Obsessed Cultist Offers you to the Old Gods - All Parts

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There is a secret which even torture cannot extract, and whether or not you know it, I may never know, and you may never know, if it is I who holds the answer instead. The answer to what I asked myself for many years, and for what you asked me when I told you about this plan. This dark desire, this, this calling, the answer to what happens if we are successful here tonight, but if we cannot be told this answer, then we must bear witness to it instead.

You tell me you are willing, you told me this from the beginning, back when you knew me as only a library bookworm, back when I first opened my mouth to you. You said it again, and again, and again, and again, and each step I brought you further down this path. But now as you awake, oh pristine beauty, I see your fear.

You struggle against the ropes that bind you, your eyes are wide, your mouth moving to scream. Do you regret this? Or do you go back on your word, speak, and speak true? You know it will not work if you are anything short of completely willing.

It will fail each step of the way, and in the end, nothing will happen, not without your commitment, your true longing. So tell me, do you still wish for this? Tell me, tell me truthfully, do not lie and put my efforts to waste.

If you so much as hesitate, then I cut you free, I let you go at your word. You know that, don't you? You have trusted me with everything so far, I do not lie, I simply wish to know.

So tell me, what lies in your heart? Are you sure? If you are not the right one for this, I will find another, I must.

Your conviction returns, I suppose, I am convinced. Will I know if it worked? Of course, I must.

I, I believe so, we do not know what awaits us, but I have been told that something, at least, does. You see, mankind, nor beast, are not absolutely alone among the conscious things of the earth. There are shapes that come out of the dark to visit their faithful few.

These shapes are not who I call out to tonight, but they have told me, told me of them, of him, of the worlds and legends, of the dreams, in his house at R'yeh. It was these dreams, of course, that made me bind you so. You know this, it showed me to lay you on the rock, your skin completely exposed to the elements, your limbs all spread in welcome of what is to come, whatever that may be.

You can feel it, can't you? The beginning. Each day, we but scrape the surface of destiny, but they have spoken to me, the dreams they have shown me, and today, I will take you and plunge headfirst into the depths of what is to come, under the sky and beside the waves, the two depths of unimaginable of unimaginable dreams.

We must expose our own two depths to stir him awake. The two primordial forces of the cosmos met with the two primeval sensations of the human. Pain and pleasure.

For just as he came from the sky and now rests in the sea, the call to awaken him must first be sought in one passion and then the other. It is why I know tonight is the time. The dreams told me so.

Once the clouds clear, the sensations will change them, and in the clarity of the sky and the stars that guide us, we see the gate opening and bear witness to his rise as reflected within you. So too shall the feelings build and swear revealing the ultimate paragon of human. You told me you would embrace it, willingly, joyfully even.

Do you now? Good. Then feel the rain, the cold daggers that fall from the sky, the torrential blanket of this storm.

It batters at your body. Your flesh is already betraying its grasp. This gray spectacle all around us, so often called a flush of life that saps your energy, does it not?

But you are strong. I see it in your eyes. Still, I remember your words, the deviant excitement in your eyes when I first described the steps to you.

Your response, it steeled my conviction. Surely now is the time, for there is no better offering. Than you.

Do you remember when you told me that green that you love? A bit of pain. You even had your own ideas of what to bring to flush the surface of your skin, to drive it hot from the impacts, but to ensure I do not break the surface.

You were right, of course. My mind went to the whip, but that is far too dangerous. So instead, here I have brought what you named.

A smooth wood the size of the paddle. I can see the excitement in you just from the knowing of what is to come. Good.

I feel the same within. Now tell me, precious catalyst. Are you ready? Then I will begin.

First, I must start at your heart, to begin spreading the sensation from your true core. Your breasts bare, cold, wet. I will warm them with the strikes, and work my way down, until your legs, your thighs, and inside them, between them.

What a second. Sensation will give rise. So now, I begin.

Good. You cry out, yes! Do not hold anything in.

Now is the time for raw, pure emotions. Do you wish for more? Yes.

Yes. Good. Then indulge me.

For tonight is of the cult. You know of whom I speak. When we chase together, ah, they worship.

I can feel the heat. So it is said. Radiating off your tits.

The great old ones. Who lived ages before there were any men. Ah, sensitive.

You came to the young world. Tender to the touch. Out of the sky.

Ah, what singed. Those old ones are gone now. From the strikes.

Inside the earth. Against the rain. And under the sea.

Go and subdue the heat. Chase that heat. What their dead bodies have told their secrets.

And I will battle long your body as we continue. Who formed a cult. Which has never died.

Ah, your stomach. Sexy. Alluring in the dark night.

Your arms. Your precious face. But I'm not, I'm not with this.

No. No, I think it is time for your legs. Forced apart by the rope.

You're already dripping. From his dark house. Good.

Let that cunt drip from me. Feel the throb. Let it ache.

His sway. Burn from me. Give in to that desperate fucking heat.

Someday he would call. When the stars were ready. And the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him.

The rain stopped. The sky opened clear just for us. The stars.

Waiting. Sea. Still.

You feel it, don't you? It's working, isn't it? That hoarse, deep fucking need.

Your warm, wet, slutty little fuck all you need to be ravaged, don't you? To be used. Me, my friend.

I feel no different. Only exhilarated. We are so close to the answer now.

My eyes. Only darkness. Do you say these words because you wish me to stop? No.

Then do not fear me. This is what I want. This is what I need.

In his house. It's what you need too, isn't it? I can hear them now.

Clearly. The waves. The whispers.

And I can smell your cunt. Leaking. Dripping.

Soaked with your primitive lust all the way from up here. Whimpering. Whining.

Begging. If you are really so eager then let me feast on your fervor. The way your pussy smells when it's wet with excitement.

How could I not want to taste it? Any man would be lying or insane if he said he didn't feel the same. It beckons to me like some animalistic call.

But it should, shouldn't it? Some primal desire to cause both deeper into the feeling. To lure us.

Entice us. Further into this ritual. To delight in devious desires.

Though with each lick of my tongue along this gorgeous breathing mound of yours I would choose to embrace it further. And sink deeper into the ritual. But each lick has us both so conflicted, doesn't it? I can see it in your eyes.

On your face. I feel so good. Just as you taste good.

And your actions make me want it all the more. You don't want me to stop. But you want more.

Only my tongue could rim around your cunt. Why fuck you senseless with my cock? I wish I could.

I would if I could. To touch each inch of your body with each inch of mine. Make you scream out in absolute pleasure.

But hungry as I may be, my tongue cannot throb the way my cock is right now. So I'll give myself one last taste of you. Take you in deeply before I abuse your whole.

To the point that you ache tomorrow. Each sting giving you the smile of a real slut who can only think about wanting it again. You cunt.

Only a deep, little, pretty fuckhole. This tight slit is all I can think about though. Can't you tell? Can't you see how hard my cock is throbbing? Just the thought of sheathing it inside of you.

Burying myself up to the balls in your perfect little cock sleeve. You seem frantic too. Desperate.

Grinding brows knit together, biting your lip. If I could thrust in. Will you rock your hips so the head moves inside of you? Will you rock it back and forth and drive yourself insane? Will you join me and sink deeper into the feeling? To need nothing in the moment but to have our bodies used.

To desperately seek after the pleasure. You're such a good fucking girl. The perfect offering.

It's so warm. I almost want to keep it there without pulling it out. But you don't want that, do you? Not with the way you're bucking onto me.