The old woman crouched and spread Jorlysa's legs. She pushed her dress and cloak back, revealing the girl's under garments. The old women took her dagger and cut them away, leaving Jorlysa's sex exposed to the cold, night sky. The old woman lowered her head and looked closely, her old finger pulling back part of Jorlysa's tender inner lips.
"She's untouched." The old woman declared. She then took a bottle and poured oil on Jorlysa's exposed sex, annointing it. The old woman then stood and opened her robe. Jorlysa got to her knees and kissed the woman between the legs.
"Thank you, matron." She said. Then others gathered around and removed all of her clothing. Jorlysa was shivering, despite the raging bonfires. The group then began to chant, pouring oils on her breasts, shoulders, and back. When they were done they robed her in ceremonial garments.
"Kneel, maid of the Mythic Dawn. We who will be delivered by you actions wish to fortify you with our life force, as is the custom."
Jorlysa knelt and the male cult members encircled her, reaching under their robes to stroke themselves. Each in succession approached her, vigorously rubbing his erection. Jorlysa opened her mouth and each member in turn released his seed, cumming into her waiting mouth. They were chanting in the Daedric language as she swallowed load after load, each member depositing his seed in turn.
When the last member shook the last drop of cum into her mouth, she arrose. The member who had greeted her took her by the hand and lead her up the long staircase to the shrine of Mehrunes Dagon.
"Now, the Dremora will not attack you, but they will not talk with you. They were spawned for one purpose - to rut you continually until you are pleasing to Lord Dagon, then you can conceive. They will not be gentle..." he trailed off.
Jorlysa climbed the last staircase alone, for the Dremora would have killed the human male on sight. As she crested the landing, she saw four Dremora, one representing each arm of Lord Dagon, waiting. It was terribly windy and snowy at the summit, she almost lost footing several times. One Dremora stepped forward and took her firmly by the arm, directing her inside the shrine.
"A Mythic Offering" 2/?
"She's untouched." The old woman declared. She then took a bottle and poured oil on Jorlysa's exposed sex, annointing it. The old woman then stood and opened her robe. Jorlysa got to her knees and kissed the woman between the legs.
"Thank you, matron." She said. Then others gathered around and removed all of her clothing. Jorlysa was shivering, despite the raging bonfires. The group then began to chant, pouring oils on her breasts, shoulders, and back. When they were done they robed her in ceremonial garments.
"Kneel, maid of the Mythic Dawn. We who will be delivered by you actions wish to fortify you with our life force, as is the custom."
Jorlysa knelt and the male cult members encircled her, reaching under their robes to stroke themselves. Each in succession approached her, vigorously rubbing his erection. Jorlysa opened her mouth and each member in turn released his seed, cumming into her waiting mouth. They were chanting in the Daedric language as she swallowed load after load, each member depositing his seed in turn.
When the last member shook the last drop of cum into her mouth, she arrose. The member who had greeted her took her by the hand and lead her up the long staircase to the shrine of Mehrunes Dagon.
"Now, the Dremora will not attack you, but they will not talk with you. They were spawned for one purpose - to rut you continually until you are pleasing to Lord Dagon, then you can conceive. They will not be gentle..." he trailed off.
Jorlysa climbed the last staircase alone, for the Dremora would have killed the human male on sight. As she crested the landing, she saw four Dremora, one representing each arm of Lord Dagon, waiting. It was terribly windy and snowy at the summit, she almost lost footing several times. One Dremora stepped forward and took her firmly by the arm, directing her inside the shrine.