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A sweet, floral fragrance hits you as you enter the kitchen. It's hard to pin down what the exact scent is, but there is no denying how alluring it is. It's almost enough to distract you from the silvery haze engulfing the room.
“He is here!” a loud, cheerful voice proclaims.
Focusing your eyes, you make out a lone figure. Dressed in fine blues and white is a woman on the mature side of things. Her big breasts are covered, and in general she shows little flesh. Bold, blue eyes stand out as she stares at you, sweet smile on her lips. Her hair reminds you of a certain legendary dragon, long, jagged and silver.
Raising her hand, you notice the token she holds. Small and silver, it looks like the very dragon you compared her too. A long chain turns into a flowing strip of teal cloth, hanging harmlessly from the bottom.
“With you here, our maiden can blossom into a true priestess,” she explains.
Naturally, you're confused.
“Come again?” you ask, not caring how silly you might sound.
She closes her eyes, twirling slightly as she looks towards a certain point covered by the thickest of the haze. Sure enough, it disperses after a few hand movements.
Bent over your kitchen table is another woman, who might as well be the former's doppelgänger. A similar height and build, the only real difference is her hair being far more traditional, long and reaching her lower back without signs of the other's jaggedness.
Oh, and she's naked.
Perhaps her breasts are a tad smaller, not that you care. Lust stirs within at the sight of them pushed against the table. Her silver bracelets are little more than tools to tie her in place, and you quickly look to that special place between her legs. Tender, pink folds practically beckon you, hints of silver hair just about visible.
“So, honoured one,” the first woman begins, suddenly so very close. “Will you fulfil the holy rite? Rid this maiden of her purity so she may ascend to the rank of priestess?”
The way she says it sounds so vulgar, it almost spoils the mood. “Does your maiden want this?” you find yourself asking, even as your co*ck aches for the bliss of her folds.
A hum of amusem*nt is your answer, the woman raising her hand as she approaches the bound maiden. “Do you wish to ascend, girl?” she asks, much harsher than when she spoke to you.
Before a response can be made, the woman's hand comes crashing down, filling the air with the thunderous crack of a smack. The bound maiden's cheeks jiggle as she squeals in delight, the table beneath her all that keeps her upright.
“Ascend me, Priestess. Please!” she cries, hints of a moan lacing each and every word.
Well, that settles it.
Not another word is needed as you free your co*ck, getting behind the maiden before even the priestess can fully move. She tenses as you tease her slit with the very tip, relishing her heat as you coax out her juices. What you wouldn't give to tease her all day, but your own desires have been kept in check for more than long enough!
A mighty thrust sees you inside her, splitting her walls apart with ease. Her tight, needy c*nt is nothing for your co*ck, reaching her depths in a matter of seconds. She moans and whines, deep, hard breaths filling the air as you take rough hold of her hips.
“f*ck me!” she cries, doing her best to move. Alas, the restraints prove invaluable in that regard. “Every impurity must be cleansed!”
Even such an odd choice of words sound divine when coming from such a needy whor*, and you're intent on doing exactly as she asks. Not a hint of mercy can be found as you roughly pull back, her tight grip on you practically begging you to stay. The request is granted as you slam into her depth, the only thing keeping her from jolting forward being her restraints.
Simply put, you lose yourself in the heat of passion. Hard, rough thrusts come and go without pause, the constant whines and moans music to your ears. “Harder.” “Faster.” “Purify me!” Are just a few of her choice words of encouragement, nowhere near as sweet as her primal calls of lust, but spurring you on all the same.
A careful set of hands find themselves on your shoulders, the priestess suddenly pressing against you. Still clothed, you find her crotch pressing against your rear no less arousing, gentle breaths tickle your neck as she moves in time with you. Whispers in a foreign tongue fill the air as you pound away, the teal cloth from before hanging over your shoulder, the very base jabbing at the maiden's buttocks.
In a less lust-addled state, you might have wondered why. Your impending end takes precedence, a strained grunt leaving your throat as you fill the willing maiden for a final time.
Your fingers dig deep into her flesh, co*ck twitching in her depths as you succumb to pleasure. Load after potent load pump straight into her womb, the whispered chanting growing louder and louder, as if in time with each mighty load. A cloudy haze descends upon your mind, one that comes with total bliss. Every drop of seed drains from your balls straight into her, and you hold yourself in place as you relish her heat.
“Congratulations, you are a maiden no longer,” the priestess explains, her warmth missed as she pulls herself off you.
“Already?” the maiden asks, just able to move her head and spy the priestess, the pair sharing smiles.
“First and last taste, I'm afraid.” Most affectionately, she pinches her cheek, earning a wince.
You get the feeling you're no longer needed, pulling out of her with little fanfare. Sticky seed and hints of crimson stain the tip of your co*ck, a healthy amount of the prior leaking from her ravaged snatch. If only you could admire it for longer, the pair fading before your very eyes. They take the odd haze with them, leaving you alone and sticky in your kitchen.
Probably best you don't linger on the pair for long, they clearly didn't see you as more than a means to an end...
