About how two needy sluts, get baptized by a she-bull

In the wilderness you can see a colossal bell-style war tent, erected in praise of Goddess Alvae, the cloth that it's made from is that of red-wine color golden adornments running at the base of the cloth in archaic Orcish patterns, training dummies are set-up right beside the tent, half of them broken, and half of them still standing waiting to be broken, the green grass around the tent is always lush, and full of colour, it illuminates the night sky when the day falls to the night, moving forward at the entrance to the tent you are greeted by two braziers that burn with eternal flame, passionate as Alvae herself.

As you enter the tent, you are surprised by the vast space that is present there, on left there is a spacious forge, lined with weapons, tools, and materials of old : Lava rocks, Metals, Minerals, Glass, various fibers and mediums. The forge fire is unending as it will burn as long as Alvae lives and breaths. The weapon rack is near by as it holds various axes, swords, hammers, poles, two-handed weapons, great hammers.

On your left there is a big round table adorned with ornaments, various maps of different worlds lie atop of it, near rotund table there is a bookcase filled with ancient texts, scrolls, books of power, books of magic, treasure maps... Exquisitely crafted wooden chairs that can hold even Alvae's weight are pushed under the table, two more braziers are near them serving as a light and heat source

As you walk forward and climb two steps, your feet can feel a soft floor, it's lined with expensive furs from wild, and exotic animals, you will be greeted by two guarding lions, they will deem you worthy to be in my presence, the ceiling is illuminated with hanging braziers, as one-eyed ravens sit atop them, staring into your soul, if guardian lions will judge you worthy you will proceed... on far right side there is a a place filled with soft silky red, adorned with golden engravings pillows where breeding sow reside, filled with alluring and sexual incense mixed with Alvae's musk, bringing out lust and desire. If you are lucky to be worthy to address the throne, you can gaze at the magnificence of it. The throne is made from solid unbreakable & unbowable steel atop of dais, it is fused with fire magic charring it to ebony black colour, adorned with various skulls and bones of my enemies that perished in my never-ending conquest. Walking further and deeper inside, behind the titanic throne, there is a vast open space, it was Alvae's personal bedroom, this part of the tent was open to the public, as anyone who is willing can come and worship the Bull of this land, the never ending hardened COCK always in need of proper drain-age and worship, as Alvae outputs copious amounts of semen during the night time

Lunara :
The very curvy cow slid into the tent, her body covered by silken red robes and her face covered with a marble white mask, delicately painted upon the mask was a simple smile along with one feminine eye, her covered hands bared a gift for the huntress, a thick and round cake, white icing on as smoothly applied to it as inside was a molten chocolate core, oozing with sweetness. She slowly wandered, a slice of the fattening treat ready to be eaten and savoured, of course her kind gesture could just be taken as an incoherent and rather nervous scare as her mouth was too afraid to roll out the words, her body was intensely curvy, the robe merely acted like a skin tight suit, especially around her chest, groin and bottom, only allowing a small shroud to give her heeled feet space. She nearly dropped the platter as her eyes slowly gazed upward, a hulking green woman stood In front of her, her sheer size made her legs tremble, her scent made her groin soak into the crimson robe and dampen her legs as she crossed them to cover it, and her rather sufficient bulge made her blush through the mask. This is as the first time Lunara had ever laid eyes in the huntress, and she was already hooked.

Melina :
Melina sauntered into the tent with an obtuse and sizable object on her back. Covered in red cotton and bound in enchanted rope that hummed with an unnatural vibration. When she was three meters away from the dais she knelt down and lowered her head in respect to her God-King. She snapped her fingers and the golden buckle across her chest opened up and gave way for the wrappings and cotton to pull off seamlessly, the bindings disappearing in a puff of reddish-pink smoke. Melina grasped the handle of the odd and otherworldly war hammer and held it in her raised palms as a gift to the Iron Cock of Kirkjufell. It looked hellish in appearance; its pommel a small skull, its handle threaded with enchanted and empowered steel that was welded into the masterful Urukhal craftwork. The hammer's head was bulky and rugged, at its center was a vertically oriented eye that glowed with a fiery intensity, the retinas curling into the metal of the weapon. It gave off a molten heat that was unbearable to those within its reach, Melina's own wards doing the bare minimum to keep her at a constant sweat. "I-I bring to you, O Fierce King, a gift that could break the seas with a single swing. A hammer that would bring shame to the Aesir Pantheon and cripple that one eyed king. Forged in the fires of Muspelheim, tempered and tested in the cold realm of Niflheim. With it in your grasp no task is indominable, no clash insurmountable. As your cow slut and aspiring Court Mage I humbly serve and fulfill my duty to progress your will in bringing you this weapon of malice and punishment." The mage went prostrate before Alvae, presenting herself as well as the cursed warhammer to her God-King

Lunara :

Lunara glanced over at Melina', seeing such a divine and unique gift being offered up to the goddess of the hunt, she stared down towards her cake, she had worked her hardest on this gift, trying her best to make a good first impression, only to have it smashed in her face and smeared onto her eyes, burning her with her own efforts and joy, she whimpered, taking her puny gift away as tears dripped from behind the mask, she wandered out of the bedroom and threw her cake to the floor, crushing it like her dreams as she ran out. She was determined to stand out and try and get some credit for trying, it the cake wasn’t enough she would have to ramp it up far far more, something that would crush that puny warhammer into dust and make her look like a star, of course she liked melina and she did wish her the best, but this was a competition to be bred. A few hours she walked back, her whole body was bare, naked as a baby while her face was still covered in a red hood with the Same porcelain mask, this time marked with a lewd tongue licking at a heart shaped cheek, her body bounced happily as she walked, standing next to Melina after some sound advice, her entire body was drizzled in syrup and chocolate, her nipples had red liquorice wrapped around them as sprinkles were placed where her pubic hair should be, as her long legs went up milk chocolate mixed with white before going back to milk again, transforming herself into an entertaining and delicous treat

Alvae :
I was looking at both of my new followers, whilst sitting on my Goddess throne, peering into their eyes, as the guardian lions were sitting right behind me, snapping my two fingers, and they disappear into the brazier that stand near by that illuminates me to those two offerings, both bodily, and both delicious to take. I stand up from my God-King of a seat, and slowly move my way towards both needy sluts, stepping down from the dais slowly, as my mammoth of a cock sways like pendulum that is going to cast a Judgement on both of pigs beneath me. First was a peculiar what seemed like a court mage with a worthy offering of My name, a hammer crafted in style of my kin, I grin runs over my face, as I take the handle into my strong rough palms, the air ripples around me, muscles tense, shift, and grow to accommodate the power of this Great Hammer, as I bring it closer to my face, the eye speaks to me, in my own language "Ég er í þjónustu þinni" taking it from mages hand's she can finally breathe. I look down on her prostrating body and grin saying in low, and sultry voice "Rise, cow-bitch, and kiss my bulbous COCK, your weapon was a worthy offering, I shall crush and punish anyone that dares to defy my Iron will" I swing the weapon around, as it casts off intense burning heat, that melts the chocolate of another sleeve that is so eager to join in ranks of my loyal worshippers. Taking my massive totem pole, I present it to Melina's eager & loyal face "Drink from this hose, my cum will nourish you, it will be your food, your drink, anything that comes from ME, is precious

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