Completion

Luisa backed away from the huge claw, but he wouldn't let her escape. He roughly grabbed the front of her dress and tore it to shreds. With a shriek, she threw her arms in front of her suddenly exposed chest to preserve some semblance of decency. The giant dismissed her senseless gesture with a booming laugh.

“Come!” he repeated, seizing his new bride by the shoulders and pulling her down the aisle with him. He lifted her up as easily as a doll and laid her on the broad stone that was covered with an embroidered cloth. Luisa whimpered and looked up at him in fear.

With an expression of undisguised anticipation, he lifted her long, white dress over her ankles, her calves, her knees, pushing it up along her thighs until he revealed the fine, lace-trimmed lingerie she had saved especially for her wedding night. But he wasn't interested in such trinkets. He indifferently hooked one of his razor-sharp fingernails under the fine fabric. With a quick tug, he cut through the last bit that still protected her innocence. Certain of his victory, he gazed at the hidden treasure that he would inevitably take into his possession in a few moments.

In an act of helpless rebellion, the virgin flailed her legs, but could not prevent him from grabbing her calves and pushing them apart with irresistible ****. In the same movement, he pulled her towards him until her buttocks rested precariously on the edge of the table. From here on, he only needed one hand to hold her in place. With the other, he undid his belt and his breeches fell down.

Luisa's eyes widened in fear and amazement. She had never seen a male member in all its glory before. And the dimensions of this shiny black beast were beyond her imagination. The vague idea of what was about to happen paralyzed her with fear. She tried to pray, but the words slipped away before she could utter them.

She began to squint as the shimmering wet tip of the thick spear pointing at her center came closer and closer.

Then it touched her.

The round head pressed against her most secret spot.

Her sensitive lips were pushed apart.

He penetrated her, unspeakably slowly and yet inexorably.

She was stretched more than she had ever imagined. And then ...

Pain!

She screamed. But at the same time, she felt a deep sense of fulfillment. It was as if she had been created just for this. Through the veil of tears, she looked into the face of her lord and master. He radiated satisfaction and appreciation. And the certainty that she was allowed to be the reason for this filled her with indescribable happiness.

Dorothee stood in the shadows next to the portal throughout the whole affair. She didn't even have to look to know what was going on there. When the scream of the young, innocent bride rang through the church, she felt as if a hot blade had been rammed into her abdomen. How much guilt did she still have to bear? She sank to her knees, moaned and pressed her hands over her ears.

But she couldn't shut out the demon's voice. It was as if the echoing words emanated directly from her head.

“Go! Summon the community. Let everyone worship my new consort, who will sit next to me on the throne from now on and rule over you.”