Or solo ritual

"Let's go with this one." You say flipping to the page. Clare seemed angry at you when you mentioned avoiding this, you can't imagine what she'd do if you decided to avoid it again.

Farrah nodded and took the book back. "Daughter go and make sure everyone is seated." Oriana nodded and left the back room leaving you and the Pristess alone, which is good because you do have questions.

"So how will it work? Do I and ..." you're about to ritually try and impregnate someone. Depending on how the ritual works guaranteed impregnation as well. Not how you saw your first child being conceived.

Farrah walked past you to the door and knelt. "I had this installed." She lifted a drape beside the door and a small window revealed itself. Exactly at your waist height. She wasn't kinda last time when she mentioned a hole. Though this is really challenging the glory part of gloryhole, though you suppose holyhole is a bit silly. She unlatched it. "It opens from the other side." She reached to the side of the window and pulled out a length of leather attached to the wall. "Um you are also supposed to be, strapped in." She waved the leather at you and you saw a buckle waiting on the other side of the hole. "To make sure you stay still. The chosen Daughters could be, ravenous in seeking proof of the Mother of All's love." She stood up, still holding the strap. "According to the Grandmothers." She muttered under her breath, not the best time to remind you of her inexperience at this.

You heard the dull commotion from the other side quiet down. "Well, when in Rome." You said walking over.

"Rome?" Farrah asked as you lowered your pants. Her question wasn't answered and from the stare she was giving your lower region that didn't matter to her all that much. "Please, Stud." She stepped back for you to take her place.

You let out a breath as you took your place, if you were sure their would be repercussions of a celestial nature you might be giving more push back. Farrah pulls your tunic up over your head, takes your shoes off and removes the pants you'd been letting rest around your ankles. "Part of the ritual?" You asked, the window and strap hadn't but there must be allowance for necessary reform at some point right.

"Y-yes." Farrah said very unconvincingly. You took your place pressed against the wall, the drape was still covering the wall above waist height and it was rather comfortable to rest against. Your lower half pressing against a wooden window was not however. "I'll have the builder move the window further out." Farrah said, then felt the need to explain herself, "I guess I didn't remember your size from last time I felt it." You felt a cold band across your butt and looked at your side seeing her buckle it tightly down.

"Does it have to be that tight?" You weren't hard right now but if you started to be before that door opened the discomfort was going to become dramatically worse.

"I don't want the wall to be damaged." Farrah said.

Just how ravenous was she expecting the Chosen to be? "To deep to rethink now, or will be soon enough at any rate." You laugh nervously, Farrah laughs with you and you feel another strap along your lower back. Ok that seems designed to make you nervous. Is she going to produce a heavy chain for your shoulders.

Farrah stands up and puts a hand on your shoulder, for a moment you imagine a metallic jingling. "Thank you for all this Christopher."

You turn your head and press your cheek to the drape in order to look at Farrah. "Any time." You rethink that. "No problem."

Farrah nods and lets out a slow breath, her face affixing itself into a motherly smile and warm eyes. She walked through the door and closed it behind her. The total silence from the other side of the wall at her entrance was encouraging.

You heard some mumbling and pressed your ear to the wall but couldn't hear through the drape. You tried to lift the drape out of the way but it was nailed into the wall, likely to prevent you from doing what you were trying to do. That seems rude, the least they could do was let the glorified sperm donor hear what was being said.

Closing your eyes you extending your perception into the room. You couldn't really hear anything but you could get a sense of the mood. Mostly curious, with a few sparks of belief, no great guess who those were. As time dragged on those curious grew more engaged. You could only guess what was being said by Farrah, more time than was needed for saying the words of the ritual had passed already. Maybe she was doing one of the other ones she knew. Made sense a solo ritual doesn't really strength the belief of those who aren't picked.

You try and look around the room your are strapped to. You've been in here often enough that you remember where everything is but your perception is not preventing boredom. You ran a hand through your hair, giving your scalp a bit of a scratch. Then run your tongue along your teeth. Something you found interesting about this world was the lack of need to brush or even clean your teeth at all. Getting your adult teeth had been an experience, who'd have thought the ability to regenerate bone included those in your mouth that were supposed to fall out naturally. Pulling those teeth had been fucking horrific as a kid, though everyone acted like it was a normal thing. You'd accepted that at the time since everyone had mostly ignored the kid with the pliers attacking their face, in hindsight your mother might have left a note, 'Don't mind my son pulling his baby teeth out with a pair of pliers, if he doesn't he'll have two rows of teeth.' Probably not something you should ask your dad about, if you'd been right so what, if you'd been wrong, well you'll feel silly and what is taking Farrah so long.

You tried pressing your ear against the drape a little more but there is nothing beyond a mumbling you can't interrupt. Blowing a boredom raspberry you shift a little, feeling the straps holding your lower half still. Apparently not a bad idea to include, would be awkward to open the window and find the Stud had wondered off.

There is a change in tone to the mumbling and you move your perception back into the room. A lot of shock but that doesn't tell you much. See their aura's would be helpful, maybe you can convince Farrah to put an eye hole in the wall for next time. You could let your aura out to feel theirs but that would probably just complicate things for everyone.

There is a sudden breeze on your lower region as the window is opened. You can suddenly hear everyone in the other room and feel a lot more exposed than you thought you would. You'd been naked around more people than this before, regularly in the bath, but this not being able to see who can see you is a very different experience.

You feel fingers graze along your length then withdraw. Unlike your upper half your lower half clearly doesn't might the attention all that much and you feel yourself slowly rising to the occasion.

"Mother of All we seek your favour." Farrah's voice shuts everyone up. "Before you your daughter waits, their belly empty and wanting." You missed out on the picking then. You wonder how Auria will react to a younger brother, or sister. Hopefully they don't cause Oriana as much distress as her current sibling does. "Their chest unswelled with the Nourishing Milk." You can hear some chatter that is quickly shut down without Farrah needing to stop the ritual. "In your light we breathe, in your grace we bask, in your company we share your love." The open window isn't exactly at eye level but you can feel the mood the room anyway. The auras starting to merge into each other. Must be quite the sight on the other side of this wall. "With your name on our lips and your heart in her womb we ask you, give our Stud the firmness and desire to fill her belly, her breast and her being with proof of your love."

"Oh, that's different." You say. It's the only thing that applies. Your slowly rising cock snaps to attention. Literally snaps to attention you think you left a dent in the wall, you are so hard. It feels hard not normal hard, like you could duel against Stephanie without a sword hard. Your legs feel a bit weak for a moment and the leather straps hold you in place. Fuck doing this to get your hand back, you want four fingers and thumb not a hand that would feel like it could spank the Goddess out of Clare.

There is a soft gasp from the other side of the wall so you aren't the only one feeling this. "Easy Daughter." Farrah said. You feel a hand on your length. "Bend." If that is said to Ortus or you you aren't sure because you feel Farrah's hand try to point your erection at something other than the sky but she fails.

A second hand adds to the first on your length. That manages to angle you, even only a little. There is a bit of rustling and you hear wood being put down on the other side of the wall. The soft gasp of someone climbing up a little to high step and you feel it. Warmth and wetness. The moment your crown feels where it is being directed the wall between you fears for it's life. If not for the fact you don't want to damage Farrah's house the wall was right to do so.

You cock tenses in response to the touch, breaking free of the hands holding it. Another pair of hands comes to the aid of the first and manages to lower you once more.

Unlike last time is not faint graze, or furtive slip between lips. Ortus shoves herself back, her ass hitting the wall hard enough that the dent you'd left earlier would look inadequate in comparison. There is grunt from both of you. The tightness is beyond anything you'd experienced. A clenching around you, unable to find any part of you yielding preventing it from feeling like anything but the most perfect fit. As if a Goddess had molded this shape just for you.

From the sounds of pleasure on the other side of the wall Ortus was feeling the same thing. "Fuck." The oddly high voice muttered out as you felt the glorious embrace of your perfect fit withdraw.

It was a slow thing, a gradual unsheathing to ensure every part of each of you was ingrained into your bodies. Every muscle, every vein all memorized until you tip is left inside her. It was a good thing that was down now becasue neither of you was in any shape to not fuck like animals at this point.

Your cock was shoved back inside Ortus with the rabid vigour of pure need. Not Vatarie's breeding frenzy, this was a far more factual fucking. You had cum inside you and it was going into Ortus, and she was going to bear child from it. Hips slammed against the wall over and over, your cock pushed deeper inside them than anything they'd ever felt. From how hard you were probably the deepest you'll ever be yourself.

It must look obscene out the other side, your cock shoving it was inside her, pushing guts out of the way so your tip can tickle her heart. The string of passionate words said in a haze of lust that could be coming from your mouth or Ortus's you have no idea, all you can hear in the pounding of blood in your ears matched the pounding of an ass on the wall.

Your balls feel like they are going to explode any moment, a flood of cum building up ready to be unleashed but that joyful fullness not quite ready yet. You don't know if it is part of the ritual or part of you but you cannot cum. Not until she has, so the pounding continues.

When you feel her tighten up in orgasm it has no impact on you or the pace she is fucking you at. Unable to compress your iron, nor slow her fucking Ortus's high pitched scream of pleasure as her orgasm slams into you is met by your cum slamming inside her. She buries you inside her and you know she will not be moved.

A torrent floods from you. More than you have ever cum in your life crammed into the woman refusing to allow any amount escape. Pump after pump you fill her, the warmth around your crown reaching a burning point as your cum forces her belly to grow, her slit refusing anything but your cock escape.

The orgasm begins to die down. You're balls satisfied at their purpose being filled. You feel your body relaxing, your cock had demanded such focus that you hadn't noticed every muscle in your body was tensed in anticipation. The leather straps being the only thing hold you upright.

As the warm around your cock is withdrawn you let out a blissed out moan, mirrored by Ortus on the other side of the wall. No splash of cum flooding out of her follows but you can hear shaky steps being made.

"And now the second Chosen." Farrah declares and you feel another flood of energy to your cock. This time the dent you leave the in the wall is probably worthy of those left by Ortus's butt.

You want to ask who the second Chosen is but you don't get the chance your cock is wrapped is a familiar sensation. No pulling you down for a rear fucking, whoever this is pressing themselves against the well to bounce on your cock.

It feels so alike Ortus but so different. The same tightness and depth but now with a grip. The muscles as the drag along your length tense at will and not under the mercy of pleasure. There is a knowledge of the body and how to use it feel better from whoever this is.

You don't know how long you last with whoever this is. Even the last time you've no idea how long it had been but this one is different. The experience and knowledge bought to bear against you almost makes you white-out, for a moment you think you are about to get re-reincarnated because you think you meet yet another Goddess. Though this one looks a lot less overtly pervy that your current one, though not by much given she's the spitting image of the Mother of All, bare massive chest and all.

The transcendent moment was gone in a blast of cum, so much that inflation of whoever this is was certain. You are far more tempted to break the wall down now than you had been with Ortus, just to know who could possible be the one to bring you this experience. You resist because the wall is whimpering at you begging you to think of it's fence's, which is wall for children. You might need to lay down for a moment.

Your cock is withdrawn and Farrah says some words or something. There is movement from her congregation and time passes. When the door opens and you feel the straps undone you stumble away from the wall. "Who was that?" You ask her.

"Stud's aren't allowed to know." Farrah said she she helped you to a seat and brings you some desperately needed water. "Did you see her?"

"What? Who?" You asked while gulping down the water. She just said you weren't allowed to know, was she making sure?

"The Mother of All?" Farrah's question made you recall that flash from a moment ago.

You decided to not answer and wait as Farrah refilled your cup. You had but you don't want to admit it. Clare had seemed planning to do something, this seemed pretty in line with her mentality, transcendence through orgasm.

Downing you second cup you see Farrah still expectantly staring at you. You don't want to lie to her. "I couldn't think much for most of that." But you're ok with this level of religion form the woman you don't want someone else as fanatical as Oriana, much less someone who was actually in charge of the church.

Farrah looked disappointed and refilled your cup once more and put a small bowl of water with a rag in it on the table. "Thank you for all this. Will you be coming back next weekend?"

"I have a lot in my life right now so I really can't make any promises." The memory of whoever had had you last threatened to white you out again, "but I'll try."

Farrah nodded. "Do you need anything else Stud?" She stood.

"No I'm fine." You tried to stand and couldn't. "In a bit more time."

Farrah patted your shoulder. "Take as long as you need, I need to feed my daughter." She walked towards a side door. "Give a shout if there's anything I can do." She said walking through and closing the door behind her.

You relaxed on the chair and just breathed for a moment, trying to recall anything of who'd been second but there was nothing. You suppose you could do the Cinderella thing, though a porn parody of it, whom so every you cock fits perfectly into shall be your Queen.

You used the water and rag Farrah had provided to clean off and got redressed. You might still have a bit of time left in the day for one more pre-dinner chat. So long as that chat doesn't involve sex. Well there are only two people that would apply to and you think one of them is probably still unconscious in the Palace trying to recover her magic.