Nistra Accepts the Gift of Unlocked Potential

"I will accept the gift."

Nistra finds it ironic that she came to The Underworld looking to get away from the overbearing spirituality her mother **** upon her only to join a secret sect of Athame's chosen. The thought of being part of such a significant secret makes Nistra feel special and the promise of power through sex certainly makes it all the more enticing.

Jalara caresses the young asari's face and smiles, "I'm so glad you've chosen to join us." She pulls up her omni-tool and sends a message to the other members of the group. "Your soon-to-be sisters will be here shortly and then we can begin the Ritual of Liberation." About ten minutes later four asari enter the building and Jalara greets them, "Welcome, sisters. This is Nistra, our new initiate." The asari welcome Nistra with warm embraces and Jalara has them all strip naked and then leads them to the front of the statue.

Nistra stands in the center with the other nude asari surrounding her. Nistra closes her eyes as Jalara embraces her in a passionate kiss as the others begin to explore the young asari's body with their hands. Nistra feels them groping, exploring every inch of her body as her tongue meets with Jalara's own. Pleasure runs through her body like an electric current as they begin licking and sucking her sensitive bits while their hands continue roaming her sapphire skin.

She can feel her juices dripping down her thighs, occasionally getting lapped up by one of the women. Her body shivers with every touch and just as she's about to climax the groping stops, leaving her wanting. She opens her eyes to see why they stopped and sees the statue glowing a deep blue. "You are ready." Jalara says with a seductive grin. "Embrace eternity."

Nistra is once again lifted into the air in front of the statue. Tendrils of dark energy extend from its stone fingers and **** themselves into Nistra's holes, plunging in and out rhythmically . Shockwaves of pleasure pulse through her with every thrust. Nistra has multiple orgasms, each more intense than the last until it's as though every atom in her body is having its own individual orgasm at once. She is completely enraptured by this seemingly endless bliss.

The other asari watch from below as they vigorously finger their dripping pussies, believing their own sexual energy will help fuel the ritual. The sounds of panting and moaning echo through the chamber for hours until an intense, primal scream of pure euphoria explodes from Nistra as the tendrils recoil from her body. She slowly drifts down to the floor.

Nistra lays there exhausted, her nude body glistens with sweat and her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing. She tiredly looks over to Jalara and gives a weak smile before passing out.