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The Pale Lady

The group of men rushed through the foggy marshlands, 26 in all, they had very little time to make it to the alter.
15 years their leader, known only as “the follower” had been searching for scraps of long forgotten tomes telling of a place of constant moonlight, where the Lady sleeps.

Suddenly there before them was a stone bed, ancient yet untouched by the swamp. The follower placed the required items upon the bed posts; the heart of a sun, the eyes of a male virgin, a rose with deathly black colouring and the blood from his own chest.
When the last of these were placed the Follower was drawn onto the bed by unseen forces. The 25 other men then formed a circle around him, once they linked hands they were pulled into the ground by thorny vines. The swamp fell silent, not cricket nor moth dared make sound; she appeared from beyond the moonlight, the Pale Lady. The follower was struck with envious lust at her beauty, something that if he closed his eyes his thoughts could not recreate.
She stood upon the bed, feeding on his energy, she removed her white ghost-like wrappings and leant down to kiss the follower. As her lips caressed his, he felt a wave of warmth, like the feel of a summer breeze or the heat of a fired hearth in winter. All his memories of adventures through the great desserts, lumbering mountains, darkest caverns all seemed to drift from his mind, consumed by machinations of the Pale Lady. He arose from the bed as her chosen, ready to serve, ready to die. His purpose renewed, filled with the memories of all the past lives he had forgotten. He reopened his eyes, laying his gaze upon the lady he had loved for millennia. The throes of passion overtaking them, forcing them into an embrace that blacked out the stars and turned the moonlight red. He ran his hands along her legs moving ever up, she shivered at the sensation of her first touch in a 1000 years. He parted her legs, seeing the divine juices flowing waiting for him to taste. He started kissing her thigh easing towards her diving into her flesh he felt renewed, every flick of his tongue sending shivers of pleasure radiating through her.

The swamp seemed to burst to life, the insects began wriggling and shuffling through the fallen leaves, the moths began fluttering and twirling in the red glow of the moon, and as the follower pushed the Pale Lady she let out a cry of absolute pleasure tearing through the swamp causing all life to blissfully begin to devour each other in a bloody buffet of overindulgence and ecstasies.

The Pale Lady beckoned the follower to her lips. She licked the length of his shaft from the base to the tip, from there she took his whole length into her mouth, she began working her mouth up and down, trying to push for more each time, seemingly as she did the follower would grow more and more, feeling his cock pushing down her throat. After several minutes the follower locked his hands behind the Pale ladies head and exploded down her throat, she didn’t have time to react, nor did she want to. Feeling his hot juices flowing was only building to a final crescendo between the pair.
Vines ripped across the stone bed entangling the Pale Lady, pinning her in place, the follower moved towards her, running his hands along her face moving towards her breasts and down to her waist.
He climbed onto the bed between her forcibly spread legs, sliding his hard member into her slowly. Feeling every tightening pulse along his shaft. Once he reached the pinnacle he began to thrust, watching her abdomen swell with every push. The Pale Lady attempted to fight off the vines but couldn’t all her godly powers were nullified by her champion’s presence. Truly powerless she gave into his movements, beginning to move in time with him, building herself up to absolute satisfaction. Right as they were about to orgasm at the same time the vines wrapping her legs released, the Pale Lady quickly crossed her legs around the follower as they both collapsed into a heated mess on the bed.
After a short embrace and one last passionate kiss, the follower exploded into a fury of blue stardust. One Pale blue core of energy wisped away at speed across the horizon. The Pale Lady contemplated how many centuries until her champion found his way back to their home. Their forced separation a sick punishment of jealous lessor gods.

NSFW: yes

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