Seal the pact

Your lips feel dry and parched, and the liquid in her cup shimmers invitingly. With great difficulty, you tear your mind away from the three temptresses still taking turns licking your quivering cock, and gasp out - "I choose You. I want to drink from your cup."

She laughs in delight, throwing her head back in wanton pleasure, her tantalizing breasts jiggling and bouncing. "Good choice, mortal. And just for that, I will give you a little gift." She nods to the women - "You may make him release". They eagerly respond, one pumping your cock, while the second sucks on the tip, rolling her tongue under and around it, while the third comes up from behind you and takes your balls into her mouth and begins to suck. You feel like you are going to be ripped apart by the enormous orgasm that floods over you, your whole body shaking, as your load pumps out of your cock in a torrent. What feels like an eternity later, your ejaculation finally stops, and the women release you.

You cock still stands stiffly, as if you had not yet cum, and as you gaze on the Goddess before you, your lust returns, stronger than before. You wonder how this is possible - and she responds immediately, reading your thoughts, "When you are in service to me, you will always be ready for more."

She loosens her fringe skirt, and it drops to the floor, revealing her luscious mound once more. She then steps back half a step and sits down on an enormous throne behind her. Her legs spread open wide, and she beckons the three devotees to her, "Come my darlings, receive your reward." They moan excitedly and throw themselves between her thighs, each of them lapping at her spread pussy. She caresses their heads, stroking their hair, and rocking her hips to their eager tongues.

"Come," she beckons you, "drink with me." She motions you to sit beside her. You move slowly, in a trance, and step up to the throne and sit down. She is so tall - sitting down, she is more than two feet taller than you, making you feel small. She puts out her arm, and you nestle up to her, your head on her breast. She strokes your hair and you feel safe and contented.

She takes a drink from her cup, drawing in a long sip, and then holds passes it to you. Her lips are stained red and glisten from the wine. You look down into the cups shimmering contents, the deep crimson liquid sends up a spicy aroma that tingles in your nostrils. You remember the cum spiker you had watched added in, but somehow it doesn't matter, somehow you find it even more desirable. You bring the chalice to your lips, and close your eyes, drinking deeply in big gulps. You can taste the sweetness of the wine, the mulled spices, but behind it you also taste an iron and copper tang that surprises you. It's familiar, and you sip again and swirl it in your mouth to distinguish the flavor. You can almost put your finger on it, but the desire for more is stronger than your curiosity, and you gulp more greedily. As you do so, you feel an fiery intoxication starting in your head, coursing along your veins, and spreading through your body. Your head begins to spin, pleasantly, and you begin to be giddy with elation. "Is it a ****?" You wonder. "If so, I have know where to get more."

"The wine is made just for me," she says, reading your thoughts, "you can't find it anywhere else. The secret ingredient is... too precious to be found in the mortal world." She shifts, spreading her legs apart farther, and the devotees sucking her and each other's clits move aside to display her wet, glistening cunt. She dips in a finger, swirling it around in her vulva, and brings it out, holding it before you. It drips with her juices mixed with deep reddish menstrual blood. She puts her finger to your lips and you take it in, at first with hesitation, then licking and sucking with enthusiasm. The period blood is the **** in the wine, and the pure drops of the elixir she fed you goes straight to your head.

"My moonblood will make you strong, extend your life beyond that of most mortals, and most importantly forges your connection to me. Drink of it often, and you will never want to drink anything else again. You will do anything for one more sip." As she says it, you know it is true - you will do anything for more. You eagerly drain the cup, guzzling it down to the last dregs, thick and viscous from the cum. The salty cum acts as the perfect counterpoint to the heady wine, and you realize this too is something you must have more.

"Now the pact is sealed. Repeat after me: My body belongs to you, Goddess." She draws out each word slowly, with intensity. You gaze adoringly up at her, and whisper first, the words wrenched from your very core, then repeating again and again with more and more passion as your hardened member begins to throb - "My body belongs to you, Goddess, my body belongs to you..." in a mantra of worship and lust.

She appears to grow even larger (or are you shrinking - it doesn't matter, you don't even care), and her lithe and supple arms, the length of half of your body now, wrap around you, drawing you into her lap. Her breasts hang over you, massive now, as big as your head. You keep repeating the mantra, again and again, as she spreads her hands across your body, touching every part of your torso, your arms, your legs, your cock, your ass. Her fingers though long yet still nimble, find every crevasse, your mouth, your asshole, circling around your lips and rim and thrusting them in and out. She wraps a hand around your cock in complete ownership, engulfing it, pumping and clenching. She fingers your prostate as she does so, and in one great burst, you cum again, pumping more and more in a fountain, spraying her massive tits and chest, running down her belly, coating her hand and splattering all over your body. She leans down and licks the cum from your stomach and chest, gathering it in her mouth, savoring it, and then leans in and kisses you, wrapping her cum coated tongue around yours, filling your mouth with your own semen and her sweet saliva. You swallow it gratefully, the tingling batter running down your throat.

"What do I call you, Goddess? What is your name so that I may worship you?" You gasp out in ecstasy.

"I have been known by many names by many people - Lilith, Innanna, Ishtar, Shakti, Sekhmet, The Scarlet Woman, the Whore of Babylon. You will know me by my sign -" she says as she dips a finger in the cup, gathering the scarlet liquid, and mixes it with your semen. She then uses it to paint on your chest a seven-pointed star. "And my name to you will be Babalon."

The star on your chest blazes out in light, burning with heat, but without pain, searing into your skin the sign, before fading. "This marks you as mine. It will be visible, like a tattoo, in moments of passion, allowing my power to flow through you, and linking you invisibly to me. Every act of passion and love is worship of me, every cry of ecstasy is a prayer to my name." She breathes over your body, her warm, moist breath sending tingles of pleasure across your bare skin. "Now rest, your mortal body needs to replenish its strength." She takes her large rounded breast near your face, and puts the thick, juicy knob of her engorged nipple to your lips. You accept it gratefully, suckling with hunger and eagerness. Her nipple, large as a strawberry, tastes as sweet, and you run your tongue around it, exploring the edges of it out to the bumps of her areola. You tease the nipple and feel liquid start to form. You excitedly suck harder, drawing out the milk, suckling like a greedy baby at her breast. She sighs in pleasure, and strokes your face tenderly. The milk tastes spicy and sweet, heating up your tongue, and zings pleasurably down your throat as you swallow. Your head gets hazy, and you feel sleepy as you continue to drink your fill, your breathing slowing, and your thoughts growing blank. You feel the softness of her lips on your face as you drift into unconsciousness...