The ritual nears it's completion! Can Shaman Berg complete his ascension?
The lust of the cult is tested! The three Bravos are fucked together
Shaman Berg felt his cock rise to full mast as he watched the action on the altars. The power of the Lord of Lust swum in the air around him and his magic burst into life. The cult leader was suddenly shrouded in shadows. It was a darkness even in the dimly lit underground chamber and a swirling black night that the glow from the iridescent fungi along the walls could not penetrate.
The Lord's tentacles sprang from his shoulders, exactly as depicted by the mask that hid his identity, and from his hands and hips. The thick snakes of inky magic swam into the cult, multiplying, twisting around limbs, pushing into cunts, mouths and offered backsides. The tendrils of night climbed around the altars like vines and over the sacrificial offerings. These weren't killers. The Lord's tentacles wanted to harvest pure sex energy, taking it, spreading it, growing it, nurturing it, passing its seed from one host to another.
"Yes!" roared Berg in success. His new toys had proved themselves powerful enough, and by their supplication the ritual was nearly complete! All he needed was to continue, to savor this just a little longer and he would take the Lord of Lust's power into himself and become far, far more than just a man.
On the X-frame, even as Fredric's balls slapped against her open thighs, Liv could see the black tendrils circle her waist and curl around her breasts.
Emmaline, facing away from the shaman, and blindfolded Skye, couldn't see the new transformation but they could feel the blissful magic tendrils as they reached their naked, sweaty, orgy consumed bodies. A slender finger of night slid into Emmaline's backside, growing fat on the energy that poured into the chamber, inflating inside her.
Emmaline found herself momentarily without a cock in her mouth, and took the opportunity to cry out in bliss as the tendril expanded inside her, filling her fuller than she had ever been, even as the skilled tongue of a red-headed young woman lapped against her clit. Her countless small bursts of ecstasy culminated into a massive, powerful surge of pleasure as Emmaline came, screaming and shaking against her bindings, only to be cut off by another cock stuffing itself into her mouth.
Skye, too was lost in pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of this new cock spurting its seed up inside her. Dizzily she dreamed what might happen to her if they ever got out if this. Her mind went on an idle fantasy of finding herself pregnant from the seed of some unknown stranger, and Skye smiled just in time for the next man to step up and claim her, repeating the seemingly endless cycle. Skye's tongue worked around the one in her mouth, tasting the sweetness of a stranger's lips. Skye felt herself jump in giddy surprise as the lips moved away with a feminine giggle.
Liv soon found her ass filled with the shadowy tentacle as well. Another slid its way into her mouth and throat as she finished placing another kiss on Frederic's muscular shoulder. Liv's eyes went wide, then rolled back in delight as every part of her was filled with pleasure. Her body went limp, relaxing into the sensation, but fortunately the X-frame was there to hold her up, keeping Liv in the perfect position to continue being filled with Fredric's meaty cock.
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