Abandon
It is customary, before any major endeavor, and specifically before going to war, to pay homage and worship Valdyr in his temple. As the king of Valantia, it is your duty to uphold the traditions and religious rites, as an example to the people, and thus you have come to the ancient, marble temple. Proceeding in through the main doors, you are greeted in the foyer by a smiling young nun, clad in the form fitting, brown and gold satin of the Sisters Mendicant. After solemnly Boeing her head to the floor before you, she says, “Good morning, my Lord. The Glory-Matron has prepared for the ceremony. She awaits you in the Sisters’ private chapel.” She motions for you to follow her, and turns away toward a narrow side corridor.
Following close behind the Sister, trying not to watch the rocking of her young posterior, you are eventually ushered into a small chapel, lit only by the candles of an elaborate brass chandelier, overhead. Most of the room is filled with long wooden kneelers, with an open row, dividing them down the center. This pathway ends before a dais, upon which stands a white marble altar, decorated with a golden, silk runner, a golden chalice, and a beautifully carved marble statue of Valdyr.
To one side of the altar is a line of three gold-embossed chairs, and in one sits the Glory-Matron, Mahlia Nyresh. On each side of her sits another nun of her order. All are dressed in their traditional habit and veil of the finest brown and gold satin, though Mahlia’s superior rank was evident from the opulence of her particular uniform. Compared to the simple and plain habits of the younger, novice Sisters, her own is elaborately embroidered on all of the seams and borders, and is of a more modern and stylized design. She also wears a Reliquary talisman around here neck on a golden chain. This holy object, resembling a large, circular gold locket, is not only a symbol of the Glory-Matron’s rank and authority, but it actually holds a Glorystone, a powerful artifact of Valdyr, that grants its possessor various god-like powers.
As you slowly stride down the aisle toward the altar, you catch scent of some kind of strange but alluring incense. Stopping before the altar, you kneel and bow your head before the deity statue, and when you rise, Glory-Matron Mahlia is opposite you, behind the altar. She stands silently facing you for several seconds while the novice Sisters walk around either side of the altar and come to a halt on either side of you. Then she raises her hands, palms to the ceiling, and speaks clearly, her thick Norio accent giving her words an otherworldly quality in your mind, “Hear us, dear Lord of Glory. We come before you in humble awe of your power and opulence. Take mercy upon us and accept this sacrifice as you accept our service. Grant your blessings upon our worthy and beloved king in his hour of glory. Hear us, dear Valdyr.”
The priestess lowers her hands and bows stoically to the deity statue. The other Sisters also bow and you follow suit. Then, the Glory-Matron nods to her assistants and they both begin to slowly and ceremoniously remove your garments. They place aside your sword belt, your boots, trousers, and tunic, as well as your jewelry. Mahlia takes the crown from your head and places it on the altar.
Instructing the other nuns to stand by, she rounds the altar and comes to stand before you, gazing deeply into your eyes, as if seeing directly into your soul. After several seconds, she speaks, addressing you this time rather than Valdyr, “Lord Belamvohrax Arwthvar, King of Valantia and Marshal of the Dysandyr Marshlands, take now, into your heart, the gravity of the ceremony at hand. Herein you will give sacrifice, you will accept sacrifice, and thereby, you will manifest a divine sacrifice, by the power of the Reliquary. This is the highest and most sacred of all of the rituals of the Glory-Lord. It is rarely performed in these fallen times, because there are few who are worthy to receive its benedictions.
You, my Lord, are destined to rule in glory and are worthy to accept Valdyr’s blessing. But know this; you must also continue to be worthy in order to gain any benefit from the blessing.”
She pauses and raises her hands to the sky again. She bows her head and prays under her breath. Lowering her long arms and returning her gaze to yours, she speaks more casually, “My Lord, I have previously explained the import, and symbology of the ceremony, but by holy law only one who is worthy and is actually undergoing the ceremony may be told of its specific practice and details. Now you are ready to understand it fully.” She gestures to the younger nuns, who had returned to the golden chairs, to come forward and stand before the two of you.
The Sisters hurry into place and stand, side by side, facing you.
Mahlia continues to explain, “You see, you must sacrifice that which is most powerful in a man. Your seed.
For the ceremony to be correct, you must have a pure virgin with which to arouse and produce the proper seed.
Her own purity is her sacrifice, unto you. And the final, divine sacrifice shall be manifest through me, by way of the Holy Reliquary.”
Taking the large gold chalice from the altar, she says, “This shall be the final vessel for the sacrifices. By this ultimate combination of sacrificial energies, the Lord of Glory will show you favor over all other kings and warlords.”
The Glory-Matron places the chalice back on the altar and directs your attention to the waiting Sisters.
“You must have the sacrifice of a truly pure virgin, who has never been so much as kissed or touched in affection by any man. Of the Sisters in our small, local cloister, only these two novices still possess such purity.
Both are chaste for life and are ideal Sisters Mendicant. You must choose only one, Lord.”
Mahlia gives the young nuns a stern nod and they immediately untie and drop their habit robes to the stone floor. They both leave on their veils, as it is forbidden for any man to ever see them without it, but are now otherwise nude.
The priestess continues as the lovely naked Sisters slowly turn, to display their forms to you, “Each of them is beautiful, my Lord, but it is important for you to choose the more perfect for You. The power of the Reliquary is based upon the passion each participant feels, and upon the strength of their faith. You should consider carefully and pick the girl that more embodies your greatest desire. You may take a few minutes to make your decision. You may examine them, but not touch them until the ceremony begins. I must now make the final preparations.”
With that, the high priestess walks away, behind the altar, and begins chanting and tossing various incenses and herbs into a small, smoldering brazier.
You look back to the virgin nuns, standing nervously before you. They are breathtaking, each. And both quite young, with only the beginnings of bosoms, and faint traces of pubic hair. As you look them over, they avert their gazes, both from your eyes and from the growing meat hanging between your legs. You realize neither of them has ever seen a cock, as you notice the reddening of their cheeks. You feel your tool starting to lengthen and rise, throbbing slowly as you circle around the young nuns, comparing their different qualities.
The first one, whom introduces herself as Hopeful Sister Urya, is obviously a girl of local, Valantian birth. She has olive-white skin, and the fine, curled hair on her love mound is dark auburn brown. She is short, barely five feet, and has a slightly plump figure, something that only lends to her overall loveliness. She has the larger, more developed breasts of the two girls, and is also a bit fuller in the rear. Her most striking feature, however is her face. She is possibly the most gorgeous Valantian girl you’ve ever seen. Her eyes are large and bright, a shade of deep gray-green. Her face is round but this is balanced by her tall, pronounced nose and full lips. She notices you focusing on her face and meets your gaze momentarily, firing an arrow of desire through your heart with a genuinely innocent smile.
The second of the virgin nuns, by the name of Hopeful Sister Bedlynd, is of foreign heritage, specifically of the eastern realm called Tiulac. She is obviously a bit younger than Urya, but is no less perfect. Her skin is milky white, and her pubic hair, barely visible, is the lightest blonde of any hair you’ve ever seen. Her eyes are sky blue and she has light freckles across her nose and cheeks. A bit taller than Urya, she is much slimmer, with a figure more like a little girl than a young woman. Her budding breasts are little more that elevated nipples and her hips are not nearly as broad as those of the Valantian girl. However, despite it not being as full and rounded as Urya’s posterior, Bedlynd’s tiny, girlish ass is one of the most immaculate and perfect things you have ever seen. The lines, curves, and pleasing pear-shape of the girl’s little bottom is mind-numbing, and when you can finally pull your gaze away from it, you realize your prick is now at full, throbbing attention, and a gleaming stream of pre-ejaculate is running down to your balls. Never before has simply looking at a girl’s ass gotten you so powerfully and quickly aroused.
As you come back around to the front of the girls, Glory-Matron Mahlia returns from her preparations, now also without her fitted robe. Her naked, dark skinned body is simply magnificent. The breasts you have formerly only admired through satin now hang beautifully before you. Her broad, dark nipples point slightly downward and the mounds themselves swing gracefully as she moves. Her tall frame is fit and perfectly proportioned. Her wide hips shift like a forbidden dance as she comes to stand before you.
Noticing your engorged sword, she smiles and says, “Can I then assume you’ve made a choice, my Lord?”
(Which of these perfect, young, virgin nuns will you choose? Which one do you feel is more appropriate and will give you greater passion?
Will you choose the gorgeous Valantian girl, Urya, or the child-like Tiulacan girl with the perfect ass, Bedlynd?)
Following close behind the Sister, trying not to watch the rocking of her young posterior, you are eventually ushered into a small chapel, lit only by the candles of an elaborate brass chandelier, overhead. Most of the room is filled with long wooden kneelers, with an open row, dividing them down the center. This pathway ends before a dais, upon which stands a white marble altar, decorated with a golden, silk runner, a golden chalice, and a beautifully carved marble statue of Valdyr.
To one side of the altar is a line of three gold-embossed chairs, and in one sits the Glory-Matron, Mahlia Nyresh. On each side of her sits another nun of her order. All are dressed in their traditional habit and veil of the finest brown and gold satin, though Mahlia’s superior rank was evident from the opulence of her particular uniform. Compared to the simple and plain habits of the younger, novice Sisters, her own is elaborately embroidered on all of the seams and borders, and is of a more modern and stylized design. She also wears a Reliquary talisman around here neck on a golden chain. This holy object, resembling a large, circular gold locket, is not only a symbol of the Glory-Matron’s rank and authority, but it actually holds a Glorystone, a powerful artifact of Valdyr, that grants its possessor various god-like powers.
As you slowly stride down the aisle toward the altar, you catch scent of some kind of strange but alluring incense. Stopping before the altar, you kneel and bow your head before the deity statue, and when you rise, Glory-Matron Mahlia is opposite you, behind the altar. She stands silently facing you for several seconds while the novice Sisters walk around either side of the altar and come to a halt on either side of you. Then she raises her hands, palms to the ceiling, and speaks clearly, her thick Norio accent giving her words an otherworldly quality in your mind, “Hear us, dear Lord of Glory. We come before you in humble awe of your power and opulence. Take mercy upon us and accept this sacrifice as you accept our service. Grant your blessings upon our worthy and beloved king in his hour of glory. Hear us, dear Valdyr.”
The priestess lowers her hands and bows stoically to the deity statue. The other Sisters also bow and you follow suit. Then, the Glory-Matron nods to her assistants and they both begin to slowly and ceremoniously remove your garments. They place aside your sword belt, your boots, trousers, and tunic, as well as your jewelry. Mahlia takes the crown from your head and places it on the altar.
Instructing the other nuns to stand by, she rounds the altar and comes to stand before you, gazing deeply into your eyes, as if seeing directly into your soul. After several seconds, she speaks, addressing you this time rather than Valdyr, “Lord Belamvohrax Arwthvar, King of Valantia and Marshal of the Dysandyr Marshlands, take now, into your heart, the gravity of the ceremony at hand. Herein you will give sacrifice, you will accept sacrifice, and thereby, you will manifest a divine sacrifice, by the power of the Reliquary. This is the highest and most sacred of all of the rituals of the Glory-Lord. It is rarely performed in these fallen times, because there are few who are worthy to receive its benedictions.
You, my Lord, are destined to rule in glory and are worthy to accept Valdyr’s blessing. But know this; you must also continue to be worthy in order to gain any benefit from the blessing.”
She pauses and raises her hands to the sky again. She bows her head and prays under her breath. Lowering her long arms and returning her gaze to yours, she speaks more casually, “My Lord, I have previously explained the import, and symbology of the ceremony, but by holy law only one who is worthy and is actually undergoing the ceremony may be told of its specific practice and details. Now you are ready to understand it fully.” She gestures to the younger nuns, who had returned to the golden chairs, to come forward and stand before the two of you.
The Sisters hurry into place and stand, side by side, facing you.
Mahlia continues to explain, “You see, you must sacrifice that which is most powerful in a man. Your seed.
For the ceremony to be correct, you must have a pure virgin with which to arouse and produce the proper seed.
Her own purity is her sacrifice, unto you. And the final, divine sacrifice shall be manifest through me, by way of the Holy Reliquary.”
Taking the large gold chalice from the altar, she says, “This shall be the final vessel for the sacrifices. By this ultimate combination of sacrificial energies, the Lord of Glory will show you favor over all other kings and warlords.”
The Glory-Matron places the chalice back on the altar and directs your attention to the waiting Sisters.
“You must have the sacrifice of a truly pure virgin, who has never been so much as kissed or touched in affection by any man. Of the Sisters in our small, local cloister, only these two novices still possess such purity.
Both are chaste for life and are ideal Sisters Mendicant. You must choose only one, Lord.”
Mahlia gives the young nuns a stern nod and they immediately untie and drop their habit robes to the stone floor. They both leave on their veils, as it is forbidden for any man to ever see them without it, but are now otherwise nude.
The priestess continues as the lovely naked Sisters slowly turn, to display their forms to you, “Each of them is beautiful, my Lord, but it is important for you to choose the more perfect for You. The power of the Reliquary is based upon the passion each participant feels, and upon the strength of their faith. You should consider carefully and pick the girl that more embodies your greatest desire. You may take a few minutes to make your decision. You may examine them, but not touch them until the ceremony begins. I must now make the final preparations.”
With that, the high priestess walks away, behind the altar, and begins chanting and tossing various incenses and herbs into a small, smoldering brazier.
You look back to the virgin nuns, standing nervously before you. They are breathtaking, each. And both quite young, with only the beginnings of bosoms, and faint traces of pubic hair. As you look them over, they avert their gazes, both from your eyes and from the growing meat hanging between your legs. You realize neither of them has ever seen a cock, as you notice the reddening of their cheeks. You feel your tool starting to lengthen and rise, throbbing slowly as you circle around the young nuns, comparing their different qualities.
The first one, whom introduces herself as Hopeful Sister Urya, is obviously a girl of local, Valantian birth. She has olive-white skin, and the fine, curled hair on her love mound is dark auburn brown. She is short, barely five feet, and has a slightly plump figure, something that only lends to her overall loveliness. She has the larger, more developed breasts of the two girls, and is also a bit fuller in the rear. Her most striking feature, however is her face. She is possibly the most gorgeous Valantian girl you’ve ever seen. Her eyes are large and bright, a shade of deep gray-green. Her face is round but this is balanced by her tall, pronounced nose and full lips. She notices you focusing on her face and meets your gaze momentarily, firing an arrow of desire through your heart with a genuinely innocent smile.
The second of the virgin nuns, by the name of Hopeful Sister Bedlynd, is of foreign heritage, specifically of the eastern realm called Tiulac. She is obviously a bit younger than Urya, but is no less perfect. Her skin is milky white, and her pubic hair, barely visible, is the lightest blonde of any hair you’ve ever seen. Her eyes are sky blue and she has light freckles across her nose and cheeks. A bit taller than Urya, she is much slimmer, with a figure more like a little girl than a young woman. Her budding breasts are little more that elevated nipples and her hips are not nearly as broad as those of the Valantian girl. However, despite it not being as full and rounded as Urya’s posterior, Bedlynd’s tiny, girlish ass is one of the most immaculate and perfect things you have ever seen. The lines, curves, and pleasing pear-shape of the girl’s little bottom is mind-numbing, and when you can finally pull your gaze away from it, you realize your prick is now at full, throbbing attention, and a gleaming stream of pre-ejaculate is running down to your balls. Never before has simply looking at a girl’s ass gotten you so powerfully and quickly aroused.
As you come back around to the front of the girls, Glory-Matron Mahlia returns from her preparations, now also without her fitted robe. Her naked, dark skinned body is simply magnificent. The breasts you have formerly only admired through satin now hang beautifully before you. Her broad, dark nipples point slightly downward and the mounds themselves swing gracefully as she moves. Her tall frame is fit and perfectly proportioned. Her wide hips shift like a forbidden dance as she comes to stand before you.
Noticing your engorged sword, she smiles and says, “Can I then assume you’ve made a choice, my Lord?”
(Which of these perfect, young, virgin nuns will you choose? Which one do you feel is more appropriate and will give you greater passion?
Will you choose the gorgeous Valantian girl, Urya, or the child-like Tiulacan girl with the perfect ass, Bedlynd?)