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Chapter 8 by FutaConnoisseur FutaConnoisseur

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Holy Matriarch Octavia

"become her Excellence's Holy Matriarch Octavia's personal tribute. Rebecca, you will escort him to her quarters. You know her Excellence is looking for a new male to 'guide'," the Archpriestess says. 'Shit' you think to yourself. Octavia is the youngest Holy Matriarch ever and you have heard many rumors when it came to her antics. Octavia is said to be no ordinary Futa, in fact, she has the biggest cock in the country if the rumors are accurate. Her appetite for rough sex and the ability to turn any man or futa into a bitch cum repository have made her legendary. This is surely a Futa you have no desire to meet.

Nervously you follow Rebecca who leads you in front of an imposing door at the end of a hall. You notice that even Rebecca is nervous as she timidly knocks. After hearing an assent to come in she opens the door. You gasp as you see Octavia for the first time. Octavia sits on a couch her arms splayed out over it and you have a full-frontal view of her naked body. She is 33 years old and stands about 6'0'' tall, with light-colored skin, and long, curly, blonde hair. All her luscious curves are on display, from her strong arms and large breasts to her full and powerful thighs. Octavia is strong and muscular, though she carries some extra fat distributed fairly evenly between her upper body, midsection, and thighs, giving her a softer, rounded appearance rather than a sculpted one. She exudes authority and has an air of confidence about her.

Most impressive of all, however, is the massive cock between her legs. It stands semi-erect, her shaft long, thick, and veiny, with a big head that already glistens with a dab of precum. You guess her cock has to be 21 inches long fully erect. At its base are a tuft of thick, but trimmed, hair and a large and swaying set of balls filled with copious amounts of cum. Your throat feels dry as you stare up at the meaty obelisk and your knees start to buckle as you follow the urge to kneel in awe of her efficacious presence. She watched your face with detached amusement.

Then Octavia walks towards you and Rebecca, her hips swaying back and forth, her member swinging left and right and her big balls jiggling along with it. Her eyes lock on yours, daring you to look down before she turns towards her Priestess.

"I take it that this is my new pet," she says in a commanding voice.

"Yes, your Excellence!" Rebecca's tone is incredibly docile; she seems to both respect and fear this Futa.

"Kneel when you talk to me!" The Holy Matriach shoots her Priestess a stern look.

"Yes, Miss Octavia." Then the formerly dominant Priestess gets on her knees at the foot of this Futanari.

"He is kind of cute. I hope for your sake that he's is still a virgin and under 21. I don't want to waste my time with some old used up whore. If this cock-sleeve doe-"

"Hey, I'm not-" you abruptly interrupt her to your own surprise.

"If you ever interrupt me again you will regret it for the rest of your life." Octavia's eyes narrowed and her tone darkened, but then she relaxed and smiled. "You see it's a huge honor for a lowly male like yourself to serve me. So I need to make sure you're worthy. So, Rebecca, he fulfills my standards right?"

"Of course your Excellence. Dougie is a 19-year-old virgin and a Highschool student just like you like it."

"Thanks, Rebecca that will be all." As Rebecca gets up the Holy Matriarch lands a quick and sharp slap on her ass. The Priestess squeals, but you can't tell if it was out of pain, arousal, or both.

You stare wide-eyed at the scene, and then as the door closed you feel tears running down your cheek. You want to be strong, but the weight of the situation dawns on you. This is it for you, you are going to **** by this Futa and become her bitch.

"Oh quit your whining already. You were made to serve Futa cock. The Goddess pulled the first male from her cum and gave him to us for our pleasure. To serve a Futa is salvation. And to service me, the Holy Matriarch is the highest honor a male can hope for in his pathetic life," Octavia explains.

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