Hanging in the darkness, Mira’s mind fell back into dreams. She was in a church, the very same she had been knighted in. She wore the simple shift of a acolyte, pure and white, flowing down to her ankles, spun of simple cotton.
In the pews behind her were various people, her family, ladies and nobles of the court, her fellow knights, all lined up against the walls, all watching approvingly as two priests walked her down the long isle to where the High Priest stood before the Altar, a long sword in his hand, ready to knight her.
She smiled, feeling pride and joy well up in her soul. She had been waiting for this for so long, had worked for this for so long.
"Kneel before me, child." Said the High Priest softly. Mira did just that, looking up upon him adoringly.
"Receive my weapon." The High Priest said simply. He moved his hands down and with a few simple movements undid the clasp of his belt and opened up the front of his robe. He was nude underneath, his cock was long and hard and of good size. A small part of Mira, that part that was not truly asleep, rebelled against this. This was wrong, this was not how it went.
Yet the to the Dram-Mira this seemed entirely right, entirely proper. She leaned forward and took the High Priests shaft in her hand and mouth, wrapping her soft lips around it, sucking him gently, her lips and tongue playing around his full shaft, her hands even moving to caress his balls.
There was the sound of rustling cloth behind her, one of the priests who had escorted her to the altar was loosening and opening his own robes. Another was moving to pull up her simple shift. She was acutely aware that beneath it she was entirely naked. Another soft gasp filled the air. She wondered what the sizable audience was doing behind her, and what was to happen now?
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