Samantha's POV
I am Samantha, the first Priestess of the Society. Here in our temple, our lamb for tonight is Milan and the basin is already overflowing with our juices. Everything works when I give the order. Milan hangs half-suspended over the black stone, his athletic body gleaming, the fresh claim carved into his inner thighs and the underside of his heavy c**k still stinging under the constant wetness. The other two wait for my word. I give it.
“Untie his hips and legs. Leave the wrists. I want him movable but still ours.”
They work quickly. Leather straps loosen just enough. We haul him upright enough to reposition, the overflow pouring down his thighs and dripping from his open hole the entire time. I shove him onto his back across the rim so his head rests on the wet stone and
