In the dank, shadowy depths of St. Judas’ church basement, a new order had taken root. The once holy place now pulsed with an ancient, carnal energy, a shrine dedicated to the worship of carnal pleasures. Ruxi, the dark priestess, had seen to that. With a mere whisper and a wave of her hand, she had been bending her father, Greg, to her will, transforming him into her obedient servant. The basement became her sanctum, where willing bodies were offered up in ecstatic tribute.
Ruxi lounged on an ornate chair, her lithe body draped in gossamer robes that left little to the imagination. She appraised her new plaything with a hungry gaze, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Approach, my pet,” she purred, crooking a finger at Mark.
The young man hesitated for only a moment before approaching, his eyes wide as he took in the debauched scene before him. Ruxi’s smile widened, and she leaned forward, allowing her robes to slip off her shoulders. “Don’t be shy, darling,” she cooed. “Your father has already enjoyed the fruits of my divine blessing.” Ruxi looked at Mark's father kneeling among her other worshipers who had joined her cult much earlier.
Mark’s gaze was drawn to his father’s haunted eyes, and he felt a thrill of fear mingle with his growing arousal. “Welcome, my child,” Ruxi purred, rising languidly from her seat, letting her own robes slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Mark’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his Mistress - the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Every inch of her was a work of sinful art.
“Today, you shall be baptized in a different kind of spirit.” She circled him like a predator, her voice dripping with honey and venom.
She pushed him onto the chair, straddling him with her thighs. She was dripping wet, her folds parting easily around the head of Mark’s cock as she rubbed herself along his length. The sensation was exquisite, and he could not hold back the low groan that tore from his throat.
“Yesss, give in to it,” Ruxi purred, sinking down just an inch on his shaft. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, silky and slick and hot as hell itself. “Let me hear those pretty noises you make.”
She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles. She took him deeper each time, until the head of his cock kissed the entrance to her womb. The pleasure was incredible, almost too much to bear.
But just as Mark thought he might explode, Ruxi lifted herself off completely. His cock throbbed, aching for more of her perfect heat, but she simply smiled cruelly and denied him - over and over again.
She edged him mercilessly, taking him right to the brink before pulling away. She used her hand, her mouth, even the cool leather of the chair to tease him until he was reduced to a babbling, desperate mess.
By the time she finally let him slip back inside her soaked channel, Mark was barely clinging to his sanity by a thread. He bucked up into her wildly, chasing that final peak with everything he had left.
“That’s it,” Ruxi hissed in his ear, sinking down to take every last inch of him. “Give me your seed. Make yourself mine for eternity!”
With a hoarse scream of ecstasy, Mark shattered inside her. His cock pulsed and jerked as he filled her ravenous cunt with spurt after spurt of his hot, thick release. Ruxi moaned in delight, her rippling muscles milking every last drop from his spurting cock, wringing him dry of seed and sanity alike.
As the final waves of his climax crashed over him, Mark felt something deep within himself twist and break. The last shreds of his willpower snapped like twigs under a boot heel. He was lost, drowning in the abyss of Ruxi’s depravity.
When it was done, they collapsed together, bodies still joined intimately. Mark looked up at her dazedly, eyes glazed with worship and submission. Like father like son, his expression now resembled that of his father's, it held no trace of the man he had once been - only a blank, reverent worship for his new mistress and the dark ecstasies she promised. Ruxi smiled, knowing he would obey her every debased whim now. The initiation was complete; another convert secured for her twisted service, body and soul.
“Welcome to your new eternity, my slave,” Ruxi purred, climbing off him and leaving his spent body to slump to the floor at her feet, a trickle of their combined fluids seeping down her leg. “The rituals are just beginning…”
And with that promise - no, with that threat - she turned and walked away, ready to begin the dark work of bending Mark to her will for all the days to come. The initiation was complete, and a new devotee had been welcomed into the service of the flesh.
Ruxi lounged on an ornate chair, her lithe body draped in gossamer robes that left little to the imagination. She appraised her new plaything with a hungry gaze, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Approach, my pet,” she purred, crooking a finger at Mark.
The young man hesitated for only a moment before approaching, his eyes wide as he took in the debauched scene before him. Ruxi’s smile widened, and she leaned forward, allowing her robes to slip off her shoulders. “Don’t be shy, darling,” she cooed. “Your father has already enjoyed the fruits of my divine blessing.” Ruxi looked at Mark's father kneeling among her other worshipers who had joined her cult much earlier.
Mark’s gaze was drawn to his father’s haunted eyes, and he felt a thrill of fear mingle with his growing arousal. “Welcome, my child,” Ruxi purred, rising languidly from her seat, letting her own robes slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Mark’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his Mistress - the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Every inch of her was a work of sinful art.
“Today, you shall be baptized in a different kind of spirit.” She circled him like a predator, her voice dripping with honey and venom.
She pushed him onto the chair, straddling him with her thighs. She was dripping wet, her folds parting easily around the head of Mark’s cock as she rubbed herself along his length. The sensation was exquisite, and he could not hold back the low groan that tore from his throat.
“Yesss, give in to it,” Ruxi purred, sinking down just an inch on his shaft. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, silky and slick and hot as hell itself. “Let me hear those pretty noises you make.”
She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles. She took him deeper each time, until the head of his cock kissed the entrance to her womb. The pleasure was incredible, almost too much to bear.
But just as Mark thought he might explode, Ruxi lifted herself off completely. His cock throbbed, aching for more of her perfect heat, but she simply smiled cruelly and denied him - over and over again.
She edged him mercilessly, taking him right to the brink before pulling away. She used her hand, her mouth, even the cool leather of the chair to tease him until he was reduced to a babbling, desperate mess.
By the time she finally let him slip back inside her soaked channel, Mark was barely clinging to his sanity by a thread. He bucked up into her wildly, chasing that final peak with everything he had left.
“That’s it,” Ruxi hissed in his ear, sinking down to take every last inch of him. “Give me your seed. Make yourself mine for eternity!”
With a hoarse scream of ecstasy, Mark shattered inside her. His cock pulsed and jerked as he filled her ravenous cunt with spurt after spurt of his hot, thick release. Ruxi moaned in delight, her rippling muscles milking every last drop from his spurting cock, wringing him dry of seed and sanity alike.
As the final waves of his climax crashed over him, Mark felt something deep within himself twist and break. The last shreds of his willpower snapped like twigs under a boot heel. He was lost, drowning in the abyss of Ruxi’s depravity.
When it was done, they collapsed together, bodies still joined intimately. Mark looked up at her dazedly, eyes glazed with worship and submission. Like father like son, his expression now resembled that of his father's, it held no trace of the man he had once been - only a blank, reverent worship for his new mistress and the dark ecstasies she promised. Ruxi smiled, knowing he would obey her every debased whim now. The initiation was complete; another convert secured for her twisted service, body and soul.
“Welcome to your new eternity, my slave,” Ruxi purred, climbing off him and leaving his spent body to slump to the floor at her feet, a trickle of their combined fluids seeping down her leg. “The rituals are just beginning…”
And with that promise - no, with that threat - she turned and walked away, ready to begin the dark work of bending Mark to her will for all the days to come. The initiation was complete, and a new devotee had been welcomed into the service of the flesh.