User blog:Sullivan Monroe/Tales of the Brothel - The Cruxidicktion

'Sup, name's Sullivan and this is Tales of the Brothel, where I post any kind of short tale, because it my blog, and not yours. This is my first try with the genre, both MG and Pr0n, pardon my English and Grammar, its not my mother language and I have never been on proper english class (I'm kinda self-taught). So, I present, The Cruxidicktion.

The Cruxidicktion
It was midnight, the bell toll for one last time on the old abandoned chapel over the hill. Moans of an unknown being scared the village folk of visiting that accursed place:

- “Oh...Yes…God, thank you! ♥” The sweet sound of a maiden’s voice, so pure yet so ominous, pray-like melody “Ah…! AH…!”

Each moan resonated through the town as a banshee’s scream, scaring, yet marveling the townsfolk. The glimmer of the night lured someone else to the town, a visitor, you. Searching for a place to stay, you tried each inn, but none accepted someone would could not pay for the services. You decided to try the chapel; God certainly would not close its door to you, a wandering scholar in search for ancient knowledge.

You approach the large door, only to find that it is locked. Confused, you decide to enter through the back. As you make your way past the stained glass windows, you see several shadows behind the glass, and continue along your way. At the back door, you pull hard and the door makes a loud creak, as it swings open. You begin to walk inside:

- “Oh…a fine visitor we have... ♥” A cold, deadly voice invites you to the deep of the old chapel “Hohoho…fear not, I don’t bite…too much~! A-hohoho~!”

As you go deeper, you start hearing the moans of women, moans of an exciting pleasure, and a cold embrace slowly taking over your shoulders. You walk down the spiral stairs, and gaze upon a mesmerizing scene. Not one, not three, but five Dark Priestess indulging in violent sex, thrusting their fingers on their pussy. A shadowy figure watches over it, licking her lips with hunger for something else, something she could find in you.

She opens her beautiful robes as if they were wings and takes flight, gracefully landing in front of you:

- “I am Riah, the leader of this coven, enchanted to meet you~! ♥” Riah is a slender vampire in a glorious hourglass silhouette, her silver hair shines like the metal. You could feel the cold embrace of death taking over you, as she gets closer “It was the destiny…since I took over this place I always wanted a true man…the last one did not last too long before he became…dust.” Her hands slides back and forth, her nails touch your neck and her eyes touch your soul

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Her servants immediately stop the coitus and gather around you, they hold you captive. In fear, you wish to escape, but deep, deep down, you do not want to leave. The bell tolls once more, as the priestess hands unravel your clothing:

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“…I will teach you an unforgettable lesson, my dear…the oldest of the passages of our bible – “And the Lord sayeth, taketh the D.” – and so will I…” Riah and her group assaults you in fever, a once-in-a-lifetime lesson you will never forget

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Each priestess rubbed their glorious breasts over you, watching as your stick grow mighty, one bites your ears, another bites your lips. Their master taught all about the Art of Sexual Arousal – No Pain No Gain. Their sharp nails marked your body with scratches, and scratch by scratch, small portions of blood slipped through your body:

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">- “Oh! ♥ Tainted for me? Hurt for me? Let me taint your soul red, as I taint mine white! ♥ <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">” Riah ordered her minions to back off her prey, you were her dream, you were the prey she long awaited, and the priestess patiently watched her master ravage your body

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Each bloody part of your body was sucked by her vicious tongue; your lips, painted by her own. She thrusts her back and forth like the bell, while chanting the bible:

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">- “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord; thoughts of sex, not abstinence; for that’s all its worth!” All of the Ave Maria and Amen were recited, she thrusts her teeth on your neck and lewdly watches your eyes become hollow, she feeds on your energy, and her minions, feed on her excitement

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">- “Look at me, my lord! Look at my obscene feelings, and be proud of your daughter! Be proud of us! Grant us the D! Grant us the D!” Her nails slip through your seemingly deceased body, as the feeling of gratitude burns on her soul; she drags you to an even deeper part of the chapel, and indulge in one last orgy with her minions

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">You wake up upstairs, confused yet happy, Riah kisses you and it all comes together – You are her husband, the father of this chapel, of this cult. The bell tolls once more, announcing the glimmer of a twisted midnight. You open the doors of the chapel, the priestess prepare the sermon, as you glide through the town with your beloved wife.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">You wished ancient knowledge, and you discovered it. A scholar, not anymore, you now teach the word of the fallen god, as each word corrupts the women of the village. You and Riah happily watch over the Town, as each men and woman live, as Lord wanted – Naked, in an everlasting coitus. For whenever a maiden fulfill Lord’s wish, the bell will toll, and for as long as it is done, it will toll harder, back and forth.

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