the first time I feel your touch it's as if heaven itself has graced me my head
is bowed I'm dressed in the robes of a lamb I'm on my knees in the church nave
praying you stand before me and I feel your hand on my head I'm so happy tears
begin to well up your touch lasts only for a second before you move on but in
that moment I know I am closer to God I feel your divinity when you walk away
the deacons are on me they grab my arms and pull me to my feet I see you walking
among the kneeling flock I see you touch other women two three four maidens they
are all young and beautiful like me and the deacon sees them by the arms as well
they don't need to we would follow you through burning cinders but as I take a
step I find my knees are shaking the deacons keep me steady and I am grateful
the flock continues to chant the eternal harmony we lucky maidens are escorted out
of the nave through the chancel and into a narrow hallway behind your holy altar
my breath catches when I realize the honor we are to be given two of the
maidens swoon nearly falling when they see what lies ahead the deacons are
taking us to your private sanctum the corridor to your sanctum is old made of
time-worn stone coal braziers burn on either side of your door and were made
to stand before the flames strip we are told we do so willingly quickly the
deacons receive our clothes our belongings which are tossed onto the
brazier the heat washes over us as our earthly possessions are consumed and the
smiles on our faces are serene at least I am serene until I see that she has
arrived with the deacons as the fifth maiden and my smile withers maidens are
supposed to be chosen for elegance grace and devotion but I know her she was
chosen because it's an affront to God to hide her body behind clothes her hair
is swirled honey her curves are generous and sweet her gaze is sharp as she looks
at us lesser maidens in her eyes and her smile becomes condescending the deacons
bring four black veils to cover our faces and one white veil for the bride
she doesn't act surprised on the deacons adorn her wrists ankles and neck with
gold cord and lower the short white veil over her face she walks pert and proudly
clad in firelight to your door and I fucking hate her when you open the
sanctum you've changed as well you have abandoned your robes and you stand
breathtakingly naked with the elder helm covering your face the black marble
visage of the first God contrast with your top muscles your erect cock your
hard eyes you look like you're ready to punish the unworthy I quiver imagining
what form your punishments might take but tonight you only have eyes for her
despite our collective feminine nakedness your gaze never leaves her I
feel myself and the other maidens shrink as you take your bride's wrist and lead
us into the sanctum a massive bed with rosewood posts it's surrounded by
candles you lay her on the bed and she rides slowly on the silk sheets we four
maidens on our black veil stand confused until you point to us indicating that we
should kneel when I hesitate you grab the back of my neck roughly and force
me down at the bedside you take my hands and press them together then you hold my
head down and your cock is so close to my face I can feel its warmth the other
maidens kneel at the corners as well and suddenly I'm a little girl again praying
at father's bedside you crawl across the bed and pull her gasping to her knees
near the foot of the bed is an altar of stone with a velvet covered book you
slap her ass so hard it makes the other maidens flinch and the one chosen for
you cries out then you press your palm to her back forcing her down on all fours
which puts her beautiful face level with the book pray you tell us and we begin
the eternal harmony I bumble the chance until I hear her cries as you enter her
she is an instant ecstasy bouncing as you plunge in and out of her and I hate
her in that moment I hate even with the mask that I can see how much you're
enjoying her body I hate how powerful she looks taking your cock and wild
breasts I hate how pretty she is moist and flushed I even hate that I care so
much that I feel her existence diminishes mine I watch through the
dark veil as she bounces on your cock pushing against you like a good slut and
the candles begin to flicker and wink out around the bed the circle darkens
and you slap her again and again turning her skin dark red in the shadows the
book you growl open it in rapture she reaches a shaking hand for the book my
voice falters in my prayers but the other maidens keep chanting a gust ripples
the sheets and extinguishes the candles shadows fall over the sanctum your bride
is pale and sweaty in the dying light and you look like a marble carving of
the first man your pelvis slapping powerfully against her ass she removes
the black velvet from the book and opens the cover leafing through it she acts
coy running a manicured fingernail over the ancient script she poses for you
looking back over her shoulder grinning that's when we see it the dark forces
the arms of the elders they reach from you in the night like ropes of shadow
like writhing snakes protruding from your shoulders and back shades of black
that slither around the bed posts the headboard and her we lesser maidens see
it through our veils but she does not the shadowed tentacles curl around her
thighs her stomach between her breasts the maidens have all stopped chanting we
are struck silent witnessing a miracle or maybe a curse as we watch the shadows
envelop her when the darkness closes around her throat she doesn't choke not
quite instead she draws in a long shuddering breath her fingers and toes
curl and her eyes go wide people refer to the air as nothing but to see someone
truly breathe nothing their lungs filled with nothingness is truly horrifying you
growl and bury yourself in her as she begins to thrash hovering in the
clutches of the shadows her eyes go white not from rolling back in her head
they turn pure white true white as if the elder God through you has taken her
sight she claws at her face with her manicured nails leaving long welts that
weep blood you huff and grunt behind the mask and I can tell you're close your
hands dig into her hips your cock hammering makes her flesh bounce she
screams and her horror swallowed by the black void that has entangled her I hear
your laughter booming as you spend your seat inside this vessel and her limbs
begin to shudder I reach down with one hand very slowly and I begin to touch
myself as I watch her being taken by forces dark and powerful and ancient