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Story: Bloodmoon Ritual
“Myangel,” Rhyder groaned. “Oh,sister.”
My hands tightened on my restraints, helpless to stop him, and I could feel bruises blooming on my hips as he gripped me with vice-like strength, forcing me to take each painful, thick inch of him.
“Take everything I give you,” he groaned, his chest feeling slick with sweat.
As if I had a choice!
As if I had ever had a choice with Rhyder.
I squeezed my eyes tightly as he had had his way with me, and he came inside me with a roar, his cock so big I could feel every twitch, every pulsation, so much cum it ran out my cunt, was soaking my thighs, splashing up to my belly.
I didn’t want to look at him when he pulled out, especially not as he took my face in his hands so his lips could meet mine. My brother’s release ran down my legs in an agonizing slow trail.
Claimed and fucked, and there was no going back now
Chapter 7
“Ilove you,” Rhydersaid, undoing my restraints so he could gather me in his arms and cover my face with kisses. His white teeth flashed with pleasure as he grinned at me.
“I’m so thirsty,” I whimpered. “Please can you get me some water?”
“Of course,” he said, “Come out and watch your first Seeking now that you’re back where you belong.”
My brother’s fingers traced the lines of his blood approvingly, gently rubbing it into my skin until I wanted to scream with the sensation, claw it off my flesh.
I wanted to shake him off but I was too frightened of what he’d do, so I was relieved when he let me put my filthy dress and his sweatshirt back on.
Then he led me back out, his hand on the back of my neck, directing me where he wanted me to go.
It looked like there were a few other Congregations joining for this Seeking, with dozens more motorcycles parked in a row at the gate.
I trailed in Rhyder’s wake as he walked over to where the other men were, feeling like I was sleepwalking.
Seekings were communal attempts to discern the Allfather’s will. Congregations did not generally require a strict separation between men and women during it or any other ritual, because Elders and Deacons simply didn’t think women would be able to absorb any of the information presented.
And because Congregants were generally permitted to access the cunts of any camp whores they wanted to, at any time they wanted to.
My hands tightened on my restraints, helpless to stop him, and I could feel bruises blooming on my hips as he gripped me with vice-like strength, forcing me to take each painful, thick inch of him.
“Take everything I give you,” he groaned, his chest feeling slick with sweat.
As if I had a choice!
As if I had ever had a choice with Rhyder.
I squeezed my eyes tightly as he had had his way with me, and he came inside me with a roar, his cock so big I could feel every twitch, every pulsation, so much cum it ran out my cunt, was soaking my thighs, splashing up to my belly.
I didn’t want to look at him when he pulled out, especially not as he took my face in his hands so his lips could meet mine. My brother’s release ran down my legs in an agonizing slow trail.
Claimed and fucked, and there was no going back now
Chapter 7
“Ilove you,” Rhydersaid, undoing my restraints so he could gather me in his arms and cover my face with kisses. His white teeth flashed with pleasure as he grinned at me.
“I’m so thirsty,” I whimpered. “Please can you get me some water?”
“Of course,” he said, “Come out and watch your first Seeking now that you’re back where you belong.”
My brother’s fingers traced the lines of his blood approvingly, gently rubbing it into my skin until I wanted to scream with the sensation, claw it off my flesh.
I wanted to shake him off but I was too frightened of what he’d do, so I was relieved when he let me put my filthy dress and his sweatshirt back on.
Then he led me back out, his hand on the back of my neck, directing me where he wanted me to go.
It looked like there were a few other Congregations joining for this Seeking, with dozens more motorcycles parked in a row at the gate.
I trailed in Rhyder’s wake as he walked over to where the other men were, feeling like I was sleepwalking.
Seekings were communal attempts to discern the Allfather’s will. Congregations did not generally require a strict separation between men and women during it or any other ritual, because Elders and Deacons simply didn’t think women would be able to absorb any of the information presented.
And because Congregants were generally permitted to access the cunts of any camp whores they wanted to, at any time they wanted to.
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