Dawn light filtered through the high stained-glass windows, bathing the sacred chamber in deep reds and golds. Lila remained bound to the stone altar, her body utterly spent yet humming with a strange, electric new energy. Every shallow cut on her skin throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Her p***y and ass felt swollen, gaping, and deliciously used, still leaking the mixed juices of over thirty women.
The former high priestess knelt beside the altar, her long raven hair cascading over her bare breasts. She looked at Lila with reverence and lust.
“You have been tested by the Goddess,” she said, voice soft but carrying through the silent chamber. “Your blood, your pleasure, your surrender… all accepted. The old vessel steps aside. Rise, Lila. Rise as our new High Priestess.”
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