She Points And Yells! (Too Late)

You try to think of what to do when suddenly she yells out "PURE ONE, PURE ONE!!" while pointing at you, causing everyone within the church to stop, turn around, and look at you. They all grow long sinister smiles as they get up out of their seats. The three up front smile and shout out "SEIZE HER!!"

You run out the door only to be tackled by three futas and dragged backed into the church by your legs, dropping your sword and shield as more join in grabbing and pulling at you, forming a crowd around you. They all start laughing as you try to escape their grasp, either amused by your attempts of gittie about what they are doing. They lift you up by your arms and drag you to the front with your shoes scrapping along the floor. You are brought down the pews and placed at the base of something wooden as the women restraining you **** you to kneel. You raise up your head and come face to face with the poor lady in the middle stock as the priestess keeps slamming up her pussy until she pulls the locked up girl back by her waist and dumps her full of cum, making her cry out to the ceiling as all the futas yell out "Our souls she claims and her gift we share!" She pulls her cock out with a loud pop, splattering cum all over the woman's ass and the white stained stock. She hangs there limp for a few moments before bucking her head up and bitting her bottom lip with a smile as something slowly begins to grow from her crotch. She shouts out moans uncontrollably as the priestess steps out from behind, straightens her skirt out and walks up to you, grabbing your chin, lifting your gaze up to her eyes.

She smiles and licks her lips as her jet black hair cascades down the sides of her face from her head dress, her violet colored lips and ample D cup breasts perky and youthful. Her cock begins to extend from under her long rob-like skirt, twitching and poking past an opening in the front and taking the space between you both. Her dark purple eyes pierce your sockets and **** something in you. Almost a compulsion of some kind. She softly asks you "Are you a virgin, my dear?"