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[learnandshift]

[The so-called Temple is actually more of a castle, close up, and the priests and priestesses have certainly tried to make it feel more like a home, so far. If the chosen Bride had any fear of being strapped to an altar and sacrificed immediately on arrival, the attendants hope the hospitality will soothe it.

When she first arrived, she was seen to a luxurious private bedroom and allowed to rest, then given a tour of her new home (all but one foreboding room behind a white door at the highest point of the highest tower.) Then came a sumptuous wedding feast of every delicacy imaginable, and some perhaps even unheard of. The Lord was strangely not in attendance.

"He'll see you later tonight," said the high priest, a portly man with kind eyes. "He wants you to enjoy yourself in the meantime."

After dinner it was off to the baths, where the Bride was soaked and scrubbed in hot mineral springwater and fragrant oils, then dressed in nothing but a white silk robe tied at the waist. There is little doubt what is to happen now, as the high priestess walks the Bride up to that white door in the high tower.

"Only do not shun him," said the priestess. "He will not hurt you. But do not refuse."

With that discomforting little message, they open the doors and usher the Bride inside what appears to be a featureless room, gray stone. At the far end is a flat stone altar, and behind it a throne.

In the throne sits nothing but a cloud of shadow, immense and as featureless as the room except for pinpricks of light, glowing orange eyes.]

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[learnandshift]

[The advantage of a shapeshifting thing is that he can adjust. As he slides inside her, he thickens to fit. There. Now it is as they showed him. He begins to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, holding her still where he can test how fast, how deep, how to move without hurting her.

Soon he finds the proper pace, and he holds his bride steady as he begins to take her in earnest. They said that "fucking" is the crude word for it, but he knows it only as a ritual, though one, they said, that would give his bride a good deal of pleasure.]

[gemcrafting]

[ This might be the weirdest way imaginable to lose her virginity, but Rin is far too fixated on how good it feels to worry about things like that. Rin and only handle a moderate pace at the moment, but the thrusts that press deepest into her get the loudest moans in response. Before long she's making a steady stream of soft, pleased noises, her hips twitching and jerking as much as he'll allow - though truthfully, there's something about being held steady like this that she really, really enjoys, even though it's deeply unsettling. It doesn't take long before he wetness starts to slide down her thighs, but she doesn't have it in her to be embarrassed.

On someone with more experience it might not be enough, but Rin had been teased thoroughly before the 'main event', so to speak. Her head rolls forward after a few minutes of thrusting, her breathing growing more intense and more focused. Her moans trail off and she goes almost totally silent. Then her voice builds in her throat as a long, low cry. She tips her head back and squeezes her eyes shut, even as he body squeezes tight around the tentacle inside her. She jerks in his grip a few times, but it's the result of her orgasm far more than any attempt to escape him.

That... was amazing. What the hell? ]

[learnandshift]

[He feels her reactions. The priests never explained what an orgasm is or what it looks like on a woman, so for a moment he thinks he may be hurting her. But it becomes clear that he isn't, he throws away any pretenses of slowing down.

The energy from her climax feeds him, and he absorbs it like water absorbs into roots, taking it through himself to examine, to learn. In the meantime, he does not stop, still thrusting into her like nothing has happened at all.

Why would he stop?]