dripping spit and precum over her.
“You seek to become Woman?” I growled loudly.
“I do.” She replied.
“Are you prepared for the sacrifice, the Sacrament?” I returned, unsure which it was supposed to be.
“I… Am.” Came the firm response… without doubt now. I straddled the ‘altar’, turning so that I faced the window, the sun and other witnesses.
“Come then, Maiden, Sacrifice on this Altar so that all may see and know that the girl is no more.” I managed. She nodded silently, standing above me, feet spread on the wide table, facing away and lowering herself. When the tip of my cock touched her sex she paused, frozen, at the very final threshold, my hand on her hip causing her to drop suddenly like I’d placed a fifty-pound weight on her lap. She gasped, crying out loudly as I pierced her, my thick cock tearing through wet but unprepared tissue.
Marie took one knee in hand, spreading her legs wider. Karen, with her back to the window, rose and took the other knee, spreading the girl’s legs wide, causing her to sink even lower on my shaft, I could feel my head crushed between the unyielding cervix and the steel ring. Karen wiped her middle finger along the last bit of skin along my cock, holding up a red stained tip, showing it around the room and out the window before wiping it on the sheet between my legs.
Suzy’s eyes were closed, I could see in a mirror she was biting her lip as she got used to me inside her for the first time, her legs being spread by the two ‘priestesses’, nude but for their waist cinches and veils, shook at the tension. I felt Marie’s nails scrape down my spine as she leaned close to whisper in my ear.
“She’s all yours. Be her God for today…” when she leaned back with a tiny nod to Karen, they released her. I’d been holding her upper body steady, now I wrapped my arms through her armpits, pulling her up and letting her slide back down, pulled by gravity. The Ring slipped slightly, ever so slightly along my shaft, I could only wonder how it felt to her as it slid through her as I slowly fucked her, bottoming out on each thrust.
When I could feel the trickle of her juices, and our mingling sweat, flowing over my balls to soak into the sheet I picked up the pace, changing my grip, one arm around her ribs, the other hooked under one knee. I flexed my knees, standing, taking her with me, impaling her with my spear, fucking her just by moving. She cried out, breasts bouncing against my arm until I grabbed one with my hand, bringing her trapped knee up to grab the other one, her free leg dangling as I fucked her. I took a moment to get her other knee into the crook of my elbow, now holding her up by the legs, one hand gently mauling each of her beautiful breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I slammed into her, liquid splashing out of her.
I moved again, bringing her knees together, turning her slightly sideways as she reclined against my chest, legs held up by my grip on her ankles as I folded her practically in half.
I felt the pressure building, the pleasure of her exquisitely tight cunt around my shaft, gripping it like a fist. But I couldn’t come this way, too much effort, too much work. I was still sore from earlier, but I held out, wanting to draw out the fuck as long a I could manage, wanted to wring every erg of pleasure from her body, leaving her limp and used up.
Still, the crowd had seen her flower more than enough, I struggled to spin her around, something a little less strenuous for me, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms clutching my neck as she screamed her pleasure into my neck. Of course, I thought, from this angle her clit scrapped along my belly and she could hit the lower ring around my shaft when she bottomed out. She flexed her legs, ridding me now, I just held her up, counting on my legs and back to hold out for a while longer, I pulled one of those teats up to my face, suckling on her sensitive nipple, large and full. When she mewled a protest that it was growing too sensitive, I switched to the other one, enjoying their marshmallowy softness in my hands, against my face.
When I began to shake, when her legs grew to weak to grip me, to fuck me properly, I lowered her to the altar, lowered myself so we remained joined at the hip, rolling her over into doggy style, facing away from the crowd this time. It gave them a great view of the action but if they didn’t like my ass they would move on, I refused to care.
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