The Second Bride

It had taken awhile to clean yourself, the sheets now thrown away , Eamoly had said she would get you new ones today when work allowed, you could hardly complain, even with her own workload she had started on another set of clothes for you.

Bidharu's words echoed in your brain with the growing constant urges from the beast between your thighs, corrupting a goblin child, you knew he didnt mean any child as you were sure there would be enough choices soon enough, so you would bide your time, and your own desire would now lead you on.

You approached the temple, slipping inside you made your way to Kalla's room, hearing her door open she guessed your entrance, her mouth soon sucking on your engorged member as you planned your evening activities, eager to please your needs and sate long denied pleasures of her own.

The evening came, the temple locked up stood quiet, Kalla and the six sisters wore dresses of pure white, usually kept for the most holy days, you stand next to the stone altar , your head aching from being inside as Kalla leads Greya to you side, her green eyes look up at you with adoration, her porcelain skin slightly aflush in wonder.

As the other sisters circle the altar , you squat down, hands slipping beneath Greya's dress then run up the smooth skin of her calves and thighs, taking her slight waist you lift her up onto the altar, the dress pools around her waist , pale shapely legs part showing her closed sex, a small red patch of hair crowning her lips.

Standing between her thighs you pull apart your robe, the beast of Bidharu growing and pulsing in honour of the tribute before you, Greya's eyes go wide as it grows larger, and the tentacles sprout from around your groin.

Greya moves back , more onto the altar as you bow your head, your tongue seeking her perfect slit, your nose rubs against her button as you peel and probe at her lower lips , your enquisitive tongue lapping at her honey as soft moans escape her lips, the surrounding sisters watching as a tentacle approaches each of them.

Her taste makes you uncontrollable as you stand , your own lips caked with her wetness, the monstrous member bucks slightly as you rub its tip at her entrance, tentacles caress quaking thighs as they approach there own prize, your hands grab trembling thighs as you push into Greya's tight hole, her eyes and mouth wide at your entrance, a long low moan echoes around the temple.

Her tightness grips every thrust of your entrance, soon finding even more resistance

VIRGIN!!!!!

The beast screams in you mind making it feel even harder , you hold against it as around the altar tentacles plough into their own prize, the five sister also maids shake against the purple intrusions

"Greya become my bride" you hiss as you push forward, she cries as you break through, the beast swelling as her virgin blood coats it, the tentacles follow suit as all six now start to fuck the surrounding women, Kalla enjoying it more than the rest as they experience their first penetration.

Giving her no time to recover you are soon pushing deeper and deeper into her innocence, her walls stretch to ecompass your ribbed and meaty girth as her lips grip frantically at your withdrawal, her moans become screams as you feel you balls smack heavily into her tight ass and you pick up your pace , grinding against her pale body.

The tentacles turn the sisters into moaning sluts too as they incessantly probe deeper into warm holes,falling to their knees as unknown pleasures claim their bodies.

Greya's hands grip at your arms as her legs cross behind you, smashing against the wall of her womb, her cervix punished by your unholy cock , her mouth hangs slack , her tongue lolling out as her eyes roll back, her orgasm claims her, shocking her body as her screams and moans intensify, soon joined by her fellow sisters the temple filled with the sounds of climax and the wet squelch of flesh into flesh.

Her walls tightening at her climax brings you close, burying yourself as deep as you can you feel the familiar pulse, spraying the thick black ichor against her womb as the tentacles pulse spraying similar cum into them all, a purple glow surround you all as a sudden rush of power fills your body, Greya's own womb tattoo appearing over her cum splattered pussy.

Feeling suddenly weak you step back, you would swear the beast had grown even more as your seed spills from Greya's gaping ravaged hole , spilling onto the white dress and altar below, a boom like thunder shacks the room, below Greya the once pristine altar has a large crack through its centre, the throbbing pulse in your temple recedes to nothing.