"the Original Matrimonial Offer"

No sooner has your hoarse voice rung out through the night, than an uncomfortable silence descends upon the clearing. Everyone is frozen, even Rachel stuck with your right testical in her mouth even as her eyes bulge comically with surprise.

You turn back to Dharma, but instead of the expacted look of satisfaction at interrupting the rite, it is the horror on her face that cue you in to the possibility that you might have misheard her. Everything was so overwhelming that you got carried away and let your mouth say the words before your brain had fully internalized them, however now that you think about it... For a second you dare to hope that your **** plea is as much of a nonsequitur to the cultists around as it is to you, but unfortunatly..

"How did you know to..?" the head priestess asks, suddenly uncertain as a sinking feeling developes in your stomach. Then she gathers her composure: "Well. While that right hasn't been invoked in many, many years it is certainly not unprecedented. " Her switches to something more lecturing as she adresses her muttering congregation: "and perhaps it is auspicious that this rite, unplanned as it is, will be the older, less frivolous version."

The knot in your stomach has somehow pulled all the spit from your mouth. Just what have you signed up for now?

"Unfortunatly, neither young Philippa nor young Rachel's mothers are here to give them away, so we must turn back to young Dharma here. Anjali?" The priestess says and the adressed woman straightens her back, then looks to her daughter with mixture of surprise and contemplation.

"I suspect Dharma had a hand in this," Anjali says, "though I never guessed she would go that far.. But.. I'll allow it."

Dharma herself seems unable to meet the eyes of anyone in the clearing, even her supposed friends who have disentagled themselves from you and are both trying to figure out how to simultaneously gape and glare at her.

"Well," the Priestess says, her slender hand coming to rest beneath Dharma's chin - raising her head to meet her eyes, "I commend you for your sudden drive, young one. We will proceed. You may take your seat."

You see Dharma, momentarily confused until her mother reaches out and takes her hand. Anjali guides her daughter to the altar, supports her as she climbs onto it and from that point you suddenly see very little at all as she hovers above your face. She grabs a fistful of your hair and hisses:

"I can't fucking believe you just did that! You better -" However she is cut off by the priestess who once more raises her voice. The entire congregation is silent save for a low, wet squelching - is someone touching themselves to this?

“Dharma, do you take this mouth. To worship and adore you every day, from this day forward."

Wait, wait, wait. Are you actually about to get married? For a moment you wonder if they're messing with you, but you hear the trepidation in Dharma's voice as she says:

"I do."

“Then let it know your taste, for it shall be your pleasure."

Dharma quite unceremoniously lowers herself onto your face and you are overwhelmed by the taste and smell of her very wet pussy against your mouth and nose, the sweaty warmth of her thighs clasping the sides of your face. Quite instinctively you start licking, running your tongue along her slit until you find her clit which you attack with gusto. Above you Dharma squirms, her grib on you tightens - both the fist in your hair and the thighlock on your head.

The head priestess speaks again:

"And has it proven satisfactory to you..?"

And Dharma pauses. You can almost hear the cogs in her head spin as she tentatively says:

“No."