The woman in a blue cloak, and blue heels begins ascending up the stairs of the monastery. When she reaches the last stair, the huge doors open for her.
She heads inside and finds a monk waiting for her. He smiles and she
removes her hood and smile back and bows.
"Welcome Alison, how's England this time of year?"
"Can't complain, how have been doing?"
"Farely well, are you hungry?"
"Yes, very hungry."
"Very well let's commence with the ritual."
Alison removes her cloak revealing her nude body. She has C-cup breasts with red nipples, freshly trimmed pussy, brown eyes and blonde, typical western woman, the monk notes but she was all natural. He met many westerners, the majority were American and store bought, something he greatly disliked, another thing he hated was their smugness. Alison had been like that once but nearly killed due to it, which humbled her.
She came to India seeking understanding after casting off the shackles of Christianity and now two years later she was ready.
He watches her as she purifies herself in the sacred waters of Garuda. A few minutes later she exits the waters and he takes her by the hand and guides her in front of the statue of Garuda.
He begins chanting while she stood there still nude. "Oh great Garuda, this beautiful western woman wishes to be blessed by you, please take her into consideration."
Nothing happens.
"Oh great Garuda, this beautiful western woman wishes to be blessed by you, please take her into consideration."
The eyes of the Garuda statue glow red.
"He's displeased with you. Do you wish to continue with the ritual?"
"Yes."
"Then show him how hungry you are."
Alison gets down on her knees and begins cupping her bare left breast. She lets out a moan as she inserts her fingers into her naked pussy. "Oh Garuda!"
The monk resumes chatting, "Oh great Garuda, this beautiful western woman wishes to be blessed by you, please take her into consideration."
Alison's moans were getting louder. She switches breasts and rubs her hard clit. She falls on her back. "Garuda, Garuda!"
The monk looks back at her in her compromising position and was for a moment tempted to assist but knew he could not. This was Alison's trial, she had to prove how hungry she was for Garuda's greatness.
Alison was now on stomach with her butt wiggling towards the Garuda statue. "Garuda, Garuda!" Her fluid were emerging and running down her legs. She removes her fingers and licks a little of it before letting the rest run out on the floor. Her fluid has to be present for Garuda.
"Oh great Garuda, this beautiful western woman wishes to be blessed by you, please take her into consideration."
Alison rubs her fluid across her face and some on her breasts. She proceeds to twist and pull her nipples. They were starting to get hard like her clit. Ten minutes later she cums.
The monk smiles and chants again. "Oh great Garuda, this woman though plagued by violence and drugs in the past has known no man for she is a virgin. Since her arrival on the path of enlightenment she's made herself clean. Please let her receive your greatness."
He turns to Alison who was still on the floor resting. "Keep going, you must prove yourself."
"Yes." This time she begins playing her right breast while using her left fingers to massage her clit. Another moan escapes her lips. "Garuda, Garuda! Oh please accept me!"
"Oh great Garuda, see how much this woman eagerly awaits you. She wishes to receive your greatness, please oh great Garuda."
Alison sticks her whole hand inside. "Oh Garuda!" She increases speed with her hand. She spits on her right hand and spreads the saliva around the areola and finally the nipple itself.
"Oh great Garuda, see how this woman tenderizes herself in anticipation for your greatness. Please accept her."
"Ohhh, ahghh, Garuda!"
The monk smiles again. Alison was close again. "Prove yourself worthy of Garuda."
She has one hand stroaking her clit while the other hand is still pumping inside. "Garuda, ahhhh yess, GARUDA!" With that a spray comes gushing out.
There was a shake and the statue's eyes glow white. The cry of an eagle could be
heard and then flying into the monastery was a creature. His body was muscular like the manner of a normal man but he had wings and the face of an eagle.