Abandon
“I have, Glory-Matron”, you reply, “Hopeful Sister Bedlynd has enchanted my heart and mind with her perfect form.” You cast a smile toward the girl and shye reciprocates, making your blood race. She blushes and drops her eyes to the floor, saying, “Thank you, my Lord. It is my honor to serve you.”
“Very well”, interjects the high priestess, “then the two of you should take your place on the dais, before the altar.” Turning to Urya, she says, “You May remain and observe the ceremony, if you wish. Few ever witness such a ritual.”
Smiling, Hopeful Sister Urya nods and answers, “Yes, Glory-Matron. I will remain”
Mahlia nods to her and then ushers you and Bedlyndo nto a lavish fur rug that she has spread on the dais, just in front of the marble altar. She takes the gold chalice from the altar and raises it in the air, speaking with purpose, “Mighty Lord of Glory, conquerer of Shame and Despair, empower this holy vessel for your own sacrifice.” She turns back toward the two of you, lying in a close embrace and kissing, on the soft fur rug. Kneeling at the edge of the rug, she begins chanting in the ancient tongue of the gods and slowly swaying to and fro, holding the chalice to her torso, just below her pendulous, brown bosom. You notice that a faint golden light has appeared within the Reliquary, resting upon her cleavage. It seems to be pulsing in time with her chanting. You are suddenly overcome by a deeply rooted desire, and turn your attention fully to Bedlynd, the uniquely beautiful virgin nun in your arms. Her big, lovely eyes sparkle in the flickering candle light, and her teeth glisten when she smiles. You kiss her fiercely, slowly caressing her soft, young body. You massage her plump nipples and her perfect buttocks and thighs.
Moving your hand to her utterly untouched cunny, you take several moments to gently stroke her clitoris, before firmly pushing a finger inside her. The young Sister moans and whimpers softly as you delve your thick, calloused digits in and out of her tight, chaste hole.
Throughout this, you continue to kiss her, first on her lips, then deeply, your tongue probing relentlessly around her young, fresh mouth.
Still fingering her slit, you kiss and suck upon her narrow neck and slowly move down to her adorable nipples. Bedlynd arches her back and groans more loudly as you wildly suckle and nibble at her pert, girlish tits and push several fingers into her increasingly wet pussy. Anxious to have her, you instruct her to get on her knees.
Apparently misunderstanding your request, the beautiful young nun immediately takes your throbbing member into her mouth and begins to suck. You are so amazed and overwhelmed by the feeling of your head sliding into her hot, narrow throat, that you don’t have the heart to stop her, and simply admire her lovely face as she fucks it on your mast. For many minutes the Hopeful Sister pumps her wide open, maiden mouth up and down your engorged rod, gagging slightly each time the head slams into the back. Finally, for fear that you may waste the precious seed in her gullet, you direct her to go down on her hands and knees, and she eagerly complies. Spreading her slim, milk-white legs and arching her back to present her virgin cunny, she peers back at you anticipation.
As the tip pushes through her maidenhood, Bedlynd’s bright blue eyes widen and she gasps. She clenches her eyes shut for a second, and then meets your gaze again and smiles, whispering, “Do it, my Lord. Do it now. Put it all into me. I need it.”
Reaching down and grabbing hold of her soft, thin waste, you force her hips back as you slam your full length into her. She gasps again and then groans loudly. You dig your pulsating fuckstick deep into her, pressing your balls hard against her clit. She grasps at the lush fur rug in painful ecstasy as you pull about halfway out and then shove in again, crying, “Oh, my Lord! It is so big! It’s tearing me apart, for sure!”
You repeat the deep stroke again and again, but thrusting harder and faster each time. In no time at all, she is moaning with pleasure instead of pain and is enthusiastically pushing back upon your staff. You slam your rock hard head into her young, innocent cervix over and over as Bedlynd whimpers, gasps and groans her approval.
After riding her lovely little form from behind for some time, you lay her down on her back and push her legs up by her head, forcing her slit up and out. Holding her helpless thus, you bury your dick to the base into her fuckhole, and waste no time in getting to a frenzy pace. Bedlynd squeals and gasps pitifully as you pound your man meat against the back walls of her box, your heavy ballsack slapping on her tiny shit-pincher.
As the passion rises and your stroke becomes longer, harder, and faster, you feel the little nun orgasming again and again. She cries out in ecstasy, “Oh! My God! Oh, my Lord! It is so wonderful! Take me, Lord!”
as she cums, shaking violently as her body is overcome with pleasure.
You feel your own peak coming on and pull out. Pulling Bedlynd up to her knees, you tilt her head back and promptly dump your massive load of cream into her open mouth. It comes in a heavy gush at first, nearly filling her up, but continues to spurt, huge glob after glob. When you finish, it is literally overflowing from her maw and running down her chin and onto her chest. Careful to not waste even a drop, the nun moves before her chanting superior and deposits your seed into the golden chalice.
It is now you notice the changes that have overcome Glory-Matron Mahlia. Her eyes are now solid white, as if rolled back, and her voice has become deeper and harshly accented. The Reliquary’s pulsing glow has become much brighter, but still follows the rhythm of her chant. Most notably, however, her already sizable breasts have become swollen and engorged, to nearly twice their former volume. As Bedlynd drops the very last of the sticky cum into the chalice, Mahlia sets it upon the floor before her bent knees. She does not interrupt her chanting trance while doing this, but in fact begins to sing louder. She stops rocking back and forth, and puts her hands upon her magically engorged mammaries, caressing and squeezing them passionately.
Along with the curiosity stricken novice nuns, you just watch the priestess in wonder as she ecstatically chants and fondles her painfully swollen brown bosom. The volume of her chanting increases in proportion to that of her still growing globes, and she harder and more desperately she molests them, the brighter and brighter the Glorystone within the Reliquary pulses.
Once her frantic chest-handling reaches a violent state, Mahlia ends her chant with a wild high note and brutally presses together her unbelievably enlarged jugs. Like turbulent waterfalls, her tits suddenly erupt with milk-flow. Gushing rivulets of pure white pour out from each of her bloated ebony nipples, filling the golden chalice to its brim. As you watch in amazement, the release of the divinely manifested milk slowly returns her breasts to their original, lovely size and shape.
When the flow ceases and the chalice if full, Mahlia takes it to the altar and lifts it over her head, saying, “Lord of Glory, we your loyal children, beseech you to accept this threefold sacrifice and bless our worthy king.”
Instantly, as the last syllable leaves her lips, the light from her Holy Reliquary spreads out into a blinding golden light, and everything goes silent.
For untold moments you simply hang in a glaring golden space, feeling as if you are floating over the floor. You do not feel fear, though, but comfort, like the feeling of a son when his father’s hand is upon his shoulder.
Then you have a vision of your own future. You see yourself seated upon a throne of marble and gold, surrounded by a dozen queenly wives, waited on by hundreds of servants and worshipped as a god by your subjects. As quickly as it came, the vision ends, and the golden glare that blinds you begins to fade. After another minute or so you can see normally and find yourself again in the private chapel of the Sisters Mendicant.
You see Glory-Matron Mahlia behind these altar. She overturns the formally full chalice to show that it was now empty and dry. She smiles widely as she approaches you. Embracing you warmly she exclaims, “The ceremony is complete! The sacrifice was accepted! You now hold the favor of Valdyr, my Lord!”
Apparently overcome with joy, she embraces you again, pressing her hot, elegant body against yours. Then she seems to suddenly regain her normal, somewhat stoic demeanor. Fetching and redonning her habit robe, she says, “It is done now. Once you have dressed, my Lord, please join me in my study, just down the hallway. I have something imperative to discuss with you.”
Turning to the younger nuns, both of which have also replaced their habits, she directs them, “Bedlynd, you may retire to rest and recover. Urya, you will dress our Lord, then clean up the chapel, and thereafter may resume your regular duties. Thank you both for your selfless assistance.”
The girls both reply with a simple “Yes Glory-Matron.” and proceed to carry out her instruction.
Urya flashes you another stunning smile before leaving the chapel and Urya goes about assisting you in dressing. Just as she is lacing the front of your trousers, she glances up at you with tear soaked eyes and begs, “If it pleases my Lord, I would give my life to you. I have been overwhelmed with love for you, great king, and would today forsake my vows, if only to be but one amongst your harem. I would, if it pleases you, give myself even as a basic slave, just to serve you for all my days.”
(What will you do now?
Will you uphold your royal duty and advise her to uphold her holy vows?
Or will throw aside tradition and take the young virgin nun as your new concubine?)
“Very well”, interjects the high priestess, “then the two of you should take your place on the dais, before the altar.” Turning to Urya, she says, “You May remain and observe the ceremony, if you wish. Few ever witness such a ritual.”
Smiling, Hopeful Sister Urya nods and answers, “Yes, Glory-Matron. I will remain”
Mahlia nods to her and then ushers you and Bedlyndo nto a lavish fur rug that she has spread on the dais, just in front of the marble altar. She takes the gold chalice from the altar and raises it in the air, speaking with purpose, “Mighty Lord of Glory, conquerer of Shame and Despair, empower this holy vessel for your own sacrifice.” She turns back toward the two of you, lying in a close embrace and kissing, on the soft fur rug. Kneeling at the edge of the rug, she begins chanting in the ancient tongue of the gods and slowly swaying to and fro, holding the chalice to her torso, just below her pendulous, brown bosom. You notice that a faint golden light has appeared within the Reliquary, resting upon her cleavage. It seems to be pulsing in time with her chanting. You are suddenly overcome by a deeply rooted desire, and turn your attention fully to Bedlynd, the uniquely beautiful virgin nun in your arms. Her big, lovely eyes sparkle in the flickering candle light, and her teeth glisten when she smiles. You kiss her fiercely, slowly caressing her soft, young body. You massage her plump nipples and her perfect buttocks and thighs.
Moving your hand to her utterly untouched cunny, you take several moments to gently stroke her clitoris, before firmly pushing a finger inside her. The young Sister moans and whimpers softly as you delve your thick, calloused digits in and out of her tight, chaste hole.
Throughout this, you continue to kiss her, first on her lips, then deeply, your tongue probing relentlessly around her young, fresh mouth.
Still fingering her slit, you kiss and suck upon her narrow neck and slowly move down to her adorable nipples. Bedlynd arches her back and groans more loudly as you wildly suckle and nibble at her pert, girlish tits and push several fingers into her increasingly wet pussy. Anxious to have her, you instruct her to get on her knees.
Apparently misunderstanding your request, the beautiful young nun immediately takes your throbbing member into her mouth and begins to suck. You are so amazed and overwhelmed by the feeling of your head sliding into her hot, narrow throat, that you don’t have the heart to stop her, and simply admire her lovely face as she fucks it on your mast. For many minutes the Hopeful Sister pumps her wide open, maiden mouth up and down your engorged rod, gagging slightly each time the head slams into the back. Finally, for fear that you may waste the precious seed in her gullet, you direct her to go down on her hands and knees, and she eagerly complies. Spreading her slim, milk-white legs and arching her back to present her virgin cunny, she peers back at you anticipation.
As the tip pushes through her maidenhood, Bedlynd’s bright blue eyes widen and she gasps. She clenches her eyes shut for a second, and then meets your gaze again and smiles, whispering, “Do it, my Lord. Do it now. Put it all into me. I need it.”
Reaching down and grabbing hold of her soft, thin waste, you force her hips back as you slam your full length into her. She gasps again and then groans loudly. You dig your pulsating fuckstick deep into her, pressing your balls hard against her clit. She grasps at the lush fur rug in painful ecstasy as you pull about halfway out and then shove in again, crying, “Oh, my Lord! It is so big! It’s tearing me apart, for sure!”
You repeat the deep stroke again and again, but thrusting harder and faster each time. In no time at all, she is moaning with pleasure instead of pain and is enthusiastically pushing back upon your staff. You slam your rock hard head into her young, innocent cervix over and over as Bedlynd whimpers, gasps and groans her approval.
After riding her lovely little form from behind for some time, you lay her down on her back and push her legs up by her head, forcing her slit up and out. Holding her helpless thus, you bury your dick to the base into her fuckhole, and waste no time in getting to a frenzy pace. Bedlynd squeals and gasps pitifully as you pound your man meat against the back walls of her box, your heavy ballsack slapping on her tiny shit-pincher.
As the passion rises and your stroke becomes longer, harder, and faster, you feel the little nun orgasming again and again. She cries out in ecstasy, “Oh! My God! Oh, my Lord! It is so wonderful! Take me, Lord!”
as she cums, shaking violently as her body is overcome with pleasure.
You feel your own peak coming on and pull out. Pulling Bedlynd up to her knees, you tilt her head back and promptly dump your massive load of cream into her open mouth. It comes in a heavy gush at first, nearly filling her up, but continues to spurt, huge glob after glob. When you finish, it is literally overflowing from her maw and running down her chin and onto her chest. Careful to not waste even a drop, the nun moves before her chanting superior and deposits your seed into the golden chalice.
It is now you notice the changes that have overcome Glory-Matron Mahlia. Her eyes are now solid white, as if rolled back, and her voice has become deeper and harshly accented. The Reliquary’s pulsing glow has become much brighter, but still follows the rhythm of her chant. Most notably, however, her already sizable breasts have become swollen and engorged, to nearly twice their former volume. As Bedlynd drops the very last of the sticky cum into the chalice, Mahlia sets it upon the floor before her bent knees. She does not interrupt her chanting trance while doing this, but in fact begins to sing louder. She stops rocking back and forth, and puts her hands upon her magically engorged mammaries, caressing and squeezing them passionately.
Along with the curiosity stricken novice nuns, you just watch the priestess in wonder as she ecstatically chants and fondles her painfully swollen brown bosom. The volume of her chanting increases in proportion to that of her still growing globes, and she harder and more desperately she molests them, the brighter and brighter the Glorystone within the Reliquary pulses.
Once her frantic chest-handling reaches a violent state, Mahlia ends her chant with a wild high note and brutally presses together her unbelievably enlarged jugs. Like turbulent waterfalls, her tits suddenly erupt with milk-flow. Gushing rivulets of pure white pour out from each of her bloated ebony nipples, filling the golden chalice to its brim. As you watch in amazement, the release of the divinely manifested milk slowly returns her breasts to their original, lovely size and shape.
When the flow ceases and the chalice if full, Mahlia takes it to the altar and lifts it over her head, saying, “Lord of Glory, we your loyal children, beseech you to accept this threefold sacrifice and bless our worthy king.”
Instantly, as the last syllable leaves her lips, the light from her Holy Reliquary spreads out into a blinding golden light, and everything goes silent.
For untold moments you simply hang in a glaring golden space, feeling as if you are floating over the floor. You do not feel fear, though, but comfort, like the feeling of a son when his father’s hand is upon his shoulder.
Then you have a vision of your own future. You see yourself seated upon a throne of marble and gold, surrounded by a dozen queenly wives, waited on by hundreds of servants and worshipped as a god by your subjects. As quickly as it came, the vision ends, and the golden glare that blinds you begins to fade. After another minute or so you can see normally and find yourself again in the private chapel of the Sisters Mendicant.
You see Glory-Matron Mahlia behind these altar. She overturns the formally full chalice to show that it was now empty and dry. She smiles widely as she approaches you. Embracing you warmly she exclaims, “The ceremony is complete! The sacrifice was accepted! You now hold the favor of Valdyr, my Lord!”
Apparently overcome with joy, she embraces you again, pressing her hot, elegant body against yours. Then she seems to suddenly regain her normal, somewhat stoic demeanor. Fetching and redonning her habit robe, she says, “It is done now. Once you have dressed, my Lord, please join me in my study, just down the hallway. I have something imperative to discuss with you.”
Turning to the younger nuns, both of which have also replaced their habits, she directs them, “Bedlynd, you may retire to rest and recover. Urya, you will dress our Lord, then clean up the chapel, and thereafter may resume your regular duties. Thank you both for your selfless assistance.”
The girls both reply with a simple “Yes Glory-Matron.” and proceed to carry out her instruction.
Urya flashes you another stunning smile before leaving the chapel and Urya goes about assisting you in dressing. Just as she is lacing the front of your trousers, she glances up at you with tear soaked eyes and begs, “If it pleases my Lord, I would give my life to you. I have been overwhelmed with love for you, great king, and would today forsake my vows, if only to be but one amongst your harem. I would, if it pleases you, give myself even as a basic slave, just to serve you for all my days.”
(What will you do now?
Will you uphold your royal duty and advise her to uphold her holy vows?
Or will throw aside tradition and take the young virgin nun as your new concubine?)