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The Initiate ( Black Lotus x Acitar )

Black Lotus

Black Lotus

Moon
Joined
May 18, 2019
For over an hour of fervorous shiver have you heaved for air, heat waves chasing through your body, consciousness wavering on gateway to dreamland. You laid bare before the altar to Mother of Many, her eyes and those of her brood gazed upon your initiation with sculpted delight. Ritual drugs were coursing through your veins, their pronounced influence stealing strength from your muscles and sharpening your senses to overwhelming degree, even if you were not sure that you can trust them anymore. Sometimes floor seemed to teem under you or your limbs didn´t felt like yours but rather like extremity of some other entity.

When one of your initiators came into room you were hardly able to look at his carmine robes and veiled face or perceive ceramic jug in his hands. He kneeled on your level and caressed you hair, his hand soft and caring, his voice soothing song ,, Shhh shh .. have no fear. You have been chosen for such an honor ,, He continues to sooth you while opening sealed jug that he brought, carving away pieces of red wax like old skin ,, Your misguided wish to creep in our midst have been in fact voice of your true calling, sick soul calling for help ,, He opens the jug with sigh of satisfaction ,, But we have remedy for you ,,
 
Disorientation, dizziness and an overwhelming sense of heat were all that filled Arrina's thoughts for what felt from her perspective to be a small eternity that never seemed to pass into the bliss of unconsciousness. Pumped full of drugs and who knows what else her body and mind felt at once disconnected and yet also so sensitively aware even the vaguest breeze pricked her naked skin into goosebumps. Not to mention other things that defied everything rational toward her mind and senses even as one of her captors and initiators returned it hurt deep inside her mind to look toward his robes or concealed face even as he knelt down next to her and caressed her hair, a sensation that made her feel dizzy beyond belief.

She had thought herself clever for infiltrating this cult of lunatics and madmen but as the relative stranger spoke, a strange jug in his care, it was clear she had been figured out long ago but they had simply seen her as an offering to their twisted deity instead. The red wax covering the jug was peeled away like old skin, her eyes playing tricks on her to that effect making her want to turn her head away but being unable to move at all still. Her limbs refusing to cooperate as she could soon see the opening of the jug, the inky gloom within it shedding no light as to what lay within.
 
" No need to tremble, you will grow fond of that nectar coursing through you " Sooths you the voice while reaching to cavity of ceramic container. From there his hand emerges glossy and moist, covered with thick, colorless liquid. Heading for your lips, rubbing and caressing them, you feel numbing bite of the fluid, tasteless but intoxicating " Open yourself to many blessings of the Mother " Whispers he, while carefully coating insides of your mouth. At no point are your senses relieved or released, only blend together into warm sensitive mess, your mouth merging into one tender indefinite spot.
While moving is barely possible, your limbs are sluggish and body disconnected, feeling reminiscent of floating. With you senses trying to suggest that for time being you are merely gaping mouth surrounded by inconsequential flesh you can still focus on insides of the container getting closer in hands of your initiator. Something is writhing inside, something alive " You will need steady supply of our gift " Reveals he with remark the jug dweller - Clammy worm-like creature, wallowing in and oozing the same fluids that fill your mind and body. Yellowish white body is almost the size of man´s hand, segmented and looking like swallowed white sausage. When he drops it on your belly skin soaks up the secretion almost immediately. You feel its way up to you face, immersing your body in bath of sensations reaching for opening of your mouth. You can feel fluids dripping on your tongue and little legs stretching your lower lip, chest heavy under weight of long otherworldly body.
 
The desire to scream or lash out was only matched by how completely helpless she felt right now, whatever the strange 'nectar' they referred to actually was, it was nothing if not potent in its effects. As her captor's fingers emerged from the ceramic container covered in the thick colourless liquid which was rubbed into her lips, making them feel instantly numb but it remains tasteless and any attempts to force those fingers out of her mouth proved as futile as moving did as the insides of her mouth were thoroughly coated for some reason with the numbing viscous fluid.

Much to Arrina's dismay, she was still able to at see into the ceramic container and something within it seemed to writhe with life, the cold chill of fear clashing with the floating sensation her largely limp limbs which despite her growing terror remained motionless, relaxed even. Her initiator revealed she'd need a steady supply of their 'gift' but as to why she still had no idea and it wasn't an immediate concern as the jugs occupant was dropped onto her belly. It took her mind a moment to even begin making sense of it, it was a yellowish-white colour, like some kind of strange segmented worm.

As it moved up her body her mind nearly went blank as sensations seemed to flood into her, the disorienting white noise of sensation takes a while for her to adjust to and by the time her mind starts to process it again the situation has seemingly worsened. The weight she could feel on her chest between her breasts was now much higher than before and she could feel something pulling on her lower lip. The far worse realisation was the dripping of that viscous fluid into her mouth as whatever this monster creature was seemed to reach inside. She tried, willing her arms to move to try to remove it but all she managed to do was lift her left arm until it drops uselessly onto her thigh.
 
Any amount of feeble resistence couldnt hold creature´s advance futher into your throat, relaxed and free of gag reflex. Your tongue was pushed down by sheer mass of the invader, his bulbous body pulsing, fluids flooding your mouth and flowing down your throat making it moist inviting passage. There is no pain, just pressure and feeling of fulness as segment by segment your throat is filled, melting lines between sense of your own flesh and foreign intruder. Wih jaw ajar, opening further for swelling segments, initiator starts to stroke you slightly bulged throat with caring motion " Fulfilling, isn´t it? " His rhetorical question almost lost in your sensations, every muscle tighting around this sensual invader, all of your flesh proclaiming this to be its purpose, cavity to be filled.
 
The sense of alarm only grew as whatever that worm-like creature was, it was seemingly only interested right now in sliding down her throat which had thus far been rendered as helpless as the rest of her unable to gag or even arrest its descent the bulbous body just kept pushing deeper and deeper. She thought it would start hurting but for some reason, it just felt strange, almost arousing as the chemicals in her blood twisted the sensations as more and more of its segments pushed through her now struggling jaw. Her heart was pounding in her bosom with ever greater terror as it just kept going, even as she wondered what its goal was climbing down her throat her initiator stroked the bulged throat as though marvelling at the sight. She wanted to scream, beg, curse, bite down, flail, something beyond just laying there and taking it but all that happened was beyond her control as the length of her shaft began to swell as her mind could no longer make any sense of the feeling of something essentially forcing itself down her throat, she struggled to keep breathing.
 
Lack of air pushed heavily on your conciousness, your tongue submerged in bath of narcotic nectar conjuring bizarre tastes and sensations, coloring invading fluids once as meaty and fresh, other times fizzy, segmented shaft sliding through you as juicy treat. Juices are overflowing from your mouth, filling sensation growing in your belly " Our gift will give you sight, guide you to your blessings " Sounds the voice of initiator, seemingly far away. When conciousness falls and darkness envelops you, you feel only warm bliss in your belly.
It seems but a moment until you regain conciousness on cold stone, your senses in their traditional sharpness without mist of drugs, pressing feeling of emptiness sets in. Hollow halls around you seem abandoned and different somehow, even if its only feeling. Warmth from belly only highlights absence of it in rest of body, but surprisingly, your shaft is swollen and eager, vital and tense.

You know from your time spend here that three doors lead from this room - One leading to purifying baths, which now that you think about it seem misty and warm, almost inviting . Second one will lead you to temple gardens, where you could be capable to see outside sky and lastly the third one leading to great meeting hall of many pillars. Which one to choose?
 
Her vision began to fray at the edges as the lack of air began to take its toll but she still found herself lying there unable to struggle or resist in any meaningful way as this thing slid further and further into her throat. The experience to her is otherworldly, alien and something akin to a nightmare she couldn't wake from as her senses are utterly overwhelmed, her mind entirely unable to articulate anything from one moment to the next. A fresh, meaty taste from the narcotic flood filling her mouth and stomach changed to something fizzy as she felt that segmented body pushing ever deeper. With Arrina's lungs reaching their limit as her initiator tells her this 'gift' will give her sight her vision blanks, merciful darkness devoid of anything that lasts what only felt like a second to her.

Eyes blinking open again she sat bolt upright, the swirling maelstrom of sensations and fullness that had peaked just before she slipped out of the waking world was replaced by a decided feeling of emptiness with only the warmth in her gut making her believe it hadn't been a dream or drug-fuelled hallucination. With no sign of her initiator nor the robes that had been stripped from her, she found herself in a moment of brief self-consciousness. She inspected her neck and throat by gingerly rubbing her fingers across it and down between her breasts toward her stomach.

Prodding her toned abs gently nothing felt different besides the warmth within her and the fact that nestled at the base of her neatly trimmed bush her cock jutted up shamelessly, the bulbous head and smooth length straining wantonly as she gathered her thoughts and looked around. The worry of something having been put inside her a constant niggle in the back of her mind as she pushed herself upright with some effort.

Her mind still jumbled from her narcotic daze she remembered vaguely where she was, glancing at the three doors that lead from the room, her limbs felt strange having been so used to the almost numb feeling she had to brace herself against the frame of one of the doors to steady herself. The baths, the gardens or the meeting hall, each appealed in its own way, the soothing water of the baths, the fresh air and open sky of the garden or even perhaps some information or help in the great meeting hall.

Not feeling entirely confident enough in striding into the meeting hall naked much less painfully aroused she opted for the baths, to clear her head and figure out what to do next, pushing open the door the cold and stone, prickling at her bare skin was soon washed away by a wave of warm steamy air. Hoping it was unoccupied she made her way through hoping to find a quiet corner to gather herself before exploring further.
 
Water is warm and soothing, thick mist enveloping baths in almost impenetrable shroud, white and strangely smelling of something primal and animalistic. It seems your feeling wasnt just passing thought, something is different. Baths doesnt seem like room you used to know, not even like room at all. Steam obscures your vision, but you could swear that space that you are in is much bigger then any hall, more like plane with small steamy ponds.

When you dive into warm waters your first sensation is relief, whole body loosing tension, with exception of one prominent part refusing to back down. Relaxed and relievd you almost dont notice something in the steam, but your exquisite senses dont betray you. You are certanly not alone, something is here with you, creeping in the mist and its not a small specimen. You can smell its musk even in your position and its speaking volumes. This is not your teritory and maybe not even temple as you know it.
 
Almost the minute she hit the water it removed a lot of the lingering strange sensations from her muscles, the mists were thick, thicker than she could ever remember them being ensuring she could scarcely see a few feet in front of her. Chalking up the initial strangeness to the lingering effects of whatever drugs they had pumped into she just swam around letting the warm water ease her body as she pondered her next move, even if the aching shape of her cock seemed to stay almost painfully aroused, she ignored it just enjoying the moment of perceived solitude.

However, there was a growing uneasy feeling in her mind, her senses warning her that something was amiss the baths themselves not seeming to be quite the way she remembered them at all. As she swam slowly there seemed to be some movement in the mist but her eyes couldn't pick out anything specific making it difficult to be sure if she had seen anything at all. Her other senses especially her sense of smell told her otherwise, a musky scent tickled her nostrils making her swim toward the edge of the pool, lifting her still naked form from the water. She felt, unwelcome like she was somewhere she didn't belong.

Someone or perhaps something was in here with her, even as water dripped from her naked form she was already slowly backing toward where she had entered the baths hoping to slip back out before whatever it was found her in the steam and mist.
 
While slowly backing toward exit, searching for intruder in the mist you make the same mistake as many before - While preparing for coming danger you don't see that which is already here. First you feel moist warmth on your back, fluid dripping through your ass cheeks and emptiness in your body building as if in response. Then bestial arms moist from the mist grab your shoulders and pull you closer, feeling from your back now showing between you legs - Something that could be described as cock is protruding before your eyes if it wasnt at least fifteen inches long and with shapes similar to meaty thorns. Your own member hardly comparison throbbing upon this light gray shaft.
Sensation of scales is attacking upon you back, animalistic smell filling your nose and then the most bizarre - Soft Shh spoken in such a fashion as if by something that tried enormously to sound human.
 
She was operating almost solely on memory and her sense of direction which wasn't as reassuring in the ever-swirling mist that hung in the air, in an attempt to keep whatever it was in front of her she continued walking backwards making the assumption whatever was lurking in the mist was in front of her. The feeling of something warm and moist at her back, different from the mist makes her stop dead in her retreating tracks with one terrifying realisation dawning on her. Whatever had been lurking in the mist was now not only right behind her but was within arms reach of her.

Only confirmed in that belief when bestial hands grab her shoulders pulling her fear stricken form backwards until she could feel its bulk against her back but that wasn't even the most fear-inducing event. Between her thighs, sliding up beneath her sack and her own erection was something which she assumed was this creature's own cock despite its inhuman appearance, strange meaty thorns adorned it and it was a good fifteen inches long but when the feeling of scales at her back was followed by a largely human 'Shhh' in her ear she almost dared not move, breathe, nor even blink.

What was it she had stumbled into and what did it want her for she was too afraid to even consider.
 
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