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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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[They told him it might hurt her, if he was too rough, but she doesn't seem to have that problem at all. He holds her up over the bed by her lower body, giving him room to pound her with both tendrils in turn. He can admit it's sort of an experimental game rather than something he necessarily had to do to keep up, but she seems to be loving it anyway.

More, more, more, and he gives her more, bouncing her as he thrusts to fuck her hard. That is the crude word for it, they said. The ritual is an act of that "fucking" but also so much more. Within her, he can touch things, feel things that even she doesn't know are accessible. But when your husband is a god, he can do many things with a body that mortal men can't do.

It is an act of pleasure, but also a holy act. As the Vessel-Bride, she serves a special role to the Lord. Not only does she teach him, but through her his power can be made into something other than shadows. Those baths and rituals weren't just for show, but preparing her to be able to accept him.

The second tendril withdraws, and the first takes over. It continues to thrust into her, over and over, and as they showed him, he starts to change its shape.]