Title: Winter, Part 4-B Keywords: F+/F oral anal mast toys sad fantasy ritual "Are you ready to continue?" The high priestess, Lita, asked Amaranth. She wrapped her hands around Amaranth's waist and held her close. Amaranth dripped sweat from all her pours - the moisture accentuated the contrast between her skin and the black ink that covered her body in thin lines. "Can I have some water first?" Amaranth asked in a whisper. "Not until after the ritual. I'm sorry." Lita said. "There are only seven more to please before you can face the altar. It won't be long now" "Do you think they will be more... creative than the others?" Amaranth asked. Lita smirked and looked out at the women who have yet taken their turn at Amaranth. "I don't know about creative, but it will be more than simply straddling your face." She again kissed Amaranth's cheek and stood up behind her. She helped the young priestess to her feet. "The Dedication Initiates are getting restless, love." She whispered. "We can resume, then." Amaranth sighed out as she stood. She stretched her spine for a moment, an act that jut her chest out. At the apex of her arc she felt the warm hand of one of the initiates touch her breast. She held the position for the woman. The woman, who was a similar age to Amaranth, gripped the priestess' breast and rolled her nipple between her fingers. Amaranth gasped and closed her eyes. The young woman took Amaranth's hand and walked her past Lita to the altar. She gripped the back of Amaranth's neck and pushed her forward, bending her over the cold stone of the altar and stood behind her. Amaranth gripped the edge of the altar in anticipation of what was to come. Her nails ground against the hard stone as her hips pressed back against the initiate's. She let out a needy moan when she felt the initiate's foci - a dildo - firmly attached to the young woman. The initiate gripped Amaranth's hips with both hands and pressed forward. The dildo slammed into Amaranth, not in her wet and waiting cunt, but into her tight puckered ass. Amaranth let out a scream of shock and pain at the sudden insertion into her unprepared anus. She tried to pull away from the toy inside her, but was pinned against the altar. The initiate was not entirely cruel - she slowly thrust her hips to loosen Amaranth's muscle at first. When Amaranth's resistance was reduced to a series of slightly pained grunts, the initiate thrust harder and faster; her hips bounced hard against Amaranth's. She pulled the blinded priestess back by her hair and gripped her throat with one hand. Her other hand slid beneath Amaranth and found its way to her pussy; her fingers rubbed Amaranth's clit as vigorously as she fucked Amaranth's ass. Amaranth panted hard through her nose as the initiate roughly took her. This came to a stop when the initiate began to squeeze Amaranth's throat. The initiate's voice filled her ears, but what was said was nonsense interspersed with moaning. The initiate's fingers plunged into Amaranth's cunt and thrust inside her in time with her hips. Amaranth's discomfort gave way to pleasure; she leaked moisture onto the initiate's fingers. Before she could climax from the torment, the initiate pulled away. "You're a good whore." The initiate whispered to Amaranth. After releasing the priestess' throat she shoved her token into Amaranth's mouth. Amaranth didn't have a chance to deposit the token in her pot before the second initiate took ahold of her body. She lifted Amaranth's hips and rolled her onto the altar. While Amaranth panted, the initiate crawled between her legs. She straddled Amaranth's thigh and pressed her mound to the blinded priestess'. Her slow gyrations forced Amaranth to shiver and moan in pleasure. The initiate held Amaranth's leg and ground her lips against the exhausted young woman. "Does this feel good?" The initiate asked through a soft moan; Amaranth nodded and held her breath. She had to focus on forcing herself not to climax. The two women's coupling filled the room with erotic wet sounds. Amaranth noticed for the first time how much the room smelled like sex. The initiate leaned forward and pressed her clit against Amaranth's mound. Her grind turned more masturbatory and less to their mutual pleasure - not that Amaranth found the new position any less pleasurable. The initiate gripped Amaranth's thigh tightly and began to rock rapidly. She let out a long loud moan as she climaxed. The initiate pulled away for a second and leaned down to kiss Amaranth; her tongue played with the token still in the young priestess' mouth. She reached down and pressed her token into Amaranth's pussy before stepping away. Amaranth laid on the altar and panted. She let out a whining whimper at being left on edge again by the second initiate. She slowly sat up on the altar and pulled her legs under herself. She pulled the collection pot to her and dumped the token from her mouth into it. She then squatted over the pot and pushed the token out of her cunt. "Take a few minutes to rest." Lita said as she took the collection pot from Amaranth. Amaranth nodded and laid back on the altar. "Thank you." She said. She could hear the four temple priestesses murmuring in the distance, but could not make out what they were saying. Their discussion was interspersed with laughs. The only word she could make out was the occasional use of her name. "What are they talking about?" she asked in a whisper. "I think they want to take you all at once." Lita said. She climbed onto the altar and knelt with her knees on either side of Amaranth's head. She stroked Amaranth's hair and held her head in her lap. "I'm not entirely sure what they are planning though. Two are wearing their foci, so you can probably expect to take both at once." "What are you planning on doing?" Amaranth asked. She nuzzled into Lita's lap while idly touching herself to stay aroused. "Something we've done before. You liked it when we did it." Lita said. She reached down and stroked gently over Amaranth's breasts. Amaranth grinned. "We have done a lot that I liked." "They are coming over. They do not like you nearly as much as I do. Try to endure any cruelty they have in mind." Lita said. She eased Amaranth's head out of her lap and crawled off the altar. She kissed Amaranth's lips briefly before she made way for the four temple priestesses. The priestesses pulled Amaranth along the altar so her head hung off the end of the stone slab. Two of the priests climbed onto the slab on either side of Amaranth; they pinned her down and straddled her hands and pinned them against their pussies. One priestess climbed between Amaranth's legs and another stood at her head. Without ceremony, the one between her legs pressed forwards and slammed her foci into Amaranth's cunt. The one at her head stroked her face a few times before her lips were spread by the priestess' foci. The priestesses at her head and loins thrust in simultaneously; they pushed Amaranth on each other. Amaranth's throat distended as the hard foci slammed into her; her legs buckled and pulled up as the other foci pounded into her. She lifted her hands as much as she could to press her finger into the two remaining priestesses' wet holes. Nothing about the situation was particularly pleasurable for anyone; the priestesses were more interested in testing Amaranth's limits with a mix of sadism. The two inside her thrust powerfully and out of time. Despite cruel intentions, Amaranth's cunt tightened around the foci. She bucked against the toy, while the other rammed into her throat. A single tear ran down Amaranth's cheek while her throat emitted a moan between the priestess' thrusts. Amaranth pressed her fingers into the two priestess that restrained her. Her fingers thrust in time with the thrusting inside her. "Fuck." One of the priestesses whispered - the one on Amaranth's right. Her pussy tightened around Amaranth's fingers and her body rocked against her hand. Her legs quivered and buckled and she let out a long climactic moan. "You couldn't hold out?" The priestess at Amaranth's head chastised the orgasmic priestess. The priestesses inside Amaranth slowed their movements and pulled out of the woman. "Your plan failed, I take it?" Lita said with a smirk. "You're done. Offer your token to her or not." She said while waving the women away. Dissatisfied grumbles were exchanged between the four women as they climbed off the altar. Two of the women roughly shoved their tokens into Amaranth's pussy. After a moment to catch her breath, she sat up, and blindly searched for her collection pot. Lita walked over to the altar and placed the pot on the altar in front of Amaranth. "It's right here." She whispered. Amaranth moved to squat above the pot and pushed the coins out of her body. "You did well. There is just one more."