WARNING! VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND GORE
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"My lord requests that you see to his needs," the thin man said, gesturing toward the short prince with one of his bony hands.
Master Zile was a goblin of a man, and in the rare event that he rose from his gold-embroidered pillow he stood only about two feet off the ground.
Rozale raised an eyebrow at the demand, uncertain if she should allow such an abuse.
"Well ...? Get to it, cunt," his servant said as Rozale considered him. "He's already firm, you have an easy job."
Rozale looked down at prince Zile's leg. She could just make out the shape of his erect penis pressed along his inner thigh.
She took a gulp of wine from her chalice, filling her mouth and setting the vessel down atop a bookshelf. The massive system of caves around them had many of the comforts of modern life despite being a hideout for dissidents.
She looked up at Zile's obnoxious servant with resentment in her gaze, then wiped her mouth with her wrist and drew her silken robe to the side revealing her shaved sex.
"Mouth only, whore," the wiry man said with a sneer, "wouldn't want to get with child before the ritual, would we?"
Rozale stifled a laugh, grinning as she savored her drink, her fingers caressing the moist folds of her cunt. She wasn't a whore but she knew how to avoid getting pregnant at least.
She was arch magistress of Calun Bayul. She still held that title despite their Emperor, The almighty Sarazune, declaring himself the one and only god, and restructuring every religion in his empire to fit that false reality.
The new temple was a shadow of its former self, and Calun Bayul's true followers now lived and made sacrifice in the caverns around her.
Rozale stepped closer to Zile and knelt, reaching between his legs and drawing his cock out of his pants. He had a surprisingly long member for such a small man and he stared at Rozale with disdain in his eyes as she stroked it, her hand moving gently along his length.
She knew better than to ask him to stand, and leaned down so that her cheek was nearly between his legs, her ass in the air as she licked the fat head of his erection. She breathed in and was pleasantly surprised by the smell as she put her lips to the bulb of his penis and sucked the wetness from its tip.
Flowery scents filled her nostrils as she moved her tongue around the inside of his foreskin, gathering his precum. She felt him pull at her robe, exposing her olive colored butt to both men as she kissed the end of his member and felt his shaft grow rock hard between her fingers.
"It smells nice," Rozale said, touching her lips to the soft wet head of Zile's penis. She felt his knobby fingers in her hair and grunted as he tugged at her head, dragging her mouth down around his shaft.
The squat man managed a strong hip thrust as he sat in his pillow, thrusting his cock into the back of Rozale's throat and leaving it there.
"Mnnnggh," she choked as he pressed his fat balls against her lips and stood up awkwardly, a knot of her black hair tangled around his small fist. He held her head up and let his pants drop completely as he took her with sudden, rude pushes, his chubby groin smacking against her face.
"My master's cock is cleansed and bathed three times a day," his wormy servant declared as Zile's balls beat roughly against Rozale's lips. She stifled another laugh as she guessed who it was who likely did the bathing.
"Mmmh," she grunted, tasting thick slime along the underside of his cock, the residue of his lust coating her tongue and palate while she swayed on hands and knees to lessen the impact of his groin against her nose.
Rozale felt cool air against her exposed pussy as Zile thrust his fully aroused prick between her wet lips. For years Rozale had had her pick of men from among the followers of her order. They would come to her looking for Calun Bayul's blessings in love and she was both their medium and teacher.
She felt Zile's saliva slicked shaft slide across her tongue and strike deep in her throat, gagging her while his servant watched. She missed those times. She wanted a strong young man to make love to her, even if he thought it was their god he was having intercourse with.
No sorceress of Calun Bayul was a whore before her. They communed with their god through the burning of incense and enjoyed the company of his finest servants, but always of their own volition, and never for profit.
It was a good life, being a chosen of Calun Bayul, or at least, it had been.
Rozale heard Zile's breathing intensify as he rocked his hips back and drove his drooling cock into her mouth, the impact of his sweating lap making her tits shake inside her robe. She wished he would just take her cunt and spare her dignity. She could feel the warm mixture of saliva and precum stick to her cheeks as he took her by the head, his balls slapping against her lips, her scalp already aching as he pulled at her with his stubby fingers.
His hips surged and his penis swelled against Rozale's tongue as she sucked its stiffened length. She felt the surface of his erection grow completely firm and she knew to expect his seed. Then without even a whimper from Zile his cum splashed her palate.
Rozale hummed softly as the small man came, his cock throbbing, pumping thick gouts of seed against the roof of her mouth. She felt her cunt grow moist under the cool air, tasting his salty orgasm, his load pooling around her teeth as he ejaculated.
She felt her cheeks burn as a single bead of wetness trickled from her exposed pussy. Just knowing that this man could do anything to get her aroused made Rozale want to find the deepest chasm in the ancient fortress city, and throw herself in it.
"Mmmm hmmm," she sighed, swaying forward and back, her lips hugging the sides of Zile's shaft as creamy cum oozed from its tip. Spit and seed sloshed about between her cheeks with every shove of his hips, and Rozale blushed while Zile took her by the earlobes, ramming his girthy cock into her cum-filled mouth, milking every last drop of his orgasm into her.
"Mmmmnng," she groaned, feeling the stuff cling to her lips and coat his balls as his slick erection slid across her tongue.
"Make sure and lap up every bit of it," the thin man behind her demanded. His voice was closer this time and Rozale was sure he was staring at her cunt. Rozale drew her lips back along Zile's slippery erection, sucking the cum and saliva around its head, cradling the salty goop with her tongue before swallowing it.
The chosen aren't whores ... she let the notion fade into the back of her mind while she went to work licking and kissing his balls to gather all that had spilled from her mouth.
"I am a whore," she thought. "This man has made a whore out of me." There was no point in denying it any longer. She had invited Zile into the cavern city, invited him into her home in the hopes that his claim to the throne would draw in enough support to start a rebellion, and now here she was, sucking his cock.
"Oh well," she thought as she dragged her tongue along the underside of Zile's penis, then surrounded its bulbous head with her lips and let them glide down its smooth length again. The sacrifices she'd made for her people were still minor compared to the many souls who had died opposing the emperor.
"That's enough, the ritual begins in less than an hour," his servant said in his whiny, impatient tone. Rozale's mouth slipped off the tip of Zile's cock and she wiped her face with her hand as she stood up.
She looked at the metallic figurine that symbolized Calun Bayul's will while Zile's servant barked more orders. She ignored his words. Rozale knew the details of this ritual better than anyone, she'd translated the scrolls herself.
She'd been both amazed and afraid when Zile brought that thing back from the western kingdoms. They weren't supposed to exist anymore, the keys to power over heaven.
Without thinking Rozale slipped out of the large study and into the main cavern, descending the treacherously worn steps to the large platform where her followers gathered.
She looked back at the massive stone golem carved from the bedrock, it's shoulders hunched and its hands pressed against the cavern ceiling.
"Atonzik, he who rules the heavens and the earth," Rozale thought to herself, recalling the passages carved into reliefs around the colossal temple guardian. It was said that if Calun Bayul willed it, Atonzik would rise and flood the world.
Upon reaching the bottom of the steps Rozale was surrounded by a throng of women who began stripping her naked and tending her with oils and moistened cloth. Their brushes, caked with cold paint, gave her goosebumps as they traced patterns onto her bare flesh.
It felt odd being here between these girls, about to go through the actual rite of ending. She had taught many of them, brought them into the fold with her words and soft touches. Now they were basting her like a sacrificial lamb, drawing blue circles around her areolas, dribbling sweet smelling fluid onto her butt and letting it trickle across her asshole.
"Ahem," one of them indicated with a conservative gesture before stepping back. Rozale knew what was expected. She sat down on the altar and spread her legs, then looked away as the slender girl moved in close, putting the brush to her labia and painting around her cunt. This pattern was designed to promote fertility, she recalled.
