Emmaline and Skye are brought into the ritual fucking

The twins weren't the only early success of the night the lusty mother was onto her fourth fuckbuddy, now on her hands and knees and taking it from behind. Shaman Berg could feel the energy rising from her body, and for the first time in months, he could feel the his ascension finally beginning to crest toward greatness. Towards the back of the carved chamber, where the excavation tunnels started, he could also sense energy beginning to bubble from a fourway of bodies that churned together.

Berg turned as the cart of relics arrive, pulled by the youngster he had dispatched moments ago. Some of the cult members took pause from their supplications to being offloading the portable altars. A-frames, T-frames and X-frames, were pulled from the vehicle and hoisted into position on the floor of the underground temple. There would be no shortage of willing cultists to be strapped to them, bodies and souls to be fucked in unison in the name of the Lord of Lust by his tools and his followers.

Berg could ask that of them any time, though. Any one of this cultists would gladly strap themselves in at the drop of a hat, but, unfortunately, the energy they could provide him was rather limited. So tonight he would make sure the three new women were among the number. From the energy they were giving off already, Berg was almost certain he could harness them to achieve his apotheosis.

Emmaline and Skye were finally torn from their lustful embrace by the calm, shepherding hands of a small group of cultists, both men and women still draped in their robes. Though from the way their eyes scoured the bodies of the two women, Berg was beginning to worry that he might start to have some trouble keeping his cultists in check before too long. If their own personal lusts overflowed, then a modicum of discipline would be necessary. For the sake of the ritual.