Chapter 571: The Ceremony
Entranced, Roma walked forward, her legs soon wrapping around Laz’s head as he dove in. He wasn’t just making a joke when he said he wanted to taste the rainbow either as the small tuff of hair that his nose was now against was also rainbow colored.
As for the flavor... it was truly the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, like licking a natural sugar that coated your tongue and assaulted your senses.
Roma, who had never experience a man before, couldn’t help but shudder at this sensation. She wasn’t a complete virgin, having long sense enjoyed the feeling of women and toys. She has also broken more than one man in her time here... after all, she just needed some of the lifeforce of men, that didn’t need to involve penetration. Some would even say that ejaculation with the lack of it was true bliss and Roma knew how to give men and women that very thing.
But right now, at this very moment, none of that matter as much as the tongue of this strange man who conversed with gods like equals.
’I can’t... even think...’
Her mind was going blank with the feeling of his tongue deep inside her. Her entire body shuddered before she even understood what was happening and if it wasn’t for the strong hands on her ass, keeping her upright, she would have fallen down.
While drinking to his hearts content, Laz was still paying attention to what was going on around him as the grand ceremony was going on all over the place, being directed by the select few who had both experience and restraint.
Once the juices of Roma hit the blankets of the altar, a sizzling sound, very slight to the ears but audible, rang out as some of the corruption dissolved.
"Success," Laz said, both about the result and about Roma herself.
Roma’s body slide down Laz’s her tight ass resting in his lap as her heavy breathing and panting was the only sound she made.
"Don’t tell me the great disciple of the lust god is done with only this much?" Laz whispered in her ear, bringing her back.
"You wish," She replied as she began rocking her hips, her strange. multicolored eyes directly staring into Laz’s golden ones.
"Your turn," she continued as she lifted herself up and arched her back, allowing Laz’s holy weapon to stand straight and firm before her hungry lips began to devour it.
"So... fucking... tight..." Laz said, as the pressure from her walls was like breaking through a stone wall.
"You’ve gone where no man has been before. Let’s just hope you don’t run away before showing me if the legends of the Asura are true... or simply exaggerated myth," Roma whispered into Laz’s ear as she slowly forced him deeper into her, until even her stomach was bulging at the effort of containing his monster.
"For one to look down upon his glorious tool, you sure don’t no your place," came a voice Laz hadn’t expected to hear.
Looking to the side, Laz saw Amira had joined them on the altar and had removed her clothes, covered now in only silk wraps that didn’t leave anything to the imagination. What was more, her eyes had gone white, looking like she was blind but could somehow see.
Both Laz and Roma where shocked by this, but Dalia was the most floored at her sister’s actions.
"AMIRA!" She yelled, but Amira didn’t hear it.
"Come my king, show this lowly slave her place," Amira insisted as she stood behind Roma and pushed down on her shoulders, causing every last inch of Laz to be forcefully drilled into her.
Roma gasped in shock and pain as her eyes started gazing upwards as her head tilted back.
"Amira?" Laz questioned, looking at the woman.
"Your presence has awakened me, my king. My people used to serve yours, many years ago. I apologize for being so blind in your great presence," Amira said, bowing low but not removing her hands from Roma’s body.
"Your people hmm?" Laz said, knowing that his full Asura form had done something to her, but what he couldn’t guess.
"Forgive me my king, but perhaps it is better to focus on the situation at hand. For you to help a lowly god with such a task... His reward better be worth it," Amira said with a look of disdain on her face as she turned her pure white eyes to a certain place in the room.
’She sees me?’ The lust god thought to themselves, taken slightly aback.
Amira moved her gaze back to Roma quickly enough and began rocking her body.
"Come foolish woman. Since you have joined my king in this conquest, you should be doing your part at the very least," Amira said with a frown.
"Sister. Come here," Amira pointed to Dalia who was now slightly scared, but didn’t hesitate to listen.
"Come sister. Your bloodline might be repressed thanks to the techniques you practice here, but even at your core, you should know who you are," Amira said, laying a free hand on Dalia who was now kneeling in front of her. When Dalia’s head came back up, her eyes had gone white as well.
"Of course sister. Forgive me. I can feel it now," Dalia said, her voice going just as silky sweet as Amira’s, but still sounding like her.
Laz could see a shadow behind both of them as their power was rising. He didn’t know what had happened, but it seemed like their bloodlines had received a boost. As for the shadow Laz saw, it was blindfolded, draped in gold with only small swaths of silk covering it’s body. It was both enchanting and haunting at the same time.
Dalia got up on to the altar and while Amira continued to rock Roma’s body on Laz’s length, Dalia stood in front of the orgasming woman and slapped her across the face.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
It was only after the third slap that Roma had come back to herself, her cheeks now both a puffy red color.
"Good. Now do your duty whore. My king’s pleasure shall not wait for you," Dalia said, as she then proceeded to lie down next to Laz and from somewhere, produced a bowl of grapes. Wrapping Laz’s arm around her waist and she slid in close, she then began to feed Laz’s grapes, sometimes with her hand, other times with her mouth, leading in them kissing.
Not to be outdone, Amira slid on to the other side of Laz, ad wrapped his other hand around her own waist as a large goblet appear in her hand, bring it to Laz’s lips between her sister’s grapes and allowing him to drink. For her special service, she also would sometimes take a drink herself and transfer to Laz’s mouth with a kiss, all the while Roma thrusted her hips like crazy as her stomach bulged in and out with each impaling of Laz’s member.
Like a hose that couldn’t be turned off, Roma drenched the area underneath them as dissolving corruption wisped into the air, only to disappear seconds later, before it could harm anyone near it.
’Can’t believe I’m doing cleaning in my own temple,’ the lust god thought, but still with a smile on it’s face. It could see the effectiveness of this ceremony and knew that if it was completed, the temple really would be theirs as the altar was the anchor for the entire structure.
Laz was in heaven. He didn’t even have to move as Roma took on all of the work of that herself. On top of that, Amira and Dalia were both his pillows and his arms, feeding him, caressing him. They even would, at times, reach out their arms and grope Roma’s breasts, causing the already excited woman to scream in pleasure and orgasm once again, as though their touch was able to cause the rainbow woman to go crazy.
After ten minutes of such high quality treatment, Laz could finally feel his climax coming on and without even having to say anything, Dalia and Amira snuggled in close as Laz’s hands grabbed on hard to their asses. They, in turn, reached over and both yanked hard on Roma’s colorful nipples causing her body to arched back from the stimulation and she clenched tightly, forcing Laz to tumble over the edge.
The entire room shook as Laz’s guttural growls echoed loudly while Amira and Dalia rubbed their already wet honey pots on to his legs as they kept pulling hard on Roma, making her clench even tighter.
Wave after wave of orgasm engulfed Laz as his shot each load into her, emptying himself deep within.
As he finished, he lay back slightly, only to watch Roma’s shaking body continue to convulse on top of him.
"Get her up," Amira ordered her already moving sister.
They pried Roma off from Laz and forced her legs apart. Without even looking for approval, Amira inserted her fingers into Roma’s shaking body and began to remove all the globs Laz had injected her with, smearing the blankets of the altar with it and causing the dissolving to go into overdrive.
Once Amira was content with her work, she stood up and guided Roma back to the edge where Brittany had been looking on in delight, having forced one of the woman waiting in line for her turn to go down on her and please her as she watched the show.
"Send up the next sacrifice dear," Amira said with a smile, to which Brittany smiled back.
"You. Go!" Brittany commanded the petit redhead who was standing next in line with her legs crossed, almost like she couldn’t stop herself from dripping.
"Don’t waste too many of them, or it will be your job next," Amira said, taking the young girl’s hand and leading her over to a still rock hard Laz.
"Don’t tempt me with a good time," Brittany said with a laugh before grabbing the blonde head between her legs and pushing her it hard into her.
"Looks like I finally found my kind of guy," Brittany then said with another giggle before a wave of pleasure washed over her, causing her to soak the blonde woman’s head.
