“OH GLORIOUS ONE!”


        “OH REVERED ONE!”


        “OH BRILLIANT SHINING FLEECED ONE!”


The cultists came together in the darkness of their unholy ceremony, chanting out the title of their most revered lamb. The lamb had riled them all up with a particularly strong sermon earlier in the day. Male and female, both genders felt an intense desire wash over them that refused to die down throughout the day. The bare minimum of clothing, seeing everything exposed and shown at all hours of the day left little to the dirty minds that surged with need.


Dairy the hedgehog was the source of many eyes as she displayed herself with little restraint. Her huge chestnut colored tits covered in sweat, her legs spread wide to release her pent up heat. Everyone who even looked her in the eyed walked away feeling just as flushed as her, if not more so. 


Cassidy the horse, a black stallion with cultist markings, practically offered himself to anyone and everyone happened to catch his eye. With only the cult shirt on and being among the newest, he quickly found himself being felt up. Every inch of his obvious erection packed under his shirt looked just as tempting and juicy as the stud's leathery, low hanging sack that dangled just below the tent in his shirt. It wasn’t rare to see some other followers, sometimes multiple, just casually underneath, appreciating the enriching scent throughout the day.


Not just them but the entire cult had grown into quite the breeding frenzy thanks to the good word of their beloved leader and the true center of the cult’s unending desires.


The lamb.


It’s without question that they all follow the lamb, becoming apart of their flock and doing anything she wished. Work, building and worship; it didn’t matter. But today, her order was one that even the most stringent and zealot of followers had troubles with.


“You can not cum, until I return.”


It had been three days.


Her sermon not only ended with the cult in a deep need to reproduce and let off their desires, but the final order of her sermon made the time stretch out. Followers flirting with each other, playing with themselves, masturbating so openly in public but stop themselves. Many volunteered themselves to be put in jail, not able to trust their desires and daring not to define the lamb’s will. This only seemed to make the problem worse as the submissive act of bending over invited more potential to break the rules. 


The more frustrated but restrained members humped the air, feeling some sort of relief from displaying their devotion to the lamb in view of everyone. Cocks and balls bouncing around, asses being wiggled and humping nothing but air. It was a maddening tease that stirred the cult. Some were even considering defiling others just to satisfy their urges after being told to wait.


It was only with the return of a white, red and black figure emerging from the forest that the cultists felt like heaven had arrived. 


The lamb herself, wearing only her hoodie, her sacred hat and a smile as she’s quickly surrounded by her needy cult. 


        “Hello my-”


Only two words came out of her mouth before the lamb found herself being worshiped from head to toe. 


The first pair of soft lips assaulted her mouth in kisses, furiously inserting their tongue inside her mouth to taste the sweet sin of the lamb. Many cultists buried their noses into her soft fleece, breathing in the sweat and musk she had built up in her adventures throughout the forest. Then the more daring cultists went as far as shoving their faces into her more sensitive parts. Her boobs, large and inviting, became the targets of their sucking like hungry children. Her ass worshiped and not to forget, the lamb’s special equipment.


The One Who Waits blessed her body with the capability to satisfy anyone. A slit as tight as a virgin that invited anyone to indulge and a hypnotizingly pink interior. And whenever she wanted, she could conjure a cock as long and thick as her arm, comparable to a stud’s, along with a pair of juicy black balls packed with the nutrients to grow a cult in their own right. 


Her flock wasted no time taking time to pay proper tribute to each and every single part of her. The sweet lamb’s voice was lost in the pleasure but soon enough she could only let out a content and eager moan at the sweet words of her cult. 


        “Majestic one, breed me! I want a child to show my devotion to you and our communion!”
        “Please fuck me!”
        “I can’t take it anymore! I need you inside me!”
        “May I honor my worthless blood by fucking your evil body!”
        “I’m going crazy!”
        “BREED BREED BREED BREED BREED!!!!!!”


Her little flock presented themselves to her, eager for their wait to be paid off.


“Let sin take hold.”




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The moment the lamb gave the go ahead, the settlement transformed from a little piece of heaven into a pit of sin. Clothing was thrown aside, and bodies hit the ground engaging in various sexual depravities of all kinds. The open fields were filled with the sound of moans and goans as the various cultists started exchanging fluids and taking turns using one another. Meanwhile in the middle of it all, the lamb and her most devoted followers had their fun in full view of the mass orgy.


The lamb had taken to using one of her more well endowed and chubby followers, a pink wild haired pig girl who easily took the unholy magically grown cock of her leader into herself. Her womb crushed, her legs weak, she could only cry out as she satisfied her leader’s glory. Ther lambs body knew no limits to her desires as cum continued to spew out, filling the worthy chubby breeding stock. Tears of pleasure rained down her face as her body was used to satiate the carnal desires in full view of everyone. 


Behind the lamb, a well hung horse boy was enjoying the right to her sanctuary, clearing his way into the depths of her pussy with his big, veiny cock, all the while apologizing for cumming too soon over and over into the lamb’s ears. She didn’t reply, only forcing the young man to kiss her as he humped happily into her and the pig girl. Every pump and thrust, he felt his seed being extracted out of him by her will and desires alone, blessing him with oragasm that made him feel as if his soul left and a devil took control of his body.


The pungent odor of sex filled the cult’s home. Impregnation and breeding one another over and over as the sun began to set and night came. It didn’t matter who did what or did what. Partners swapped, creampes built up and the ground being soaked in the rich fluids of the defiled and damned.


That’s when the real fun began.


It wasn’t long before cultists lost themselves to sins of the flesh, fucking wildly and without restraint even as their bodies began to ache. One daring otter girl became the center of one gangbang, taking on a variety of the community from all ends. Even as her belly grew bigger and bigger from the never ending loads, she is more than happy to be the dumping grounds for her fellow worshipers. 


The more homosexually inclined male followers ran trains on one another, humping, pumping and dumping obscene loads after loads into one another. Whatever cum that shot out, was fucked right back into them by another in a never ending cycle of creampies with no ending.


While most of the cult was still having their fun, the lamb proved just how much more worthy she is to their god as she used the magical cocke she’s gifted to sire many heirs for the future. Others watched and masturbated to the view of the proud lamb, pinning down one of the more shy members in a mating press, stuffing her full and ripping apart her virginity in one go as she blessed the shy little one with her dense loads. Other worthy followers lowered themselves to the ground, licking up any of the sacred substance and sharing it between them in a sloppy kiss among themselves.


        “BRING ME MORE!” The lamb demanded after impregnating one member.


The next to come up would be graced with another of the lamb’s future children. On their knee’s bent over, or riding her until they looked several months pregnant, all the female followers would have the seed of their fellows scooped out only to be filled with the holy seed of their leader. It was a ritual that all loved, even the most stringent of non believers. They were wooed by the vicious sex and enjoyed the feeling of the community coming together for an all night breeding. 


After satisfying the women, the lamb turned her eyes to the males.


Multiple at a time, they all tried their best to make her happy. The horse boy from before was forced to lick up the residue of anyone and everyone after cumming inside her, an act he loved so much he came without even needing to touch himself. 


It didn’t matter how much or tried to, the followers would find that their seed would not bear fruit, only to be ripped apart and destroyed within the sacrum of her womb. 


The lamb has a sacred duty.


And baring a child now would only be a hindrance. 


But The One Who Waits is a benevolent being. 


Pleasure for the cult would bring more devotion to the lamb.


The lamb would grow stronger.


And the lamb’s duty becomes all the easier.


With that in mind…


        “Breed me! FUCK ME! TAKE MY BODY! SULLY IT WITH YOUR SEED! BARE MY CHILDREN, GROW FAT AND BECOME EMBODIMENT OF OUR WILL, MY BELOVED FOLLOWERS!”


Her order sent a strong desire through the cult. Everyone, tired or not, felt a second wind rise through them as they went right back into engaging into the filth of depravity and loving every minute of it. Hard, rough, dominating and potent sc with the clear will to breed inside them all. 


And above them all, the lamb became the center, riding and being ridden by her very cult. She was used by her heavily endowed followers first. Face fucked, deep dicked and railed with the ferver of their love for her. If she wasn’t the beloved leader of her communion, she would have looked like a simple town whore offering herself to everyone. Every man worth their salt tightened their balls and dumped their loads with all the power they could muster with their second wind. 


The women followed suit, scissoring, fingering, licking and doing everything in their power to share in the rich cum that lingered and covered every inch of her body, either all over her skin or into her fur.  The l;ab loved watching her beloved's between her legs, licking up the mess that their fellows left behind. Using some of the graciously crafted tools by the lamb, the ladies followed in the men’s route, thrusting pounding and pumping into the lamb’s sacred flesh with wild abandon as they enjoyed the feedback of her joy.


She took it all.


She indulged in it all.


She didn’t stop until all of them were worn down and on the ground, near broken and their devotion to the lamb higher than it ever could be.


A true cult leader to the damned and the sinful, all with a devious smile on her face.


END