Satisfy Her

Whatever turn this already weird experience has taken, you do not want to fall short in any measure - who knows what punishments they would conjure up to get you to comply. Ultimately it's better to get ahead of things, in this case somewhat literally - by giving head.

You dive into Dharma's wet snatch with as much eagerness as your tired body can muster and you hear a surprised gasp above you.

“What are yooouu-oohhh..." she moans, squirming, trying to pull away from your attacking mouth.

You arms are restrained above your head and while you can press your elbows against Dharma's legs, it does little to hold her in place and allow you to continue your ministrations. Instead you clamp your lips on her mound above her clit, sucking intensely.

Suddenly Dharma's attempts to move begin to work against her, you can hear her moaning and sighing.

"Pleeeaaase..." she says, but if there was anything in particular she wanted you to do, she fails to articulate it.

So you just double down, drawing ever more desperately stacatto sounds from her lips. Dharma has gone from trying to move away, to actively grinding your face. Sensing that she just need a little push, you wait for her to thrust her pelvis downwards and time it so you shove your tongue as deep into her as it will go, stretching in an attempt to reach her g-spot.

Perhaps it's the sudden new sensation, perhaps you manage to hit your target, perhaps it was ultimately inevitable, but you feel the tensing, twitching of her thighs a good second before orgasm wracks her body. The grasp on you hair slackens and through the oxygen-deprived lustful haze you hear the head priestess:

“We shall take that as a yes."

Dharma finally climbs of your face, scooting down your body leaving a wet trail on your abdomen until she comes to rest just above your crotch, with every twitch of your cock pressing against her ass cheeks. You gasp for air, completely filling your lungs for the first time in what feels like forever. Suddenly you hear a plink of metal and realize that your hands are no longer tied.

You try to turn your head and see the head priestess standing just above your head. She sends Dharma a look that you can't quite decode, then proceeds with the ceremony.

“Do you take these hands, to serve and to hold you every day, from this day forward?"

Dharma runs her fingers up your arms to your wrist, grabbing on and dragging your hands to her slim waist.

"I do." She says, again in that enigmatic tone.

“Then let them know your form for they shall be your pleasure."

Dharma all but drags your hands over her buttocks, letting you squeeze them and feel their tightness, over her soft thighs, up her flat stomach to rest over her heavy, full breasts. Again you can't help herself and starts massaging them, drawing a seemingly unwilling sigh from her.

“And have they satisfied you." The priestess says.

This time you have eye contact with Dharma as she is asked this question and can see the expectation in her face, her eyes pleading with you. What does she want you to do? Her voice is haughty but you notice the waver as she says:

"No."