For the audience

There were so many people in the Church she knew so well. The cough that came from the far back right of the chamber, some distance away, sounded like Jami the stablehand who tended the horses. The mutter, the whisper she couldn’t quite make out, closer to her sounded like her own father. How proud he must be.

Mira kept as much of her attention on the High Priest's weapon. She let instinct take over, slowly easing the cock shaft back and forth between her lips, keeping her grip safely firm.

The cool air of the Church settled on her pale skin as one of the priests lifted her shift up, exposing her naked backside to the audience. Mira could hear more encouraging whispers, she knew this was going well.

The hands of the deputy, the priest in service to the High Priest, an older man but trusted and popular, took her by the hips. Mira knew what to do, on her knees, careful only to pleasure the cock in her mouth, she leant forward, exposing herself to the room and silently urging the deputy on.

The second priest eased his cock into her tight, young, nubile body. Her pussy, soaking wet from the thrill, eagerly accepted the second weapons.

The deputy began to fuck her from behind, a steady but gentle rhythm on the steps of the alter. The High Priest toyed with her hair, his hands keeping her head firmly up against his crotch.

Mira knew what her role in the ritual was. She had to make these people cum before she did. She had to soak up as much sexual energy as possible. She had to satisfy these priests before she could move on and try and extract more energy from the audience.

The paladin quickened her pace, no longer content to let the deputy fucking her from behind set the pace. Mira slammed her hips backwards, ramming her bare backside into the priest with a slap. The audience responded with approval, their murmuring growing louder.