Chapter 5: Resolution
Choria's hand worked expertly on his cock, her thumb brushing against his sensitive spot with every stroke. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his breaths growing shallow and his heart racing. But just as he was about to reach his peak, the door to the temple swung open, startling him.
The villagers crowded inside, their eyes wide with curiosity and excitement. Goren's body froze, his eyes locked onto their judgmental gazes.
"Well, well, well," one man jeered, stepping forward. "Looks like the chosen one has been given quite the welcome."
The crowd snickered, and Goren felt his face flush with embarrassment. He knew that he had been marked as the sacrifice, but he hadn't expected the villagers to witness his humiliation firsthand.
Choria, however, seemed unfazed by the intrusion.
She continued to jack him off with a swift, steady motion, her grip tightening as she felt his cock twitch and pulse in her hand.
"You want to watch?" she taunted the onlookers. "Then come closer."
The crowd hesitated for a moment, and then started to inch forward, their eyes glued to Goren's cock as it grew harder and harder in Choria's grasp. She began to stroke him faster, her hand a blur of motion.
Goren could feel his orgasm building quickly, his one remaining ball drawing up tight against his body. Choria leaned in, her mouth moving closer to his throbbing shaft.
"Take it," she whispered, "take your reward, indulge in your pleasures."
Goren groaned, his body shaking with desire. He could feel the first spasms of his climax beginning to rip through him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud cry, he slammed his hips upwards, spewing his hot cum onto Choria's awaiting mouth.
She swallowed greedily, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. Goren collapsed onto the altar, spent and utterly drained. The crowd remained silent for a moment, taking in the scene before them. Then, a cheer erupted, and the villagers began to chant, "Slut! Slut! Slut!"
Choria stood, a proud smile on her face. She strode over to where the High Priestess and the Empress were standing, her head high and her shoulders back.
Her body was aiblee with the pain and pleasure she had endured, her skin slick with sweat and her breasts heaving with every breath.
The Empress smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Welcome back, Choria," she purred. "I see you did not disappoint in your offering."
Choria's chest swelled with pride, a fierce fire burning within her. She held herself tall, allowing the crowed to gaze upon her, her body tensed and ready for whatever came next.
Melia regarded her with a wicked smirk.
"Yes, she did a fine job, didn't she?"
The Empress chuckled. "Indeed. Now, Choria, I believe you and Goren have some unfinished business to attend to. Take him away and give him what he truly desires."
Without another word, Choria took Goren by the hand and led him out of the temple, the crowd parting to make way for them. They walked through the village square, past the curious stares of the villagers, and finally arrived at Choria's small hut.
The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room with a straw mat on the floor.
Goren hesitated for a moment, still reeling from the intensity of the ritual. But Choria's grip on his hand was firm, and she pulled him inside with a mischievous grin.
"I know you're still in pain," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "But trust me, Goren.
This is what you truly desire. I can sense it in you, the hunger for release, for pure pleasure."
Goren looked at her, his pupils dilated with anticipation and fear, but he didn't resist as Choria pushed him down onto the straw mat. She straddled him, her hips grinding against his thighs, and began to grind her hips in a slow circular motion.
"Yes," Choria whispered, her breath hot against Goren's lips.
"This is what you want, isn't it?"
Goren could only nod, his body trembling with anticipation. He reached up to touch her, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her thighs, but Choria pulled back.
"Not yet," she said, a wicked spark in her eyes. "First, I want to taste you."
And with that, she started to unlace Goren's loin cloth. Her small, delicate hands worked quickly, and soon his cock was free, standing tall and erect.
Choria leaned forward, her soft chest brushing against his as she whispered, "This is for you, chosen one. I'm going to make you feel good."
Goren nodded again, his breath hitching as she engulfed the tip of his cock with her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing and tasting every inch of him. She was in complete control, moving her mouth up and down his shaft with a slow and deliberate pace.
She grabbed his balls with one hand, massaging them gently as her other hand gripped the base of his cock, her fingers splayed wide.
"Fuck, Choria," Goren groaned, unable to hold back any longer.
He reached down to tangle his fingers in her long, dark hair, pulling her closer as he thrust his hips upwards, trying to bury himself deeper in her throat. But Choria was ready for him, taking every inch of him like a pro.
She moaned around his length, giving him a blow job that could rival any of the whorehouses in the city. Goren's fingers tightened in her hair, as he savored every moment of her expert tongue working over his dick. He could feel his balls growing heavy, his need for release approaching its boiling point.
When he couldn't take it any longer, he pulled Choria up from her knees and lifted her up to set her roughly on the altar. She straddled him, grinding her damp pussy on his throbbing cock.
"You want it, Goren?" she whispered, her voice dripping with lust. "You want to fuck me? Take me hard and fast?"
Goren couldn't speak. All he could do was nod, his eyes locked on Choria's neck as she pulled her dress off, revealing her voluptuous breasts. She bent down, her nipples brushing against his chest as she grabbed the base of his cock and guided it into her slick entrance.
"Take it, Goren," she moaned, impaling herself on him.
"Take me. Fuck me."
Goren had never heard such filthy words from her sweet lips before, and it pushed him over the edge. He gripped her hips, slamming them down onto his cock with brutal force as she screamed with pleasure. Sweat dripped from their bodies, and their breaths came in ragged gasps as they lost themselves in the primal rhythm of their desperate coupling.
The villagers outside began to chant and yell, driven to a frenzy at the sight of their most valued member taken so crudely by the High Priestess.
Goren barely registered their presence as his eyes locked onto Choria's. Her body writhed and convulsed in orgasm after orgasm, her cries mingling with her own arousal, as she rode him harder and harder. Goren's own climax approached, cresting over him like a wave. He let out a cruel, primal roar, eyes nearly black with lust, as he thrust harder and harder into her.
Choria cried out, her body bucking beneath him as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Her cunt clenched tightly around Goren's cock, milking it as she rode the last spasms of her orgasm. Goren let out a long, guttural cry as he followed suit, filling her with every last drop of his essence.
As they lay there, panting and spent, Goren's senses returned slowly but surely. He looked around the room and saw the villagers watching them through the wooden screens, their faces a mix of envy, disgust, and fascination.
But Goren didn't care, not when he was still buried deep inside Choria, feeling every tremor of pleasure that rippled through her body.