You see the Temple Matron staring intensely at you. Now you will take the rite of initiation to be an ordained cleric of Mallach, the Cum Jabber. You have studied for years, prepared for months, steeled yourself for weeks. You have been ritually cleansed. You have never felt so unprepared in your life.
"Caitriss Zethra," the Temple Matron hisses, "life your chest up to me." You quickly arch your back. "Mallach commands us to be one with passion, yet not to be ruled by them as the beasts. So, which are you? Priestess or Animal?" The Temple Matron deftly puts your exposed nipples into clamps, an unnatural itchy heat suffuses your body.
"To become a priestess, one must resist the Cum Jabber," one of the swarthier priests, already disrobed, sidles up to you with a smirk. He quickly lays down on the floor with his huge erect dick pointed directly at your coochie. Your knees bend and buckle as you desperately try to keep yourself upright.
"Caitriss! One must resist the huge dick, the incessant urge to breed. For if you fail to resist the Cum Jabber then you will be made into breeding stock suited only to be fucked forever."
Your eyes desperately look at the magnificent cock as you wrench your head away. Your lapse in attention, however, led the Temple Matron to attach a cheeky clitoral clamp. Now your body was burning from both ends. It's just not fair you pitifully whine.
"So, which will it be, Caitriss or Fuckpet?"
Your skin was on fire as your pussy ached to be filled. Your juices threaten to slip you directly on that delicious dick on your already weakened stance. The strength left your legs as your wobbling knees edged downward. Resist. Resist. You have to resist.
Your pussy just touched the tip-
POMF
You stare at Cait who just socked you with a pillow, her face was beet red.
"That is not remotely what the ordination ceremony for the Mallach priesthood is like." Her hand started to suspiciously snake downward, "Although, now that I'm a Temple Matron myself, perha-"
POMF
Salwah quickly smacked Cait with her own pillow, apparently having made the trip from the Temple all the way to Garth's in the middle of the night.
"Caitriss Zethra," the Temple Matron hisses, "life your chest up to me." You quickly arch your back. "Mallach commands us to be one with passion, yet not to be ruled by them as the beasts. So, which are you? Priestess or Animal?" The Temple Matron deftly puts your exposed nipples into clamps, an unnatural itchy heat suffuses your body.
"To become a priestess, one must resist the Cum Jabber," one of the swarthier priests, already disrobed, sidles up to you with a smirk. He quickly lays down on the floor with his huge erect dick pointed directly at your coochie. Your knees bend and buckle as you desperately try to keep yourself upright.
"Caitriss! One must resist the huge dick, the incessant urge to breed. For if you fail to resist the Cum Jabber then you will be made into breeding stock suited only to be fucked forever."
Your eyes desperately look at the magnificent cock as you wrench your head away. Your lapse in attention, however, led the Temple Matron to attach a cheeky clitoral clamp. Now your body was burning from both ends. It's just not fair you pitifully whine.
"So, which will it be, Caitriss or Fuckpet?"
Your skin was on fire as your pussy ached to be filled. Your juices threaten to slip you directly on that delicious dick on your already weakened stance. The strength left your legs as your wobbling knees edged downward. Resist. Resist. You have to resist.
Your pussy just touched the tip-
POMF
You stare at Cait who just socked you with a pillow, her face was beet red.
"That is not remotely what the ordination ceremony for the Mallach priesthood is like." Her hand started to suspiciously snake downward, "Although, now that I'm a Temple Matron myself, perha-"
POMF
Salwah quickly smacked Cait with her own pillow, apparently having made the trip from the Temple all the way to Garth's in the middle of the night.