Obsessed Cultist Offers you to the Old Gods - Part 2

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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, where the second sensation will give rise. So now, I begin.

Finglui, mnglua nfa, ktulu rye, uga ngal, fhtagn. Good. You cry out, yes! Do not hold anything in.

Now is the time for raw, pure emotions. You wish for more. Yes.

Yes! Good. Then indulge me, for tonight is of the cult, you know of whom I speak, whom we chased together.

They worshipped. I can feel the heat radiating off your tits. The great old ones.

We lived ages before there were any men. Sensitive. And you came to the young world.

Tender to the touch. Out of the sky. 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.

Their dead bodies have told their secrets in truth. And I will battle a longer body as we continue. Who formed a cult, which has never died.

Die off stomach! Sexy. Alluring in the dark night.

In your arms. Your precious face. But I am not with this.

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

You're already dripping. Good. Let that cunt drip from me.

Feel the throb. Let it ache. 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. The sea still. You feel it, don't you? It's working, isn't it? Deep fucking need.

Your warm, wet, slutty little fuckhole. 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. 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 can 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 us both deeper into the feeling.

To lure us. Entice us. Further into this ritual.

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

On your face. It feels 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.

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

I would. If I could. 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. Oh, your cunt.

Only a deep little pretty fuck hole. This tight slit is all I can think about, though. Can't you tell? Can't you see how hard my cock is? Throbbing at 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? I 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.

Oh, 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.

Clenching your cunt round my cock. We don't have to be gentle. I don't think either of us wants to be right now.

So embrace it. And enjoy the feelings. Will I fuck you? Will I fuck you like a fucking toy? I know you're restrained and it's harder to move.

It just means I have to throw my body at you all the more. You like that, don't you? Watching veins appear on my body.

Watching my muscles swell. Hearing my breath grow frantic. My movements erratic.

Knowing that I'm fucking you desperately. Desperately trying to cum before I collapse. My strength gone.

You can feel it, can't you? Every swing of the paddle from earlier. Spotting your thighs hot with agony.

Each time my hips thrust in bouncing off of you. I hit them again. Reminding you of the soreness that is there.

Oh, but look at you. Look at you. Look at you.

Oh, you can't. You fucking love it, don't you? You love it.

You fucking love it. You filthy fucking pain slut. And I love that you love it.

It's what you were meant for. It's what we were meant for. Us together.

Each swing of the pain only makes the pleasure that follows all the sweeter. And it only drags the two of us deeper into the depths. Oh, the depths of our desire.

The depths of depravity. It just makes us need more. You're a little hungry.

Desperate. Desperate. Conscious needs more.

Each thrust makes you wish that I would fuck you even harder. And every little clench of your slit makes me throb in response. Oh, can't you feel it? Can't you feel the way my cock throbs? Can't you feel my balls fencing up? Oh, the pulses in my cock.

More frequent. More pained. How do you feel the way it presses inside you? Each movement rocking your body.

Your fuckhole. Throbbing. Aching.

Oh, chase the sensations. Let it take over. It's what we want.

Oh, it's what we want. It's what he wants. That's it.

That's it. That's it. That's it.

That's it. I'll give in to those feelings. I'll give in to them.

Let yourself loose. Let yourself loose for me. Moan for me.

Scream for me. Come for me. Come for me.

Be mine. In this moment. Show me.

Show me how bad you want it. How badly you love it. Show me how deep you will chase those feelings.

All those desires.