I grin as Lelika finally reaches her climax, and with that, I speed up the whipping of her folds. Over and over the hairs brush and flick against her sex, particular attention paid to her clit to make the orgasm even more intense, and to make it last even longer. At the height of her pleasure I put the whip aside, and return to gently smacking with my hand, fingers tapping against her little love button while my palm strikes the lower petals of flesh, growing ever the more sticky from her nectar.<br/><br/>"There," I whisper to her, when it is all over, "now you have learned the pleasure that comes with pain. Now the ceremony is over, you are truly initiated and joined to me."<br/><br/>Slowly, I lick my hands clean, and lean in to slide my tongue around her folds, cleaning her out as well. Only after that do I untie the ribbons, before pouring a glass of desecrated wine, extinguishing each candle within it. Slowly I drink it half empty, then offer it to Lelika - for her to place her lips exactly where I placed mine.<br/><br/>"Here. Once this is finished, the rite will be complete, and we will have Loviatar's blessings. And after that, I will take the lasting effects away from you, making your skin fresh once more, so that we can go to bed. I think I'll leave your punishment to the morning, something to look forward to."