The Semen Ritual

The morning after Elara's brutal initiation, I focused on honing my warrior skills, feeling a hum of increased power. After training i went back to inn and teased Gretchen not giving her the dick. After a quick lunch, I headed to my chambers. Soon, Amelia arrived, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She reported on Elara's intense session and, most notably, confirmed Elara's confessed semen fetish. A wicked grin spread across our faces; we knew exactly what came next.

That night, Amelia and I engaged in a truly savage coupling. I ravaged her relentlessly, plowing into her, filling her with my potent semen until the early hours. By dawn, she looked distended, heavy with my seed, as if she were carrying a child. "This much should be enough, Amelia," I whispered, blocking her overflowing pussy with a strategically placed dildo and her engorged asshole with a butt plug. Amelia, utterly sated, nodded, her voice thick with fulfillment. "It will be more than enough, Master."

I departed for my training, leaving Amelia to her mission. As she walked, the dildo subtly poked out from beneath her dress, a bulge beneath her robes. Amelia felt a surge of perverse pride. With every step, the dildo and butt plug shifted within her, a constant, internal reminder of her glorious impregnation. Villagers stared, their eyes drawn to her flushed, elevated face, a strange mix of awe and discomfort. The women, in particular, watched with a potent cocktail of jealousy and morbid curiosity.

Amelia reached Elara's house. Theron, predictably, hovered near the door, his face a canvas of nervous anticipation, gaping at the noticeable bulge of Amelia's stomach. Amelia approached him, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Come again today and watch, Theron." With a slow, deliberate movement, she slipped a hand inside her dress, wiping the fresh, leaking semen from her inner thigh. She brought her hand, still glistening with my seed, inches from his face. "Today, I have brought something special for my slut, directly from my Master." Theron's jaw dropped, his eyes fixated on the creamy streaks on her palm. A visible tremor shook him, and he was already leaking pre-cum, his pathetic desire laid bare.

Amelia swept into the bedroom, closing the door just enough to leave that tantalizing crack. Theron, like a dog on a leash, followed, settling himself by the opening, his breath ragged, waiting for the depraved show to begin.

Elara lay naked on the bed, the dildo still nestled in her pussy from the previous night. Her eyes widened as she noticed Amelia's bulging belly. "Mistress… your stomach…" she whispered, a confused curiosity in her voice.

Amelia's smile was knowing. "It is a gift for you, my slut, directly from my Master. Wait for it." She then turned her attention to Elara's night. "Tell me, my slut, how was your experience last night?"

Elara's eyes glistened with a perverse excitement. "Oh, Mistress, Theron was so… so excited. Seeing my pussy filled with your dildo… he tried to take it out, to put his own dick inside, but I stopped him, just as you instructed. I told him that until my training is complete, my pussy is only for my Mistress. But… but I told him he could use my asshole." A shiver of thrill ran through her as she recounted her defiance. "Theron got so excited. He immediately started to push his small, finger-sized dick inside my asshole. It went in easily, and he came inside me, multiple times, Mistress, while moving the dildo carefully inside my pussy. He is always so eager to see Mistress train me."

Amelia, her face a mask of predatory satisfaction, stripped herself bare. Elara gasped, her eyes riveted to Amelia's body. Her pussy and asshole were visibly plugged, with sticky rivulets of semen still oozing from both openings. The sight of Amelia, so utterly filled and leaking, sent a fresh jolt through Elara.

With the dildo still firmly seated in her own pussy, Amelia adjusted the strap-on. Then, with a practiced hand, she slowly, agonizingly, removed the dildo from Elara's pussy, the soft schloorp of suction filling the tense air. Without a moment's hesitation, Amelia positioned the massive strap-on. "Prepare yourself, slut!" she snarled, and thrust hard, burying the colossal fake cock deep within Elara's freshly emptied, aching hole. Elara screamed, a raw, primal sound of pain and ecstasy, as her pussy stretched, each inch of Amelia's powerful thrust causing her inner walls to scream, distending around the massive girth.

Amelia began to fuck Elara with a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. Each forward plunge sent a fresh wave of sensation through Elara, her cries escalating with every forceful penetration. Inside Amelia's own body, the dildo and butt plug shifted with each hip thrust, a constant, delicious friction against her own pleasure points, fueling her dominance. The semen I had filled her with churned and sloshed inside her, adding a wet, heavy fullness to her every movement. Elara, writhing beneath her, became a chorus of screams and guttural moans, her hesitations long gone, transformed into a panting, begging slut. "AHHHH! YES, MISTRESS! FUCK ME HARDER! I'M YOUR WHORE! FILL MY PUSSY! OH GOD, THE DIIICK! Mmmph! Ahhh! Yesss! Punish me, you bitch! Pound my cunt!" Theron, at the door, was a frantic mess, his own hand working furiously, lost to the sight.

For two relentless hours, Amelia pounded into Elara. The room filled with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh, Elara's ear-splitting screams, and Amelia's guttural grunts of dominance. Elara's body glistened with sweat, and the bed beneath them was soaked, not just with her squirt, but with the desperate release of her bladder. Finally, utterly exhausted, Elara lay limp and shaking.

Amelia removed the strap-on from Elara's pussy. Elara, still dazed, Amelia clamped her vaginal muscles tight, desperately trying to hold in the lingering semen within her while removing the dildo. Amelia, a wicked glint in her eyes, then climbed onto Elara's face, her own pussy oozing with my semen, hovering over Elara's mouth. "Open your mouth, slut!" Amelia commanded, her voice thick with cruel pleasure. "Take this gift from your Master! Drink it! Not a single drop wasted!"

Slowly, deliberately, Amelia relaxed her vaginal muscles, allowing my semen to begin oozing from her pussy directly into Elara's waiting mouth. Elara, still dazed, instinctively swallowed the first sip. But at the taste, her eyes snapped wide open, a horrified realization dawning on her. She began to shake her head frantically, a guttural "NO! NOOOOO!" escaping her lips. She was drinking another man's semen for the first time, and the reality of it hit her like a physical blow. She screamed, tears streaming down her face, a raw, desperate cry of protest. "Aaaah! Not like this! Pleeease! It's too much! I can't! It's from a MAN! Gagging!"

Amelia, with a firm grip, held Elara's head between her thighs, pinching Elara's nose, forcing her mouth open, allowing the stream of semen to continue flowing. "Drink it, you foolish bitch! You will enjoy the semen given by Master! It will be too addictive for a whore who has a semen fetish!"

Elara choked, gagged, but with each forced gulp, something shifted. The initial revulsion warred with a primal, insistent urge. After a few sips, her deep-seated fetish for semen, newly awakened and amplified, surged to the forefront. The taste, initially alien, now hinted at a forbidden pleasure, a potent, visceral connection to power. Her struggling ceased. Her eyes, still tear-filled, now held a strange, hungry fascination, a dawning addiction. She began to drink, greedily. Her tongue, no longer resistant, moved with a newfound purpose, lapping at Amelia's pussy, actively seeking out every last drop of the viscous fluid. A low, satisfied hum rumbled in her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated craving. "Mmmph! So sweet! More, Mistress! Give me all of it! Your Master's cum is delicious! I need it! Fill my mouth! Slurp! Slurp! Ahhh, yes!" Elara's head bobbed, her mouth working like a starving babe, drawing the thick, creamy liquid directly from Amelia's slick lips. The guttural sounds of her eager swallowing echoed in the room.

Once Amelia had released all the semen from her pussy, Elara continued to meticulously lick and clean her, a devoted animal. Her tongue flicked, explored, leaving no crevice untouched, driven by a desperate need to consume every trace. Amelia stayed, enjoying the sensuous touch of Elara's tongue on her most intimate parts, relishing the visible shift in Elara's desires. After a moment, Amelia stood up, turning her back to Elara. "Here is more of it, my slut," she purred, and with a soft pop, pulled out the butt plug. Elara, already drunk on the taste of semen, lunged forward, pressing her face against Amelia's anus, her tongue darting, eagerly licking away the semen and poking at Amelia's asshole, drawing out every last trace. She sucked at the exit, her lips forming a seal, pulling the last drops into her mouth. "Gulp! Oh, god! Yes! Mmmm! This ass cum! More! Let me drown in it! I want it all! Every single drop! Licking sounds!" Her nose brushed against Amelia's puckered anus, drawing in the musky scent of fresh sex and semen, driving her further into a frenzy of consumption.

After extracting every last drop of semen, Elara continued to luxuriate in the lingering taste, meticulously cleaning both Amelia's pussy and asshole, her tongue a desperate, exploring force, enjoying the faint traces of the precious fluid. She licked, she sucked, ensuring nothing went to waste, her hunger for it now undeniable. Amelia reveled in Elara's eager attention.

Finally, Amelia got dressed, putting the dildo and butt plug back inside herself. She then turned to Elara, her voice firm. "Now, my slut. Put the dildo back inside yourself. And start the anal training with your husband. Stretch your asshole for me."

Elara, her eyes now holding a new, almost devilish glint, her face devoid of shame, simply nodded. "I will do anything for you, Mistress. Anything for that cum. Just give me more!"

Amelia left the room. Theron, at the door, was a gasping, trembling wreck, his small dick leaking cum, his face pale with exhaustion and ecstasy. Amelia tapped him on the shoulder, her voice a low, wicked promise. "Prepare her asshole for me, Theron. And I will let you see the most wonderful sight of your life."