Author: marcus79a

The wind blows gently across the trees void of leaves, the moon at its full radiance casting an eerie shadow.
The silence of the night,dark yet serene just like the ones that lay in eternal slumber within earths bosom.The tombstones standing, laid across in perfect symmetry, the only mark of the ones laying below in their eternal slumber.
The communion walks through, their robes caressing those hallowed grounds as their cloaks cover their face in darkness, like the ones sleeping below. They form a perfect circle, holding hands as she walks in cloaked in white, the silk shining radiantly as the moon lays it’s eyes on her robe. Nervous,excited, aroused. All emotions flowing through her as she stands surrounded in the middle.
The priestess walks towards her, as the chants begin, a gentle humming of words unknown and yet mystifying as the girl feels her bosoms tingle. The priestess walks closer, gently walking around the girl observing,chanting. Her eyes a deep blue as she looks at the girl , her scent telling the priestess she is ready, of age to be brought into the community, as she slowly traces her fingers over the girls lips and whispers” it’s time” .
The girl slowly begins to undress her robe, shedding the white , denoting her willingness to let go of the light to embrace the impending darkness. Her eyes look around, searching for her parents ,knowing they are there amongst the ones surrounding her and she feels a strange excitement almost dark yet captivating knowing they would be laying eyes on her grown nakedness. She lays down on the ground naked,the moons shadow caressing against her bosoms, displaying those perk erect nipples giving away her excitement.
The priestess now stands towering over the naked girl now laying beneath her as she slowly removes her robe, her form a perfect symmetry that makes the girl below gasp at the sensuality and that feeling of arousal watching the priestess naked form.
The priestess signals with her finger as a woman walks gently holding a chalice, the blood inside swaying gently. The blood drawn from the wombs of the women when it flows at that humanly cycle every month. She presents the chalice to the priestess who dips her finger in the blood bringing it to her lips, tasting and making sure it has come from fertile wombs. She takes the chalice from the woman and holds it above the naked girl laying below, moving it over her mound as she lowers it letting the blood stream and splash over her Virgin mound, anointing it.
The girl gaps feeling the hotness of the blood as the chants get louder sending her in a trance.Her fingers craving to reach below and caress the blood to enhance the sensation she is feeling as it flows over her mound. She watches as the priestess spreads her legs leaning down slowly lowering herself on her chest, her mound now burning with need as she feels the priestess wetness press against her bosoms, her nipples soaking in her nectar as she moans. The chants getting louder and louder as she sees the priest walk. His presence ,his form so daunting, ominous yet mesmerising. Watching him get closer and closer as his body disappears from her sight, blocked by the priestess straddling her chest. She sees his head go down, the excitement of the moment now making her nipples harden as they press against the wet clit of the priestess.
The priest leans down, kneeling between those naked legs and the mound coated in blood from the wombs, her belly glistening with sweat as it disappears into the perfect form of the priestess ass who is straddling the girl. He runs his hands over her naked legs, his own hardness now complete with arousal as he traces his hands over her thighs , holding them as he spreads them open. Getting between her legs, bringing his hardness which has already been coated with the nectar from the priestess close to the blood soaked mound.
The girl gasps as she feels his hands spread her legs, now feeling the heat of his throbbing hardness close to her already burning pussy, her clit pulsating as her hands crave to reach and hold the bosoms that sway over her head as the priestess moves in a gentle trance. Her own bosoms feeling the weight of the priestess on them the burning hotness from the priestess pussy making her nipples burn with urge, urge to be sucked to be touched to be pulled as she lets out a gasp. Feeling his hardness press against her as the chants get louder and louder as she feels him push, feeling herself opened up. His hardness massive stretching her as he pushes in gently but strong inside her. She feels her womb ache with need as the pain mixed in pleasure sends her eyes and mind in a dizzy wanting to be stretched and split open with need and raging lust.
He stops, feeling his hardness press inside against her hymen. The priestess senses his movement as the chants get louder and louder, the girl now completely lost in the moment,the pleasure coating her black silk pulling her deeper and deeper into it. He then pushes in, one single thrust ripping through her hymen as the girl lets out a scream as the pain shoots through her, as the priestess runs her hand in the girls hair and moves her hip up to plant her wetness on the girls mouth catching her scream in her cunt as she feels her orgasm flood inside the girls mouth.
The man hits the depths of the girls mound as his semen spurts inside her. The pain for the girl turning into instant bliss as she feels her scream scuffled by the taste of the priestess cunt on her mouth and the flood of nectar in her mouth, the cum spurting inside her sending her into orgasmic bliss as she thrashes hard in uncontrolled unbridled extacy wanting this moment to never end. Her own cunt flowing and oozing of her own Nectar soaking the hardness that’s deep in her. She moans, breathes into the priestess cunt and that intense feeling of belonging that flood through her knowing now she belongs to the communion and knowing her Consummation is now complete.

She walks gingerly wearing just a shirt,still feeling blissful from the night of passion. Her bosoms, and ass sore,a faint glowing red. The feel of leather that caressed them still fresh in her mind and body. Into the kitchen, her mind still refusing to leave that blissful state begins to think, scrambled eggs? Or pancakes?
Leaning against the table, she hears his steps behind.Her lips breaking into a smile,her eyes eager as a child’s darting towards him to look at him even though she spent the night curled up in his arms.The mind shutting down almost instantly, as it happens every time he is there,a natural reaction to the deep submission she feels for him.
He watches her,filling up with pride,that warm feeling that always has him wanting her held safe in her arms and that deep urge to kiss those marks she bore for him. His hands touches the bottle or Hershey’s syrup as he looks at it with blankness and yet a smile almost wicked spread across his face. Walking gently behind her, he kisses her neck to hear her purr leaning herself back against his shoulder, that unmistakable scent that unknowing to her makes him weak everytime he senses her near him.
His hands slowly reaching around her waist,holding her. His lips pressed against her neck, no words just the intimacy and the mind speaking a million things between them
describing to each other the beauty that pure unbridled intimacy is. His hands caressing over as he cups those bosoms in his hands, a gasp! The soreness still fresh as her body tenses not in fear or pain but anticipation
His fingers reach to her buttons slowly undoing them as she feels the cold morning air brush against her now exposed nakedness as she feel him slide the shirt over her shoulders, kissing every inch of her naked skin on her shoulder as it gets exposed, as the shirt falls down.
He releases her and yet she unable to move as she stands there her hands against the table even though her mind screams to turn around and and lose herself in the warmth of his arms.
He takes the bottle gently leaning it against the back of her neck, squeezing it as the sauce thick yet fluid caresses against her naked skin. Her eyes wide,curious asking a thousand questions. He squeezes more and steps back to watch that sweet syrup flow ever so slowly almost caressing her skin as he watches it trace down the nakedness of her back, inching ever so slowly lower and lower.
Her mind and body,as always with him stands still. The emotions of complete submission filling her mind again making her body feel the warmth against the cold morning air.. Feeling every inch of her back where it traces down her.
He watches it trace down, the view so perfect. Her naked sensual form the darkness of the sweet nectar flowing down her white naked back, the sight of her ass adorned by the marks of his ownership glistening in pale red. The syrup now reaching the bridge of her crack, her hands tensed unable to comprehend his move. Read more »