Lady Svenassa caught the wink, giving Senna a playful bite of the lip, and a curious look passed between her and Master. After a moment of mock jealousy, she lightly ground her hip against his side when she noticed her husband looking their way.<br/><br/>'Master' took the opportunity of being seated to let his tails run from underneath his clothing, snaking between various pretty legs to set themselves on a pair of girls he had not yet known. A brunette and a sable-haired girl, they had names, but it was not like he particularly cared.<br/><br/>With the whole of the wedding party in place the priest of Mitra begins to drone on, his sermon emphasizing the righteousness of charity, and how fortunate and thankful those who receive it should be; Lisette smiles meekly, by Lyla shoots a vicious glare at Lord and Lady Merithel.<br/><br/>The two "lucky" maidens seated before Master gasp, but muffle the sounds with dainty hands covering their mouths. They look at each other with wide eyes, as if expecting their partner was responsible for the intrusion under their gown. The pair had been together nearly from the moment their lovely young bodies had matured, but while quite adventurous (not to mention amorous) the thought of debasing the ancient temple was far too scandalous to even consider.<br/><br/>His tails continue to snake up their legs, keen on exploring the naked flesh beneath their dresses, though taking care to avoid making any bulges in said dress. His hands are not  upon the girls next to him, but rather the girls next to them - gently exploring the buttocks of a couple of other random girls. From behind, a quiet whisper of "sat in the wrong row" can be heard.<br/><br/>The pair of elven maidens squirm and begin to breath heavily as Master's tails snake their way up their smooth, creamy thighs, obscenely caressing bare flesh. They dare not flee or cry out even as the strange appendages inch closer and closer to their bare, virgin pussies. They look around, curious and frightened, but only see other elven girls and that odd human man everyone's been gossiping about lately. It couldn't be him. Humans don't have tentacles, do they…?<br/><br/>The tails pressed forward, pressing gently at their sexes through their undergarments, leaking some fluid of their own from the tips as they did so, before sliming underneath to caress their bare virginal mounds, lightly pressing and circling around their nubs at the same time. 'Master' glanced about. This ceremony was going to be a long one, and he was going to need more than just these two as victims. He met their gaze when they looked at him, smirking and giving their virginal sexes a slight push.<br/><br/>It was becoming harder for the poor little elven maidens to conceal their arousal. They'd been experimenting with each other for months but they'd never been with a man before, let alone one like Master. Their tight little cunts were rapidly growing moist, soon soaking through their thin lace panties<br/><br/>There are plenty of lovely elven bodies to choose from near by; it seems that many young women, some who he'd claimed already, others that he hadn't, had moved to sit closer after Master had taken his seat. Up at the alter the priest continues to drone on, oblivious to the half-fiend defiling his church.<br/><br/>He smiles at them when they look back, his writhing tails pressing a bit harder with each push, eventually spreading their nether lips apart and squeezing their thick, heated lengths inside, the side to side motion of his tails strong enough to force the girls to sway in their seats. He lets out a contented sigh of pleasure as he deflowers them both, his cocks twisting and sliding further inwards, until they lightly brush up against the back as far as they can go, sliding back and pressing forth again. Watching their faces carefully, he makes sure his heated girths never let them move past peak, always slowing down when he sensed they neared that threshold. If his newest fucktoys wanted release, they were going to have to pray to the right Lord for it.<br/><br/>The virgin maidens can't help but moan as the thick, wriggling shafts slip beneath their panties and force themselves into their tight young cunts. Their nipples are stiff, clearly visible poking at the fabric of the elegant gowns and they draw a number of stares from the women seated around them, some offended, many jealous as they notice the looks Master is giving them.<br/><br/>His thrusting speeds and slows in tune to their bodies, shafts twisting and flexing inside of them, working to keep them as close to orgasm as possible, but forbidding them from ever reaching it. He eyes several of the angry-looking women, picking out his next two victims among them.<br/><br/>Rinielle, a svelte blonde with pert young breasts and long, shapely legs was clearly hoping something like this would happen. She'd heard a number of explicit accounts from friends who'd given themselves to Master and was eager to serve him as well. She wriggles in her seat, giggling softly as he gropes her ass. The other girl, a prim and proper young noblewoman looks absolutely scandalized. She hesitates but moves to stand after a moment. With a mischievous giggle Miseine reaches over and pushes her back down. "Now now, where are you going?" She whispers. "It would be so rude to interrupt the ceremony…"<br/><br/>The little elves wriggle and writhe, practically dancing upon his cocks. A bright pink flush paints both their cheeks and their dainty hands grasp lustily at their bodies, squeezing their pert young tits and pinching their nipples. Master's cocks are too skillful though, and no matter how much they wish too they cannot cum without his leave. "Please…!" one gasps, trying to keep her voice quiet without much luck. "Please, Master, please let us cum," the other begs.<br/><br/>'Master' slowly dug under the svelte blonde's dress, moving his hand around to fondle her sex beneath, gently teasing at her clitoris through her panties. He took the noblewoman's attempt to stand as an opportunity, sliding his hand beneath her bottom as she sat down again, deftly brushing her skirt back before her rump made contact with his flesh. His clawed fingers made short work of her pantyhose and undergarments, his forefinger gently caressing her clit as his other fingers rubbed over her vulva.<br/><br/>His newest conquests did beg, but Master wanted more than begging. He expects service, after all. His tails thrusted harder inside of them, physically manipulating the girls through their control of their wombs alone, bringing them closer to peak, but still not allowing them to cross that threshold.<br/><br/>Rinielle giggled gleefully, drawing a few "Shhh!"s from the other side of the congregation. She let her head loll black as pleasure washed through her, spreading her slender legs to give Master the greatest access to her tight young pussy. The noblewoman gasped but was unable to escape. Miseine's hands were on her thighs, keeping her pinned to the floor. With a predatory smile the commoner forced the young noblewoman's thighs apart. She moaned and shuddered as her undergarments were easily shredded and Master's fingers began to skillfully toy with her moist sex.<br/><br/>The elven maidens were losing control by the moment as Master's tails roughly fucked their tight young cunts. Their moans grew louder, their begging more desperate. "Please Master!" "Master, please!" they pleaded, more and more guests turning to watch as they writhed in pleasure.<br/><br/>"Who do you serve, slaves?" His voice was but the slightest whisper. His shafts began to swell inside their sexes, pooling with volumnus amounts of fluid as they continued their relentless pounding, faster still, driving the girls to still higher peaks, yet somehow still denying them release.<br/><br/>"Y-you Master," the brunette groaned, "We are…y-yours, Master," the ebon-haired girl moaned, her body shuddering as the shaft pounding her swelled.<br/><br/>He paid careful attention to the noblewoman, watching her as he toyed with her nub and outer folds beneath his claws, examining those actions which got the 'best' reaction from her. His fingers pleasured both her and Rinielle, but penetrated neither girl - he wanted them nice and tight for deflowering.<br/><br/>Lady Arryn desperately tried to resist, but lust was slowly but surely overwhelming her. She grew wetter by the minute, her ample chest heaving as her breaths grew ragged. Each time he flicked her clit her whole body jumped, as if she'd been hit with an electric jolt. Miseine giggled softly and released her grip on the noblewoman's legs, pleased to see she kept them spread of her own accord.<br/><br/>So many eyes seemed to be on the girls. Some confused, others curious, others angry, others jealous. As his tails continued to swell full of seed, he granted them their wish, the twisting of his cocks adjusting slightly, moving still faster and faster, driving them still further, but now allowing them to go over the edge. The tips of his tails opened soon after, and though he barely let out a sigh for his neighbors to hear, the mass of seed that emptied into their wombs made a soft rushing sound, as running water does through a pipe. There was soon far too much to be contained inside their tight, inexperienced cunts, and the tails were pushed out, still pumping their seed as they began to slime their way upwards, drenching their dresses as they went. They squeezed their way though the girls' breasts, leaking seed at such a rate that the girls would have to think fast if they did not want their humiliation to include walking out with a transparent dress and leaving a massive sticky mess in the church.<br/><br/>Both girl's entire body shuddered and shook as they came, their tight little pussies rapidly filled. Delicate hands clapped over their mouths just barely managed to muffle their screams, drawing the attention of the few women in the area who hadn't already been staring at the lascivious pair. Their bodies writhed as Master's tails slipped free of their cunts and travelled up their bodies, squeezing up between their perky young breasts. Even if their reputation (and their dresses) hadn't been at stake the taste of Master's cum would have been too tempting to resist. Two pairs of soft pink lips parted and their dainty hands grasped the thick tails, guiding them into their mouths. The budding sluts purred, eagerly sucking Master's cum and their own nectar from his cocks.<br/><br/>The tentacles swelled again, gifting their mouths with another massive torrent of seed. Master rolled his head back in pleasure as he enjoyed the four women now pleasing him, the only thing missing was some warm and wet place for his raging cock. The hands of Miseine and Lady Svenassa were not quite enough to sate him.<br/><br/>The preacher soon called out "All Rise for the First Benediction."<br/><br/>Keriath looked at the noblewoman as his tails released themselves fully into the faces of his new pets, and smiled darkly. Slowly, his tails slimed their way out of the girls' dresses, though leaving them even more of a mess beneath - some spots were soaked regardless, though between the commotion and some creative thinking, the girls might salvage some of their reputation from their dripping faces. Master and Mseine coyly traded places as they stood, the Lady Svenassa giving him a mock pout. Gently, Master wrapped his arms around Lady Arryn's waist, pulling her in front of him, the unmistakable heat of his shaft pressing against her back. His tails, meanwhile, sought out two new choice victims...<br/><br/>The two so-recently-virginal girls' lips and tongues were quite skilled despite their inexperience, and they eagerly earned every drop of cum Master fed them, moaning blissfully as they swallowed every last drop. When the tentacles withdrew from their dresses and they found each other smeared with cum they shared a knowing look before slipping away. A number of judgemental eyes watched them as they left, but a few minutes later they were in a secluded ally not far from the temple, practically tearing each other's dress off so their eager tongues could get to work.<br/><br/>When Master pulls her to him Lady Arryn whimpers, but does not resist. Her virgin cunt is aching to be fucked, and though the terrifying size of the shaft pressing against her back makes her shudder, she wants it, wants it more than anything she's ever wanted before.<br/><br/>The tentacles find their targets just a few rows away. The few, a pretty red-haired maiden wearing the formal robes of an Acolyte of Mitra rather than a dress, the other an ebon-haired beauty practically dripping with jewellery, obviously a girl of high nobility.<br/><br/>Msiene dutifully frees Master's cock from his pants as he lifts the back of the Lady's dress over it, allowing his bare, heated girth to press against her back beneath her dress, his hands making short work of her undergarments. Gripping her sides, he lifted her slightly upwards, as if testing her weight, letting her back masturbate his girth, still moist from the last girls who choked on its length.<br/><br/>His tails slimed up between the noblewoman and the acolyte's dresses, wrapping around their knees in an infinity patten, so as to control their separation more easily. Still slight with seed, saliva, and the juices of his last conquests, his tails were still cumming slightly as they coiled about their thighs.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the priest, oblivious to the disruption, began his benediction of chastity - that a woman should serve one, and only one man, and that a man should likewise serve only one woman.<br/><br/>Arryn trembled, her heart racing as Master easily lifted her and began to grind her bare back against his throbbing shaft. She's slender like most elves, so her weight is almost nothing to the powerful wizard. She feels her panties, a rather expensive pair of silk and lace, easily torn at the sides so as to fall free, fluttering to the ground. She bites her lower lip, letting out a nervous little whimper as she wonders just how her petite form could possibly take such a massive cock. Next to the pair of them another girl, her appearance similar enough to Lady Arryn's that she might be a sister, glances curiously at them out of the corner of her eye. It takes her a moment, but when she notices the blushing noblewoman's skirt and the way Master is lifting her up and down she gasps, her own cheeks going red.<br/><br/>A few rows up the next victims of Master's tentacles are caught completely unaware. The acolyte gasps and looks around, clearly frightened. She begins to struggle, trying to be subtle about it, but her reservations make it all the easier for Master to maintain his grasp. The Baroness maintains her composure far better, though even her eyes go wide. She looks around surreptitiously, fear crossing her lovely features when she sees the two sluts who'd been moaning and writing just a minute ago are now conspicuously absent.<br/><br/>Master glances over to his new neighbor as he lets a quick burst of his thick sap ejaculate up Lady Arryn's back, the force of it penetrating the back of her going and spraying her neck and hair. Smiling at the woman, he mouths "You are next."<br/><br/>Lady Arryn moans softly as his hit seed splatters against her skin and her neighbor gasps, eyes going wide. She shifts nervously, looking like she's considering running away, but her worried gaze shifts back to the front of the church and the dull droning priest who's attention she'd surely catch if she tried to flee.<br/><br/>His tails continue spewing small bursts of seed inside the gowns of the acolyte and baroness, no doubt ruining the latter's. Not as if he had any desire to be careful - far from it. The tails rip and tear through any undergarment they can find in their quest north, taking their time as they approach the sexes of their newest victims. Audible, if faint, tears can be heard as the tails begin strategically wrecking the acolyte's gown and baroness's dress, intend on leaving them only a few threads from complete disrobing.<br/><br/>Master lifts Arryn further than he ever had before, letting his now-seed-slick glans rub hotly against her newly bare sex, yet another burst of his seed coating the front of her dress.<br/><br/>Shockingly Master's tentacles find no undergarments beneath the acolyte's robes at all, just a smooth pink cunt ready to be pounded. She's even begun to grow moist already as the tail smears her robe and and her creamy white thighs alike with Master's hot, sticky seed. This particular supplicant of the church, it seems has a hidden side her might god would certainly not approve of.<br/><br/>The Baroness's lingerie was probably just as expensive as her elaborate gown, at least until they were torn to bits and smeared with fiendish cum. She struggles to maintain her composure, but her cheeks have grown flush and her nipples begin to poke at her silk of her bodice.<br/><br/>Lady Arryn gasps as the thick, throbbing tip of Master's cock teases her virgin pussy and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. "Please, Master," she whispers, the girl in the next seat watching, unable to tear her eyes away, "Please fuck this unworthy Cunt."<br/><br/>The tail beneath the Acolyte's robe relents slightly in its destructive aims, though it makes a test of pressing between her folds, testing for her delicate elven hymen after letting loose another copious burst of seed. He would be shocked if elven men could truly please a halfling woman, much less an elf.<br/><br/>The acolyte shudders, shame and pleasure wearing across her pretty features. Her pretty little elven cunt contracts as the tentacle teases it, as if her body craves its touch even as her mind fights to remain pure.<br/><br/>Beneath the baroness's dress, once the undergarments were suitably rearranged and soaked, his swollen tail similarly coats the baroness's sex in seed before it tests between her folds, though more out of a desire to watch her reaction than any expectation that someone so high up might be a virgin.<br/><br/>The Baroness's fists ball up tightly with the effort of maintaining her steely mask, the haughty bitch apparently willing to endure whatever the persistent tail would do to her rather than lose face in front of so many of her peers, let alone the lowly commoners. Her legs tremble as cum splatters across her smooth pink cunt, and the cock begins to probe her silken folds. Though not a virgin, she still seems to be delightfully tight, and if the hints of expression flashing across her lovely face are any indication her husband either touches her rarely or with even less skill than most selfish noblemen exhibit.<br/><br/>Keriath continues teasing Arryn, tempted to make her beg louder but catches himself from such foolishness. He lifts her higher again, though not enough to permit impaling just yet. "Hmmm? And why should your Owner do such a thing?"<br/><br/>"Ah, p-please Master!" she whispers, "This cunt only wishes to please you. To serve you…S-she is tight and ready and eager to pleasure you, e-even in this holy place. Please, Master, please make this cunt yours…" she begs.<br/><br/>Master slid into the acolyte and baroness simultaneously, his thick girths pounding hotly against their vaginal walls, twisting and churning as they forced themselves inside, the baroness somehow even tighter than the two virgins he'd just deflowered. A thick, powerful burst of seed into their sexes helps lubricate the rest of the way... and make more of a mess.<br/><br/>The younger Lady's cheeks burn brighter as she hears her sister say such filthy things, but the fervor of her begging sets the young maiden's imagination running wild, wondering just how good this mysterious stranger must be.<br/><br/>Lifting her further, his massive cock started to part the Lady Arryn's lips. Only the barest portion of the tip made it in with ease, and he began twisting the woman about his colossal girth. The sheer heat of his shaft was palpable even to his neighbors.<br/><br/>"A-aaaah…!" Arryn gasps, "Yes, thank you Master, thank you."<br/><br/>Already her tight little elven cunt struggles to accept his terrifying girth, but the eager young noblewoman rocks her hips back and forth, craving deeper penetration by the massive shaft. Next to them Miseine squirms, giving Master a pleading look.<br/><br/>"Please, Master," She asks quietly. "Master may your loyal fucktoy pleasure you with her mouth?<br/><br/>Master ponders Mseine's request for a moment, looking askance at his newest conquest's sister. Adjusting his hand on Arryn's hip, he points to the ground beneath his legs, mouthing "Kneel."<br/><br/>Looking back at his loyal little fucktoy, he nods, mouthing to her, "Teach the cunt." Gesturing to the woman on the other side of him.<br/><br/>Master has only made slight progress in penetrating Arryn so far, though he's quite used to this feeling amongst elven women, merely toying with her patiently, letting her move down one hair's width at a time.<br/><br/>The Baroness and the Acolyte, several seats apart, gasp in unison as the tentacles thrust deep into their slender bodies. The noblewoman trembles, her stoic resolve beginning to fracture. The poor little acolyte, already driven to terrible heights, lets out a squeal that finally manages to catch the priest's attention. The steady droll of his benediction falters for a moment and he glares out over the crowd as he continues, unable to pinpoint the source of the cry.<br/><br/>Master resists the temptation to begin utterly slamming them. These toys are side objects, not the main event, and besides... far better to plant sons in them while the foolish Church is oblivious. Still, he begins slowly drilling into them, enjoying watching their bodies sway as his tails force them to bend in one direction or another, seed continually spilling into their sexes. He finds himself wishing he could know their thoughts.<br/><br/>Misiene drops eagerly to her knees and slips under Lady Arryn's long dress. Rinna, the younger Lady, hesitates for a moment but her knees shake and quickly give out under the power of Master's stare. She joins the commoner a moment later and finds Misiene has already begun working, her cherry-red lips wrapped around one of Master's heavy testicles. Her mischievous green eyes lock with Rinna and she wordlessly urges the girl to follow suit. She hesitates, but soon a second pair of lips and a second tongue begin attending to Master's massive equipment.<br/><br/>Master's cock swells, erupting with another torrent of seed. Not yet fully sealed inside of his newest fucktoy's sex, much of it sprays downwards, coating his cock and drenching the faces of the new arrivals.<br/><br/><em>Oh gods oh gods Lord Mitra I'm sorry!</em>the trembling acolyte thought. Prayers ran over and over in her mind, but the waves of pleasure pulsing through her tight young body kept interrupting her train of thought, preventing her from completing them. As the tentacle pumped in and out and in and out her thoughts became jumbled, prayers slipping away from Mitra and to whatever horrible god had sent the thing wrapped around her legs.<br/><br/>The Baroness's thoughts, despite her comparatively serene exterior, were far less coherent. In her mind she screamed and wailed and moaned wordlessly as some unknown source assaulted her with the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.<br/><br/>Master begins to get a bit more abusive with his tails, bumping into the baroness' cervix repeatedly, watching and feeling carefully for signs of her peaking, along with the acolyte as well. The acolyte he treated slightly better, but only marginally so, his tails swelling, stretching their wombs even further as his seed began to accumulate en masse.<br/><br/>Arryn gasped as she felt another heavy spurt of cum shoot into her tight young cunt, most of it spilling right back out. Beneath her dress the other two girls moaned as their beautiful young faces were splattered with seed. They rose higher on their knees, Rinna following Misiene's lead just a moment later, their nimble tongues lapping up the cum dripping down his throbbing shaft.<br/><br/>The Baroness raises a hand, clutching a silk scarf so tightly her knuckles are white, and covers her mouth just as a moan slips past her defences. Her legs as well have begun to shake, threatening to give out any moment as her tight pussy begins to clench around the cruel tentacle abusing her tight body.<br/><br/>The acolyte groans, biting her tongue to control her voice but little moans and whimpers continually slip through. "Oh Lord oh Lord I'm sorry, please…!" she gasps quietly, no longer under any delusion that her prayers are aimed toward the god she swore herself to.<br/><br/>A soft groan forced itself from Master as he brought the full breadth of his colossal girth into Arryn's sex, the slide becoming slightly easier as he twisted her body down onto his quaking girth, her sex coming near eye level of her sister and the commoner. A hand  left her hip, reaching up to grip her hair, tugging her cruelly downward. "Worthless. Pathetic. Little. Cumrags." He whispered into her ear.<br/><br/>Master redoubles his efforts with his tails, beginning to drive them to still-higher peaks, but not yet permitting them release, his massive shafts so swollen with seed that his every heartbeat sends visible quakes through the bodies of his victims. He helped 'support' the baroness with his tail, though took some enjoyment as he helped force her movements.<br/><br/>Lady Arryn would have cried out then and there had the shock not stolen the very breath from her lungs. Her lovely lips, just made to be wrapped around cock, opened in a silent scream as her virginity was roughly stripped away by the monstrously huge shaft. Her body shuddered as pain and pleasure overwhelmed her, even her vision blurring for a moment. "Yes, Master!" she gasped, the degrading words sending a little thrill down the noblewoman's spine. "Please, use this worthless slut however you desire."<br/><br/>Misiene smirked and placed a hand on Rinna's silky blonde hair, guiding her down to focus on Master's heavy testicles as her own tongue skillfully stroked the base of his shaft and Arryn's cum-slick pussy..<br/><br/>The acolyte and the baroness were in heaven and hell all at once, the pleasure blissful but the way the tentacles brought them right to the edge just to cruelly drag them back was utter torture.<br/><br/>"Only thing more pathetic than the women here is the men. No idea how you can stoop to touch the wretches." His voice was a little louder, permitting some of the women to hear. He continues twisting her until his cock presses against her cervix, still leaving a significant portion of his cock exposed. "So worthless, not a single one of you can bury my shaft..." He begins bouncing her lightly, tugging her back down with her hair.<br/><br/>The acolyte and baroness's lithe elven bodies rock and shake along with the powerful thrusts. The young acolyte's hands are clasped in prayer, her eyes squeezed tightly closed and lips moving in silent prayer even as her tight young cunt clenches at Master's pistoning cock. The poor Baroness, though she clings to the crumbling remains of her stoic veneer, is nearly to the point of collapse. The thick, swollen tentacle could manipulate her like a puppet if Master so desired and she would be utterly helpless to resist.<br/><br/>His tail pulled some more slack to wrap more about the baroness' legs, securing them firmly, and wrapping a loop around her waist so that she wouldn't double over. He forces her hips to sway and legs to bend as he continues drilling her sex, relentlessly pounding her. One turn of her body reveals the signet on her heaving breast to him, and he recognizes her as a baroness. His tails and cock each swelled still further at the very thought of impregnating her, and an idea struck him.<br/><br/>The droning priest would not dare shout down a baroness.<br/><br/>Temptation overcame him, and his tail wracked her womb with everything he could muster. No elven male could produce seed in any quantity, if it spilled from her, well, strange things occur under powerful religious fervor. The tail around her hips helped to pull her onto the tentacle even as it slammed and twisted with almost half of his full force, not relenting for a fraction of a second.<br/><br/>His tail molesting the acolyte instead kept her at peak, driving her to further and further heights, still denying her release, as opposed to the endless orgasms he would give the baroness. He hoped and tried to time it such that her cries would seem not only reasonable compared to the baroness, but downright wise.<br/><br/>"Yes, yes Master," Lady Arryn gasps, clearly struggling to speak as his impossibly huge cock stretches her virgin cunt to its very limits. She groans, stretching her legs as wide a she can force them to go, but he's simply too much for her. "This…this worthless cunt is sorry, Master. Please, please forgive her. This w-worthless fucktoy would do anything for her Master."<br/><br/>"Well, the least you worthless little cumrags could do is swear to never touch that which is more worthless than even them." His still-swelling girth made it harder to bound her off his shaft, the resulting sway more of a slow, wed slight across his heated girth, his own heartbeat overpowering hers through his cock. He made up for the lack of speed by yanking down on her hair, forcing her back to arch enough that he looked down at her face. He paused a moment there, then spat in her face before resuming his thrusts.<br/><br/>The poor Baroness's will was utterly shattered as Master's assault increased in intensity. Her hand dropped and a screamed ripped free of her slender throat. The temple fell silent, the Baroness's shuddering cries of pleasure and pain the only sound echoing through the huge temple. The priest, Lyla and every member of the groom's family turned to glare at the Baroness but when they saw who it was screaming they dared not speak out.<br/><br/>The acolyte, her hands still clasped in prayer, threw back her head and leg out a low, lusty moan. The Baroness's screams and moans easily overpowered her voice, but seeing the young acolyte in a similar state seemed to convince at least some of the attendees nearby that a divine rapture had overtaken them, and more than a few threw their hands up and cried out as well, the priest glowering all the way, waiting for the commotion to die down so he could continue his sermon.<br/><br/>Master began whipping his tail inside of the baroness' womb, forcing her to writhe and contort at his whim. He increased the force of his thrusts only slightly - he wanted this part to last a good, long while.<br/><br/>Not yet hearing the acolyte beg her new 'Lord' yet, much less promise her everlasting service, he continued keeping her peaked, occasionally bringing up a coil of his tail to smack her in her rump beneath her gown.<br/><br/>"Oooooh, yes Master, yes," Lady Arryn groaned, swivelling her narrow hips in a futile attempt to fit more of his monstrously huge cock inside her. "I swear it. This fucktoy belongs to you and you alone, Master." She shudders as her nubile young body is wrenched back by her silky blonde hair and gazes reverently up at him, even as he spits. "Thank you, Master," she moans.<br/><br/>"How quaint." Master said as he began thrusting into her in force, bounding her rapidly, yanking her down again each time with her hair. "You pathetic little fucktoys are going to be yearning for my cock centuries after the grandchildren of the sons I plant in you have passed on, I bet." His cock was beginning to swell, almost ready to plant that very son inside of her. Beneath him, his balls rose and fell, occasionally slapping the girls beneath him as they lapped at his scrotum.<br/><br/>The Baroness's body practically danced upon his pistoning cock, her voice rising and falling as he played her like a fine instrument. Her cries were by far the loudest, the little acolyte and the other elves swept up in the fervor merely the accompaniment to her screams and moans.<br/><br/>The young acolyte's lustful reverie overwhelms her, they prayers she'd been silently saying spilling from her young lips as Master fucks her tight little cunt raw. She yelps and jumps with each slap across her pert young ass, her creamy white flesh soon glowing pink beneath her vestments.<br/><br/>"Yes, my Lord, thank you! Make me your vessel my Lord, use my worthless mortal body in any way you see fit. Take me, Lord, and make me yours!"<br/><br/>Master kept the acolyte at peak for a short while longer, seeing if she had any more creative prayers before his swollen tentacle emptied its fluids into her, the sound of liquid hitting the ground as he pulled out, now heedless of the mess he was making. As the previous two virgins, his tail crawled up between her breasts, still leaking copious amounts of seed for her to sup on.<br/><br/>"Oooooh, yes Master, yes," Lady Arryn groaned, letting her own moans rise as the commotion nearer the front of the temple was occupying most people's attention. She bounced upon his throbbing cock the lightness of her lithe body making it a little easier for him to force her down his thick shaft. "N-no one…as good…as you Master…"<br/><br/>At his feat the other two sluts stepped up their game, adding their nimble fingers to the work their lips and tongue were doing. "Yes Master," "Thank you for blessing us with your seed, Master!" they called out, their voices slightly muffled<br/><br/>Master looked about for his next victim - some other woman looking irritated rather than enjoying the reverie. He maintained his hold on the baroness, and now began abusing her rump as well - timing the harsh spanks with him pulling her body back, so as to keep the tentacle's presence hidden.<br/><br/>"Pathetic. worthless. tiny. cumrags." His voice took more effort as he was holding himself back, wanting the lady he was fucking to turn into a gibbering wreck first. He began smacking her rump on the downward thrusts, hoping the pain would drive her mad.<br/><br/>Each sharp slap caused a yelp of pain to punctuate the baroness's screams and moans, a rush of submissive pleasure accompanying them. She was barely cognizant of what was going on around her, but her pointed ears picked up the needy prayers the little acolyte and the nearby sycophants were chanting. "Yes, my Lord YES!" she cried, throwing back her head, her long ebon hair flying.<br/><br/>The priest muttered a quick spell, staring at the baroness intently, looking for any sign of possession or evil. Finding none, he tried futily to regain some semblance of control. "M-Mitra has truly bless-" His words quickly cut off by the baroness' outcry.<br/><br/>"Yes, Master, yes, yes, yes!" Arryn chanted, her gorgeous young body jumping as each vicious slap connected to her silky smooth flesh. Between the rough spanking and the vicelike grip he had on her hair the pain and pleasure were irreparably tied within her. She would crave this vicious treatment for as long as she lived, always aching to be fucked by her cruel Master. Her bright blue eyes rolled back and her body trembled as she began to lose control. "Yes yes yes yeeeessss…!" she cried.<br/><br/>He chortled at her breakdown, giving her another harsh spank, holding her pinned, rooted as far as she could go on his girth before allowing himself to erupt into her womb, the sheer, copious volume of seed that he pumped into her lifting her slightly. "I do hope you worthless fucktoys raise my sons with the proper degree of respect for your kind."<br/><br/>Soon enough, the sheer quantity of seed could not be contained by her sex, pouring over his shaft and the girls beneath his balls.<br/><br/>Arryn's whole body shuddered as Master's cum flooded her nubile young body. Her hips bucked and shook as a powerful orgasm rushed through her, her tight little pussy clenching rhythmically, milking him for every drop she could. Misiene and Rinna's tongues greedily lap up the cum that leans from the noblewoman's defiled cunt, each fighting to claim as much as they can catch.<br/><br/>The acolyte, as well, instantly came as the thick tentacle began releasing it's payload into her so-recently-virgin cunt. She fell to her knees, hands still clasped in prayer, her silky blonde hair falling to hide her face from view. When the tentacle burst out between her pert young breasts she obediently opened her mouth, it's girth stretching her jaw as wide as it would open. Her lips were soft, and her agile tongue began to swirl around the throbbing tip of the tail.<br/><br/>Master slowly lifts Arryn off of his still-cumming girth, having to twist and wrench her just to pull her free of his thickness. A torrent of seed pours over the girls lapping at his balls as he set her down, cock still beneath her dress, heated shaft still cumming over her back repeatedly. He reaches down to grip the noblewoman's sister by what little clean hair she has, pulling her upward and from underneath the dress to face him.<br/><br/>The pretty elven maiden, her face, hair, and dress all dripping with his cum, gazes reverently up at him.<br/><br/>"Am I still next, Master…?"<br/><br/>He grins, spitting in her face."Indeed, worthless cunt." He grips her by her sides, dropping much in the way of pretense for any of the women nearby, lifting her airborn and stepping to the side, placing his raging cock beneath her dress after freeing it from Arryn's. "The other cumrag should kneel, and prepare her sister's undergarments for her Master."<br/><br/>The tentacle in the acolyte's mouth did not hold back as it erupted, quickly filling her mouth with more of his fertile sap, soon pushing itself free of her face and leaving her no less drenched than Mseine or Rinna. Slowly, the tentacle slid out from her, seeking its next target.<br/><br/>Lady Arryn instantly dropped to her knees next to Misiene and obediently reached up to slip her sister's silk panties down, exposing the wet and aching folds of the girl's virgin cunt to Master's rock-hard cock. The commoner giggles at the two high-born ladies, both as lowly and worthless as she is. She smiles coyly at Arryn as she reverently strokes her Master's cock, readying it to deflower the next slut.<br/><br/>The pretty little elf moans as Master's spit drips off her lovely young face along with the last bits of cum Misiene hadn't greedily lapped up. She spreads her legs wide and shudders as his monstrous cock grinds against her bare slit. "Oooooooh yes…" she purrs softly, rocking her hips back and forth to stroke his cock with her slick, wet pussy. "This fucktoy's cunt exists only to please her Master. Please, Master, abuse it however you wish."<br/><br/>Master adjusts her slit to rest atop his massive glans, still slick from his conquest of her sister. He begins twisting her bodily around his girth, slowly drilling his oversized glans through her virgin labia. "Just as pathetic as every other elven cumrag." He snarled. "I will be abusing a lot more than just your nigh-worthless cunt, you simple twat."<br/><br/>The questing tentacles find their next targets with no trouble at all; up near the front of the congregation an overworked-looking young woman in the robes and vestments that immediately identify her as the temple curate. She is seated in the first row at the very end, waiting to bring the priest the various religious accoutrements needed for the ceremony, and a number of acolytes and junior priestesses are seated near her.<br/><br/>Rinna lets out a long, shuddering cry as her slim form is forced roughly onto Master's cock, her virgin cunt stretched to its limits by his terrible girth. "Y-y-yes, Master" she gasps, "This cunt is s-sorry for her presumptiveness…P-please Master…how may…this worthless fuckdoll…earn your forgiveness?"<br/><br/>Several of them, including the curate, are trying their best to ignore the commotion and focus on the ceremony, but a few are staring suspiciously at the acolyte and baroness. A couple know about the acolytes…indiscretions and suspect something is up, the others seem to genuinely believe they are having some sort of religious experience.<br/><br/>Most of his neighbors are either on his cock, on their knees in front of him, or waiting to take one of those places :P<br/><br/>The women in other rows are either blatantly staring or trying very very hard to pretend they can't hear any of this.<br/><br/>Master selected one of the priestesses, choosing the one who he had seen the droning priest defer to earlier. She was easily the most powerful person  in the village, though that was not saying much at all. As elves go, she was still fairly young, and Master's tail slimed around her ankles beneath her gown in a figure eight again, still slick with his seed and the acolyte's juices. His tail moved significantly faster this time, securing hold of her knees and creeping up her thigh in half a second.<br/><br/>"There is no forgiveness to earn, cunt. You know your worthlessness, you have my tolerance. A pathetic cunt should be grateful." Pushing her down, he thrusted upwards with his girth, forcing his way painfully in, taking her maidenhead in a moment. His massive balls flew forward and back, smacking the girls beneath him on their heads.<br/><br/>The priestess gasped, her dark eyes going wide when she was bound in less than a heartbeat. She had been promised to the church early and took her vows of chastity VERY seriously. The mere touch of the tentacle upon her thighs sent a jolt of pleasure and shock through her young body. She looks down, but of course her long robes hid the tail's intrusion. She glanced nervously over to the still-convulsing baroness and the half-collapsed acolyte, and then up to the statue of Mitra that now stood where then ancient elven nature idols had once rested, her cheeks growing flushed.<br/><br/>The slimy tentacle wasted no time digging under her panties, sliming over her sex, and tearing them downwards to give its girth unfettered access. It does not try to enter her immediately, instead the thick, heated, and still slime-coated tentacle was rubbing up and down over her folds, the tip curled over to tease at her clitoris.<br/><br/>The tentacle in the baroness relented slightly, giving her a 'break' that consisted merely of a hard fucking, swollen tentacle twisting and slamming a bit less vigorously. It was merely a precursor, to allow her time to recover after a fashion so he could make her scream on command later.<br/><br/>The priestess gasped loudly, drawing the eyes of the junior clergywomen all around her. Her chest (already impressive, at least for an elf) heaves as she draws in the deep breath and lets out a lusty moan. Her slender hips rock in synch with the tentacle's strokes, her virgin pussy rapidly growing moist.<br/><br/>The tail slimed upward, circling about her waist and then back down to press over her sex, much like the baroness was being held - he planned to fuck her too silly to sit without assistance, much less stand. It had the added benefit of rubbing over her nub as the girth twisted and writhed, trying to press between her tight, chaste folds..<br/><br/>The baroness's cries of rapturous pleasure begin to fade just as the High Priestess's voice rises to replace hers. Her nubile body shudders with after shakes as her near-constant orgasms begin to fade, at least for the moment. Her chest heaves heavily, her breathing still ragged as the merciless tentacle continues to drill her little cunt.<br/><br/>Surprised at how fast the head priestess was succumbing, he picked up his rate of thrusting on the baroness again, whipping her body back to peak and holding her there. He wanted to hear her and the priestess each  beg loud enough to shake the stained glass.<br/><br/>The High Priestess's virgin cunt was just as tight as the much younger pussy currently hugging Master's true cock, but it soon yielded to the tentacle's relentless force. Feeling the firm grasp of the tail around her waist the Priestess relaxed into its strong grasp, letting her body writhe with pleasure. Both she and the baroness almost appear to be floating as Master skilfully drives them to maddening heights of pleasure. Their lusty screams echo throughout the temple, drowning out every other sound.<br/><br/>As with his previous victims, Master works to keep the priestess at an extended peak. Unlike his previous victims, the merest act of sliding his massive tentacle inside of her is sufficient. Even the lightest twists seem to bring her too close. He can't help but smirk at how she will react when he truly begins drilling her. For now, he waits for his fucktoys to beg.<br/><br/>"Y-yes, Master," Rinna groans, screaming a moment later when he viciously thrusts into her. Her tight young body convulses as she cries out, tears welling up in her innocent green eyes as pain and pleasure flood every nerve in her body. "Thank you, thank you Master! Thank you for taking this worthless cunt's virginity. Thank you for making her your fucktoy." she gasps as she bounces upon his cock, her slim hips barely able to accept half it's length.<br/><br/>The two sluts kneeling beneath her moan with pleasure as Master's balls strike them, their lips and tongues eagerly going to work a moment later.<br/><br/>The baroness and the High Priestess's screams rise and fall in an odd sort of duet as the tentacles roughly pound their tight elven cunts. Their bodies writhe in a sensuous dance, hands alternately caressing their slender curves and grasping at their perky breasts. The baroness's screams are loud enough that her voice is beginning to grow hoarse, but her cries are largely wordless, though many "please!"s and "my Lord!"s slip through.<br/><br/>The High Priestess is far more eloquent, her prayer rising above the baroness's half-mad screams. "Oh please, blessed Lord, bestow your mercy upon your humble servants! Fill us with your divine light, and let us feel your blessing!"<br/><br/>Master grips each one of Rinna's pigtails in hand, using them to pull her downward onto his massive girth, thrusting with his hips into her such that his balls regularly begin smacking the cumrags beneath him. "So pathetic..."<br/><br/>The baroness may have been amusing, and the priestess more eloquent, but he was still displeased with their lackluster bleatings. Twisting and drilling them more rapidly, his swollen girths worked on bringing the fucktoys to higher and higher peaks whilst still denying them each release.<br/><br/>The little slut's eyes roll back in her head, pure pleasure flooding her young mind as Master slams her onto his cock over and over again by her pretty blonde pigtails. "Oooooh yes Master yes! These cunts are pathetic…worthless…u-unworthy of your glorious seed! Thank you, thank you for showing us our place Master. "Thank you Master, thank you!" the two on their knees echo.<br/><br/>As the lustful reverie continues on and on, her aching body never given release, the High Priestess's pleas become louder and more desperate, begging her Lord for his blessing. As the lustful torture continued she began to wonder how she had displeased her god, why he would force her to such painful plateaus of pleasure, never letting her peak.<br/><br/>Master decided to up his physical abuse of the priestess, making a loop with his tail and smacking her ass with it repeatedly beneath her robes even as the head of his tail still fucked her, somewhat faster now than before, hoping that it would be 'un-Mitra-like' enough to get her to change the tone of her prayers... and fall for the sake of one single orgasm.<br/><br/>The Priestess's body jerked with each and every painful slap, little yelps punctuating her prayers that were rapidly falling apart as it became clear they were falling on deaf ears. Whatever higher power was torturing her it was clearly not her shining lord. He had clearly abandoned her, left her to the cruel 'mercies' of whatever monster had inflicted this awful pleasure on her innocent body.<br/><br/>Perhaps though…perhaps the beast that had claimed her innocence would be kinder than her unforgiving god. "Oh please…!" she gasped, recalling the prayers the young acolyte had said before she'd been freed from the lustful torments "Please Lord, show mercy to your unworthy servant! Fill her worthless body with your divine blessing, so she may serve you, and no one else!"<br/><br/>Both baroness and high priestess he immediately released into, simultaneously trusting into the each of them with full, unrelenting force. Twisting, thrashing, contorting, seed flooding their wombs, free loops of his tails whiping their hindquarters even harder than before.<br/><br/>Master's bounding of Rinna continued after she orgasmed, though soon enough he yanked her hair down cruelly, pinning her in place on his girth as his oversized cock flooded her at the same time his tails impregnated the baroness and priestess.<br/><br/>The three helpless sluts throw their heads back, screaming in unison as Master fills their helpless bodies with cum, the thick, sticky fluid overflowing and leaking down their creamy white thighs. They shudder and shake, multiple orgasms washing through their bodies one after another. Misiene and Arryn eagerly lap up the cum that spills from Rinna's tight young cunt, though much of it splatters against their heaving breasts, staining their fine gowns.<br/><br/>A silence falls over the temple as the women's screams fade, the cries of those sycophants mimicking their fervor falling away as well. The poor bride shuffles awkwardly on the alter, looking humiliated and on the verge of tears. Next to her Lyla glares silently out across the crowd, looking as if she'd like nothing more than to slap every pointy-eared idiot in the temple, convinced they were mocking her poor sister.<br/><br/>"M-Mitra has truly blessed us." The priest was quick to capitalize on the silence. "I-it seems it is His Will that my sermon be shortened slightly. But not to worry! There is still plenty of time for my sermon on the great virtue of Chastity."<br/><br/>A brief laughter went through the congregation and was suddenly silenced when it was revealed the priest did not, in fact, have a sense of humor.<br/><br/>Master lifted Rinna from his shaft as the priest returned to his bleating, setting her down with her dress covering his shaft as he did with her sister before her, pointing at the next girl to come serve him.<br/><br/>The baroness was released, her handmaidens quickly catching her and aiding her in taking her seat, dabbing off sweat and other, more viscous fluids to try to bring her back to her proper state of appearance - or something close to it.<br/><br/>The priestess's torment had only just begun, as Master's tail continued to pleasure her, though she was too weak of voice to do anything but make whispered pleadings to her Lord.<br/><br/>One by one, over the course of the sermon, each of the female clergy - acolyte, curate, and priestess - cried out a prayer similar to that of their head priestess. The Priest only paused his sermon briefly, letting it die down, and uttering 'Mitra has blessed us." Some of the men in the congregation follow his lead.<br/><br/>Similarly, a few whimpered cries occasionally break out from the female half of the congregation (plus the human), though the Priest now ignores them. They become rather more common after the last acolyte has uttered her prayer, however.<br/><br/>The baroness's four handmaidens attend to her to to the best of their abilities, three of them quietly whispering to each other about the miracle. They'd only arrived in town a few days before the wedding and the gossip circulating had indicated that the bride was some sort of succubus-spawned temptress who'd enchanted the men of the town and had the poor young lord wrapped around her finger, but surely if Mitra had seen to confer his blessing upon so many women it couldn't be true.<br/><br/>The fourth handmaiden, more worldly than the other three, gave her mistress a knowing look. The baroness blushed, her eyes downcast, as good as confirming the girl's suspicions<br/><br/>Lisette's eyes are downcast for much of the ceremony, though she struggles to maintain a brave face. Her soon-to-be husband remains oblivious to the poor girl's misery as he steadfastly refuses to gaze upon her face. Her twin, however, silently fumes behind her, mentally plotting humiliating vengeance for every bitch in attendance.<br/><br/>Once, when a particularly sharp cry is heard from the back of the congregation, the catty bridesmaids giggle knowingly and it takes every ounce of Lyla's self control to keep herself from spinning around and lashing out at them then and there.<br/><br/>Master's tails took two of the handmaidens at a time when their turns came. He was certain to get every woman he did not otherwise recognize as being a part of the town. Or in the case of some of the groom's family members, planning a special arrangement for later.<br/><br/>Eventually, the priest finished his lengthy sermon, one final pair of cries simultaneously erupting after he finished, notably louder than any since the priestess, baroness, and third woman let out their screams. The priest turned to Lisette, allowing silence to hang in the air for a time.