Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Three loads of cum had been pumped into the lovely young woman, but she had so many more to go before she would be granted any rest. At least the next man got her off her knees, rolling her over to her back to take her. She looked up at the man who would be fourth to take her this evening, younger the the others, even handsome, if she were being honest with herself. He pulled her body close to his, her breasts pressing up against his hard muscular chest, her legs wrapped around his slender waist. She cried long and loud as he penetrated her, testing the limits of her depth with his length. She clung to him, as he plundered her deeply each time. This one was the first that felt remotely pleasurable to her. She couldn't figure out if it was his technique, pressing the tip of his cock against the sensitive spot deep within her, or the runes Isolde had drawn on her, to ensure she gained some pleasure from this ritual. Whatever the case, his deep strokes had awaken something in her, something potent. She moaned loudly now, her body responding to this cock, her legs pulling her in tighter, her nails finding some outlet digging into his back. She held this man tightly as he fucked her, growing nervous as he friends tried to pull him off. Please, she cried out, begging pathetically, more...more... don't stop, she told the man thrusting into her. He might have though he was raping a helpless victim, but she was into it. Her cries grew louder and louder, her legs tighter and tighter, her nails digging deeper and deeper, drawing blood. Her core was tightening, and her pussy was holding him in place, make each hard thrust into her incredibly snug. She buried her head in his chest as she came, just before he did her body throbbing from pleasure. She was breathing hard as the fifth man mounted her. Still dazed from her potent orgasm, she didn't pay him any attention, just tried to catch her breath. He seemed to have some trouble entering her, as slippery as she was with seed and her own wetness. When he finally did manage to enter her, he drew a sharp shriek from her lips, as his dense meat had cruel parted her lower set. As wet and full of cum as she was, it was a tight fit, his meaty member stretching out her cunt far more than any other man had previously. She whined as this one fucked her, each stab feeling as though it would tear her apart. Thankfully he was done quickly, adding his seed to the rest. She laid on the blanket, spread eagle and motionless, her gaping hole seeping with excess cum. How much more could she possibly take? How man more mean would know the feel of her pussy gripping their cocks. She wasn't given a chance to think on it, as another man took his place between her legs, giving her a few quick pumps before spilling his seed. Three more men followed his lead, pumping their seed into her battered slit and passing her along, for the next man to have his turn. As the tenth man moved in to mount her, Isolde stepped in, Placing her folded cloak under Lynneth's ass, lifting her body off the ground just a bit. As the man got into position, Isolde held the girl's legs, placing her ankles on the man's shoulders. Hold her like that for awhile, We can't afford to lose any seed from her vessel. Isolde instructed the man, as he pushed himself into her swollen cunt.