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[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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[If there's any consolation in being plucked off the ground and undressed like that, it's that the Lord's touch is not as bad as it might look to be. The strange, shadowy tendrils have weight to them, and feel strangely warm and tingly, soft, as long as he's concentrating on making them that way.

For a moment, he just continues to turn her over in his grip, gentler than could possibly be expected of an eldritch whatever-he-is. Two tendrils experimentally rub her shoulders and down her arms, and another two do the same to her legs. Two more wrap around her waist and begin to touch her body, her breasts, and her thighs. He really does seem to be just looking at her right now, if a little rudely probing in his total silence.]

Hey-- hey!

[ This is... not what she expecting.

Rin isn't sure what she was expecting, to be fair, but not this. Definitely not this. Her breath catches slightly as she's turned this way and that, and significantly as the strange feeling (but not unpleasantly so) tendrils explore her breasts. Her nipples are already a bit stiff from the cold, but the sensitive skin pebbles even tighter when his touch drifts close. Once she's turned around it becomes clear that, much like her breasts, her hips and butt are average in size but lovely in shape.

She tries to draw her knees closer together, especially once he starts exploring her thighs, but her movements are a little weak when she's also arching her back and tugging at her wrists. With as flustered and distracted as she is, it's hard to decide what to put the most effort into. ]

[Tendrils wrap around her curves, touching and seemingly teasing, were it not abundantly clear that the Lord has never seen a woman like this before.

When she tugs to cover herself, he lets her, briefly. More like he doesn't fight her initially, but she only has a few seconds of victory before he's spreading her apart again. Tendrils grip her hands and feet, and another one rises from the mass to just barely touch between her thighs, a careful slide up across her sex. The priests have taught him that much. He doesn't try to penetrate her yet, simply rubbing and exploring there as much as anywhere else on her.

[ Well, so much for that. Rin is finally getting the sense that this... guy... has no idea what he's doing. Or maybe not no idea, but clearly no experience. Which is just the tiniest bit nerve-wracking, but also oddly comforting. At least both of them are new to this.

Rin has given up on trying to be sassy, now. She feels far to vulnerable and far too keyed up, and when one of those tendrils touches between her thighs she stiffens again. She's moving again a moment later, but rather than trying to pull away she's simply squirming. That feels... really good, actually, and within just a few moments her folds start to grow slick with desire. ]

[Tne tendril continues to smooth against her, back and forth, seemingly content with rubbing and feeling her reactions. For nearly a minute, it seems like he doesn't know the next step to take with her.

Then it becomes clear he does. The tendril slides between her folds and begins to push, gently, sliding inside of her a little at a time. The others hold her still and keep her legs spread, to make it easier as he eases inside of her.

Slowly, he begins to move in and out, as they showed him to.]

[ If you had told Rin that being teased like this for a minute straight would be one of the most awful sensations of her life, she would have laughed - and she would have been wrong.

It's not that it feels bad. In fact, it might be one of the most pleasant sensations of her entire life, but it isn't enough. It only takes about ten seconds before she's unconsciously jerking her hips in search of more friction. Her cheeks go red, her eyes go slightly glassy, and her breathing gets short and shallow. Gradually she relaxes, going languid and pliant in his grip.

He's so gentle she almost doesn't notice the change at first - but she does notice and some of that tension of earlier returns. By now, however, she's so wet that he slides in easily, and so long as makes himself no thicker than the equivalent of a couple fingers Rin's body stretches easily to accommodate him. A soft, somewhat uncertain moan builds in her throat and her eyes slide shut. This... still actually feels pretty good, so even though her fingers curl into loose fists she doesn't try to fight his grip. ]

[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.]

[ 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? ]

[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?]

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