The Fate Queen's Rite of Enslavement
Tyrak knew not what the strange girl was up to by bringing him to a secluded cave and initiating a heart-tugging primal 'mommy and daddy' venture with him. But what he did know was that the sensation of having his erect member in that spot, in that zone between the delicate and supple long legs of a female as stunning as Tamara, was just divine.
That exact moment when Tamara lowered herself onto his bulging and overly sensitive member, Tyrak felt like he was riding the clouds and swimming through the mist of the mythical seventh heaven. He felt sick with a strange sense of excitement when he experienced that vivid sensation of his simmering circumcised dick splitting the smooth and lubricated folds of the lady's cunt.
Soon enough, the instant arrived when his pulsating member seemed to break through a layer of obstruction before proceeding further into a narrow warm passage of the delectable quim. Tyrak saw white, blue, pink, or red. Whatever color it was, he couldn't tell exactly.
His every limb, muscle, and nerve ending quivered and quavered with euphoria, and an intoxicating sensation of masculine fulfillment surged forth like a torrent from the base of his spine. His lower body gave way to sudden abnormal jerks, and his already dulled senses became even more indistinct. It was then that a much more emphatic bizarre sense of pride surged through his body and soul as he became vaguely aware that his throbbing member was already releasing some bursts of discharge into the lady's cunt.
Oh, what a feeling! Tyrak understood not why. But that carnal consummation and explicit ecstasy he got from shooting a fluid into the tight honeypot of the lady compelled him to wholly believe that he had lived all his years up to that moment in vain. His soul was already in the ninth heaven, swimming in a boundless ocean of delight, and he couldn't tell left from right. His heartbeat had long accelerated to previously unthinkable speeds, and his happiness was so intense that it scared him.
"Phew..."
Tyrak finally released a long breath as he returned back to the real world after experiencing that blissful moment. His head seemed to unclog, and his sight returned to normal.
He could once again see Tamara's face and body clearly. A few beads of tears had rolled down from the corners of her hazel eyes and stained her otherwise angelic face. Moving his gaze downward, Tyrak realized that his member was still sheathed up to the base in the folds of her cunt. Surprisingly, he also noticed that some blood had trickled down from her slit and stained a section of his member that had hardly lost its pristine stiffness.
"What's happening to you? Why are you bleeding down there?" Despite the circumstances, Tyrak's reactions betrayed his inexperience, befitting a typical teenager who had spent all his teenage years mining ores. His gaze, which held feelings of utmost concern, landed on the strange girl's face.
"You bad boy!" She whispered, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye. "Your thing penetrated me, and you released your essence in my most private place. Yet, you're asking what's happening to me! Oh, well! No matter. Let's continue with the bonding ritual."
Tamara didn't give Tyrak any more time to say more tactless words. While still in the cowgirl position, she raised her gorgeous hips and allowed Tyrak's member, glistening with bodily fluids, to slide out of her folds to the very tip. Then, after holding the apex position for a breath or so, Tamara lowered herself again and impaled her sex on Tyrak's stiff cock. She continued repeating that movement of riding Tyrak's body while letting out a few almost inaudible moans that caused a strange charm to descend upon the otherwise silent cave.
Tyrak felt the strange sense of excitement clouding his mind again and again. His eyes seemed to lose focus as they took in Tamara's swaying breasts, which were so sensual and stimulating as they moved in concert with her up-and-down movements. There was also that constant friction and the tightness of her pussy around his member. The feeling was pleasantly delicious beyond anything Tyrak could have conceived before meeting the girl. He enjoyed it, relished it, and before long, he started moving his buttocks up and down to match the girl's rocking movements.
"Pa... Pa... Pa..."
Rhythmic and alluring sounds of flesh hitting flesh continued sounding as the two people immersed themselves in the most primal bonding ritual between a man and a woman. Soon enough, that moment finally arrived when Tyrak felt intense waves of delightful pleasure and ecstasy surging through his entire being. His rock-hard cock started pulsating, and he was vaguely aware that he was about to experience carnal bliss once again. His desire, his yearning for that satisfying moment, flared to unbelievable levels, and he started rocking his buttocks faster to repeatedly impale his raging cock into the girl's wet pussy.
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Tyrak was obviously unaware of the goings-on around him as he neared that moment when he would experience a blissful climax. At some point, Tamara stopped moaning and started mumbling some faint but mysterious words.
Those words were like whispers of a witch in the otherwise silent cave, and they converged to construct bizarre but sacred phrases that touched upon some exalted rule in the world. Their influence on the cavernous space was also magical, and they even caused the six-pointed star inscribed around Tyrak's body to glow with a grander and more sacred splendor.
In the meantime, another strange thing was going on somewhere Tyrak couldn't access with his feeble and recently awakened powers. As Tamara continued swaying her hips in an erotic way to excite his urges, something weird really did start taking place deep within his conscious realm, in that same cognitive domain that had not yet experienced a true awakening.
A six-pointed star, so disturbingly similar to the one inscribed around Tyrak's physical body, had just started coming into existence in the otherwise monotonous conscious realm. Its intricate lines and symbols were 'just' beginning to form. But going by how fast it was becoming more distinct as Tamara rocked her hips, it wouldn't be long before it permanently planted itself in that dark space that was Tyrak's cognitive domain. And maybe, when Tyrak finally ejaculated, it would be the moment it achieved its truest completion.
Suddenly, just as all those events were transpiring, the spatial ring on Tyrak's finger flickered with an almost imperceptible luster. A barely discernible silhouette escaped the ring and drilled into Tyrak's body. A split second later, it appeared in his unweakened conscious realm.
It was, of course, the mysterious entity that offered Tyrak an opportunity that had just taken action. Its eyes were quite conspicuous in Tyrak's otherwise monotonous conscious realm. They shone like luminous purple gems as they observed the bizarre symbol that had just manifested in the mental domain.
"The Fate Queen's Rite of Enslavement!"
The entity's purple eyes shone with sage wisdom, and it immediately recognized the ritual Tamara was conducting. The Fate Queen's Rite of Enslavement was an enslavement ritual often used by oracles, prophets, diviners, and seers in many worlds. It was a potent ritual that could be cast by even apprentice oracles as long as they were willing to harmonize yin and yang with a powerhouse or a yet-to-be powerhouse with tremendous potential.
It was important to note that seers, oracles, and prophets had boundless and mystical powers that could sway the turn of events with momentous outcomes in many worlds. But since fate was fair to all, it had balanced out their abilities by denying such people that could peek into the workings of destiny any combat powers. They could 'see' the future to some extent, but they were always as weak as mortals. And that was why they often used rituals like the Fate Queen's Rite of Enslavement to bind themselves to powerhouses or future powerhouses.
The Fate Queen's Rite of Enslavement would allow them to 'wholly' enslave the powerhouse, who could become their sword, protector, and everything else they wanted the slave to be, after the ritual was successful. They would thus not have to worry about their security and thus comfortably focus on studying the workings of fate with their innate abilities.
"This girl is really bold. It seems like she managed to peer into the wonders of this idiot's non-attribute cosmic stealer physique before deducing the potential it could unleash. That must have been why she settled on performing the Fate Queen's Rite of Enslavement ritual and taking him in as a fate slave..."
Everything became clear to the mysterious entity after it recognized the ritual. It had managed to deduce the causes and effects of the entire series of events that transpired between Tyrak and Tamara within an instant. But knowing all that didn't bring a sense of calmness to the entity. Instead, the knowledge pointing at the core reason behind the events caused its entire translucent body to sear with boundless anger.
How dare she? How dare an apprentice oracle yet to wean from her mother's breast try to enslave a person it had settled on? The mysterious entity's purple eyes shone with a fierce luster as it felt like its dignity had been challenged.
"I'll let her suffer for an entire lifetime." The mysterious entity condemned Tamara, and with a flash, it stepped forward and appeared before the six-pointed star.
The ritual symbol was at the final stage of planting its source root in Tyrak's conscious realm. So, the mysterious entity wasted no time and acted fast.
Its arms and fingers started leaving blurs across the dark space of Tyrak's unawakened mental domain as they altered the shape and nature of some lines and sub-symbols making up the still-forming six-pointed star. The mysterious entity completed all the modifications in less than an instant, and after admiring its handiwork for a split second, its translucent body swayed and disappeared into thin air.
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