Ritual - Exhibition and Worship audio

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The night is hot as hell, and the ritual is about to begin. Yearly we give thanks in the only way that we can to our patron god, Bael Saksor, a demon of great power and influence over the encapsulation and eruption of the testes of we who have their humble servants. This ritual is to be completed tonight, the most damnable night of the year, and we have the perfect centerpiece for our praise.

She is young, of age, and excited to be a part of this. She knows what she is doing, and when we approached her with this task, she was all too eager. Exactly what we want.

She is beautiful, beyond compare, and the prime need for our sect to enact this performance tonight. This night, we pleased Bael Saksor. She is led with a choker around her throat, naked.

Her footfalls on the stone echo through the chamber. Her breasts hitch with each step, her golden pussy already wet with her lubrication. There is much to be done today, much that will be witnessed.

She is escorted around the chamber, walking slowly, teasingly, so that every eye can appreciate and admire. All will participate. All will be needed to fulfill the needs for tonight.

She stops at the altar after circling it. Those that are leading her step away, and she bends over the altar, spreading herself for all to see. For myself, she opens her mouth into an O, and then grins with a sharp giggle.

I am the first of many she must sate tonight. The eyes of hundreds of devoted members are watching. Both of her glistening lips are ready for all that we can give.

My brothers, I begin. At long last, we have the final piece to our great worship. She will be our vessel for tonight, this young thing.

Unsheathe yourselves and prepare your orbs to be spent upon and within this glorious thing. Our eyes shall witness, our hands shall explore, and our cocks will delve into the darkness. May Bael sucks or shine their grace upon us and open their great wings to our heavy seed.

May they be sated, may we be purged. She takes herself up onto the altar and lays on her back, her head over the side in front of me. I remove my robe and plunge myself into her eager mouth, her tongue and hands excitedly pumping and sucking with the fervor of a warrior saint.

Come, my brothers, watch and use this gift. I feel her warmth, I feel her need as I feel my own, a rampaging monster within me that can only be sated by filling her to the brim with all that I have. A line forms and other zealots place themselves on the altar for her hands to work, another, the next in line, aims himself up with her perfect snatch and plunges himself inside of her.

The gasp that is uttered is sheer bliss. She pauses her ministrations on me for only a moment for her breath to catch before she resumes her glorious work. Hundreds of eyes look on to her, hands grasp at her breasts which heave, her hips which rock and ease my pleasure and her work.

Others find their ways to licking at her where they can, waiting for their turn to taste her sweat, feel her warmth and smell her lust. I loose myself inside her mouth and she moans an excited whisper. She swallows it all in two hefty gulps and when I expel my cock from her mouth she breathes as though coming up from air, but it is not air she needs as I see her ravenous eyes, no, she needs another.

And as I raise my hands to proclaim that, the first has entered, all the orbs shall be spent tonight. The roar that fills that chamber echoes for what feels like days. Other brothers loose themselves upon her body, her face, her hands, her breasts inside of her.

She is moved by the next set of brothers who one goes beneath and thrusts himself inside her unused hole and another leans over while three others take her top half to be pleased and loosed upon. Her moans and shrieks and sighs are glorious to hear, a sight for any artist and a symphony for any musician and any believer to seek enlightenment. She is a hungry thing.

She swallows another load and rubs her breasts which have been oiled in the cum of many servants. Her insides are slowly but surely painted white and hour upon hour she is covered in a great deal of white purifying liquid. She is filled time and again, plastered over and over and filled with what must be a near gallon of cum.

When we are all spent, when every man is sated and there on the altar, covered in white and whimpering in ecstasy is our vessel, our star of the show. The thing of our lust and desires is still running her hands over her body and enjoying the warmth, the stickiness of all of our arrivals. She licks at her hands and giggles gently, her fingers play with her used orifices and she curls up to herself as if wanting another hundred servants to worship her again and again today.

The room grows dark. The hour is at hand. I command my brethren, Bailsoxor is pleased, they will arrive here to grace us with their presence, lift your cocks to their presence, leave no sack uncovered, I command.

A bright red light illuminates the room, the candles snuff out, the altar fills with an unholy light, our vessel screams, not in pain but in pleasure that can only be gained from the deepest of sins. The light is all-consuming and it is a struggle to hold my flaccid self and to not cover my eyes. When the light fades, what remains is a transformed thing.

What was once covered in white and human is now red and clearly insatiable. Her voice is terrifying, but its power is instantly hardening every cock in the room. Hello, boys.

She coos. Is that all you have? It is time for your sacrifice.

From the back of the room, there is a splash of sound and the scream of my brethren, white and red spray as from away from the back of the congregation and head toward the altar. My eyes look on, shocked. The balls of every man present are exploding in gushing waves, what little come that may have been made between them loosing and to now seems to coagulate and fly to our deity.

All of my zealots, all of my followers fall to the floor, groaning in pain. She slowly turns to me with a painful agony that is like a blade. More, she commands.

Give me more.