step 4 ritual2

Tonight, Laura was about to perform her second ritual. A kind of feverish excitement had begun to build within her, the need to bind him to this higher purpose, to make him part of something greater than himself. She wanted to see him fulfill the promise of his power. She couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop.

She knelt beside him on the bed, her hands trembling as she placed a small silver vial into the center. Inside was a concoction she had made with herbs, oils, and symbols meant to “align the energies” of male potency. She whispered the words she had memorized. The oil was to stimulate hormonal production and was to be massaged in. Her hand was steady, the ritual taking hold as she moved with purpose, as though she were fulfilling some higher calling. Each stroke was deliberate, connecting her to him and his growing virility.

"Release ist most productive under the right circumstances, and it is of particular importance that ejaculation takes place through another person, and with the maximal stimulation."

As she worked, she found herself lost in the act—an act she had performed countless times in her mind, rehearsed again and again. The touch of her fingers against his skin was electric, like a jolt of energy passing between them, binding her will to his. The oil soaked into his manhood. He didn’t move but for the occasional throbbing of his member. He seemed to be dreaming. It didn’t matter. Concious of it or not, Laura would turn Max into the man he was supposed to be. His balls felt significantly fuller than the last time, which gave her wholesome satisfaction. He was warm to the touch, smooth and thick. His breath becoming more labored now, so Laura quickly preceded with the ritual. Spreading her legs, she crouched over his crotch to rub her pussy lips all over his shaft, starting at the tip and moving slowly down balls and back up again. It was a methodical process, ritualistic in its precision. Her juices were meant to enhance his physical form, to stimulate his senses and awaken the power of masculinity within him.

"It is the greatest honor and biggest duty to harvest the seed, to reap the goods of the earth and celebrate the shared symbiotic bond"

Intuition told Laura that the final phase of the ritual was beginning. To harvest the seed, she thought to herself as she placed tender kisses all over his groin to express gratitude for sharing his essence with her. Moving her mouth upwards, her lips finally engulf the tip, with both hands now stroking him slowly. As she did, Clara’s mind was filled with the images of her ancestors, the women who had come before her, who had performed this very same ritual. She could feel their presence surrounding her, urging her to finish what she had started. Max was meant to serve a higher purpose, and she was simply helping him fulfill that destiny. She saw a his toes curl, his swollen member pulsating in her mouth. His first eruption so violent she nearly choked, but she recovered. Determined to not spill a drop, she kept her mouth on it.

The instructions to the ritual had been simple: slow and steady stimulation with all of her lips and tongue, followed by receiving all of his contents and completing the cycle of nourishment. Laura had done as told. The fluid was thick, almost chunky, and it clung to her tongue in a way that felt both divine and familiar. She could taste the saltiness at first, but it quickly turned to something more fruity, the impacts of all the supplementation evidently present to her.

Soon her mouth was filled up, so she instinctively swallowed down. Massaging his balls with her left hand, she couldnt believe he was still throbbing, his groin still spilling his seed into her mouth. Laura was mesmerized. Tconsistency, the sheer volume, the salty taste rewarding her on an emotional level. She kept her second mouthful for a moment, her tongue sloshing around the thick globes of semen. It felt as though his essence was spreading through her, his pheromones oozing through her nostrils. The warmth of the seed that filled her mouth and the coolness of the wetness that ran down her leg made her feel comfortable and uneasy at the same time. She hadn’t swallowed yet. Something inside her hesitated, wanting to savor this moment for as long as possible. Finally though, she managed to gulp all of it down. She shot Max a look. Amazingly enough, Max was fast asleep, a peaceful smile on his face. After a final kiss on his head she pulled up his boxers and covered him with the blanket again. Then she went to bed.