John was completely breathless when she was positioned. How hard he was, and how horrified. He didn't want to see this, but he'd break his neck if he looked away. Again he shook his head, and again it meant nothing in the wake of the better man's whims. Charlotte's beautiful hips, virginal one last time, one last motion, as Kell pulled down and planted his hulking member into her stomach. John cried out, but the deafening approval shouted by the crowd made his voice a simmer in a roiling sea. John felt defeated, and mingled that dread with the arousal of watching his love be taken, overtaken, by a far more glorious man. It was the sexual peak of his life, and he wasn't even involved.<br/><br/>The crowd watched, transfixed to the scene and the moment in their hearts, when the girl, ill-designed to take the heft of what she was lanced on, as she was obviously struggling with the sensation. It is not in human nature to subject oneself to such abuse without suffering. They saw it in her, but that was the torment of any martyr. She took to it well, like it was necessary. They should all be inspired by her, and they praised her in her work to save them. She took the pain for payment, and reveled in it. Virgin Oracle, turned bride of their prince.<br/><br/>They were elated to see her crimson on Kell's length. It was a sign, surely - everyone knew it was powerful, her proof. She was theirs now, the way an idol belongs to her crowd. They cried for happier reasons than John and his moving, miserable hand. It was difficult for the otherwise pious man who loved her not to be brought along. There is such forgiveness in defeat, to feel something more powerful than all your own strength. In a way it was liberating. He felt such deep sadness, but also absolved of continued vying for her attention. She belonged to a much better creature.<br/><br/>Kell felt the taut grip of her prized insides, and it was his victory. Their holy maiden defiled, willingly, for him. He was killing Jarek again, more and more for every thrust, every time he sunk her down on him. Her arms were out, fingers curled to let the people know she was being murdered, high up in her stomach, a tribute to his length. Genetic superior son, who'd set his own ambition to bloom and shadow his father's plans. Her little breasts danced and her mouth was a hollow. He laughed darkly in his throat, and the crowd thought it was dapper, thought he looked formidable - beautiful man taking on the very turn of their belief, and being so fetching and strong about it.<br/><br/>As the pair worked to be a single animal for them, dear Charlotte already taking to fucking after only having been introduced to it today. To think that old king foolishly thought her purity was going to save them. This was real faith, this was true mining of power. It was in the essence of humans, not in something fine and methodical. True things can only come from nature, and this was that. Their dreams, sleeping in their stomachs, woken up by the small girl on the big man, her stomach in turn full of his flesh and the courage to take it.<br/><br/>Even Kell was in awe when the magic set in, insanity funneled for his design. It was perfect, new voice and new demands. He nodded to the sister Lotte asked for, and the crowd cleared in that pocket, to leave Reve alone in the middle. Beautiful and dark haired. She looked afraid, but her arms were by her side, inviting while she trembled. She disrobed and stood, willing to participate with her brown nipples and cusp-of-existence breasts. Ellen darted up behind her, and hugged her. When she drew her fingers over her sister's abdomen, there were crosses of blood form her nails. The crowd understood and swelled back to fill up the room they'd given. All lips that could, found those trails, and nails continued to tear at her skin to make more trails for them all to suckle. The way Reve arched, hips and eyes rolling, it looked as though she was being fucked by all of them.<br/><br/>While they feasted on the blood Charlotte had given them, they saw her on their prince, convulsing. Their saint, finding it finally, her own undoing. Kell kissed her back, her inspiration beautiful, her taut grip tortuously loving his practiced limb. He wouldn't let her mind mend, and wrecked her harder. He laid her down, despite her willingness to bounce, and thrust down into her comparatively small body. He had heard her promise herself to him.<br/><br/>His one hand on her throat kept her where she was, his limb red with her blood still pistoning in and out of her recently opened place, her recent virgin's wound. The crowd who'd taken on Ellen's practice and started undressing to bleed each other, thought he looked like a rider, who was fighting the last of Charlotte that wasn't the Oracle. He was battling for them, cleansing her of that unneeded thing Jarek had so foolishly protected.<br/><br/>It was a ruthless session of invited violation. Surely her little body could not take it. But she was dying for them. Kell knew she was their symbol, so after having abused her like this to fuel her break from sanity, he turned her on the axis of his cock, to have her face outward, one hand still on her hip while the other let go of her throat to grab at the hair ontop of her scalp. They could all see her face now, as it was rocked with his never ceasing pushes, which lifted her stomach.<br/><br/>"Tell them you have our God inside you, tell them he speaks through you." Misinterpretations would set in the crowd then. Good religions are always divided. They'd hear it as thought he himself was the very creature they reached through her. It was another design, and Raker screamed inside her to make it so. It was holding on to the limb every time it traveled outward, and already convincing her that this was the highest pleasure for a woman.<br/><br/>And then John was as the table, clawing with his free hand while the other still tended to and teased his incredibly full but tragically average cock. He looked up at her face, her new expression of being run through by both her new being and Kell's bulky weapon. There were tear's down John's eyes, there had been for a while, and he reached for her again, and even if he had the length to touch her, he didn't dare. "C-can I have a taste, Oracle?" he asked the new being. "I... I'm inlove with the woman. I think I'll die if I don't get to have her." he complained.<br/><br/>Kell stuffed her harder with that, and her stomach deformed vulgarly from the brutality of it. It seemed appropriate to other eyes, she was a sacrifice, the vessel of their God, it couldn't come without consequences to the girl-flesh. Kell snickered, also soaking in adrenaline for fulfilling his fate flawlessly, acquiring her purity and the hearts of everyone in one act of unhindered lust. John averted his eyes from the new king.<br/><br/>"Charlotte. Please." he pleaded. He presented the gift by pushing himself onto the table, cock laid out there, its lust having it change a darker color, denied until now. It laid there, his own offering to her, hoping. Kell laughed cruelly and pulled her head closer to his by the hair he was already holding.<br/><br/>"Suppose if he gives us blood, we should take it?" he said into her ear suggestively.