The Bravos are used for pleasure and the occult

Two queues formed for Emmaline, one between her legs and one beginning together at her head where her mouth had been locked open by the bondage gear.

The Bravos were not the only people on the altar-frames. A young scribe was strapped to an A-frame, his short cock sticking out like a spike from his pale hips. Beside him an older man was tied to an upright Y-frame and blindfolded, two women already kneeling in front as they took turns with the cock.

Berg watched as all but one frame was filled. That last X-frame, his favorite. He had reserved for the woman currently bouncing up and down on twin Alsa dick. The mystical energy prickled on his skin as he grinned, anticipation hidden behind his mask.

"Wait, I don't know what's happening! Oh, please listen to me!" Skye's verbal protests went ignored by the cultists. It was as though they couldn't even really hear her. Their desires were fanned so hot they completely outweighed the part of their brains that might have bothered to listen to the pleading girl. Even though she spoke words of protest, Skye's body still followed the non-verbal commands of the people guiding her, ushering her onto the X-frame and securing her on it, bound above the ground.

She was starved of sensation, unable to see, unable to even feel the ground beneath her feet. Skye felt herself beginning to panic-- what was going on?!

It only lasted a moment, though, before her panic was ended by a new sensation to ground herself on - that of a long cock working its way into her pussy. Skye was already dripping wet from her previous encounter with Emmaline, and it found it's way easily inside. The weight of the farmer's body pressed against her, his heavy balls slapping against her thighs with his every thrust.

All at once, the worry faded, replaced by the rhythmic, pleasurable feeling of being fucked, of having the body of a strange man claim and fill her again and again. Suddenly, Skye understood that she didn't have to worry any more. She simply let her head roll back and relaxed, giving in entirely to just enjoy being bred.

Emmaline played along much more giddily, laughing in an air headed manner as two women caressed her body. She smiled vacantly around the open mouthed gag as the first man approached her from behind, though by the frailness of his body it might have been more appropriate to call him a boy. He grabbed her hips, savoring the delightful vision of her spread open form, then quickly sank his cock into her cunt. Emmaline moaned around her gag, trying to work her body back against him, but held fast by the straps that bound her.

Another man filling her mouth gave her enough distraction to keep her occupied. Though she couldn't do much to move her lips, Emmaline still had a skilled tongue, and she put it to use pleasuring the man as much as she could with her limited mobility. Already in a state of near bliss, Emmaline's body was worked over with little miniature orgasms, sudden surges of pleasure almost as a reward for her eager submission.

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