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at Her Altar

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The bulbous plug suckled deeply up into the soul of his belly. It was always amazing how it expanded his mind as much as his orifice. The resonant effect on his mouth, the reflex in his gullet. His shaved naked tool had a health swollen glow. His belly pulsed in turgid anticipation. Hands behind his back. On his knees. Moisture emanating from his body. Showing in a gentle misty hue on the floor around his body He could not express how deeply she impacted him and how much he wanted to do for Her. The silence. The silence. Her feet before him. Clean. Naked. In heels of statuesque beauty. Her form rose above him. Her eyes entranced and pierced him. No touch was needed for Her to enter him. Slowly though in a familiar and knowing way She brought Her left hand down. Her palm facing the languid space between his swollen testes and the shaft. Her palm gently wrapped around the balls with the heel of Her hand bringing pervasive pressure against the wall at the base. The slight drag peeled the foreskin back from its glistening tumescent head. The heel of Her hand massaged against his base character in a dance his mind knew well. The piercing ball She had implanted into the deep skin of his perineum goaded the effect further. Little more was needed. The drag and pressure had effect of cocking a piston. Loading his feral seed which she owned, into the barrel of his meatus. Slowly the implosion began deep in his deep subconscious, running like liquid mercury, it ignited the basal ganglia, which in turn triggered deep neuro-receptors and hormone preceptors that primed his body for disruption. He was at her altar. Racing through his heart, the light pulse grew growing in fluorescence, captured his breath. His consciousness expanded beyond his body as his pupils dilated in deep knowing. And then... The light condensed. Drawing into a single point of white purity. Divine consciousness. A point of singularity. An implosion that released a cascade that could no longer be stopped. His testes drew up into her hand as she felt the trigger that drew back the shaft of his meatus. And then it broke. As a piston pumps liquid so did his in a deafening moment. His body recoiled, giving in to the snake of flow through his body. The plug pulled deep in, with each recoil, fucking him like the black beast he knew so well. It's head piercing his heart and released joy. His milk had come in spurts. With a practiced hand She closed his foreskin encapsulating his seed in a swelling bulb of flesh. Then She opened and let it spill into the cradle of her palm. It's warmth and vitality she savoured for a moment. Then lifted it so his pheremonal receptors knew its meal. He knew to lick. To suckle. To lap Her hand like a faithful beast. He savoured the cloy from her fingers. Fingers that toyed with his mouth like a pet, pushing into him as She pleased to make gag and lick it again. In the past his brain would have issued forth and outpouring of words and sounds. Now with her help She had trained him to fall into the feeling and accept With a drooling cock and a pulsing heart though his tear-stained eyes, She saw his joy acceptance and peace White pure light Gratitude Thanks Prayer Devotion Let it be
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Written by DarkStarOne

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