“The noble God Gewin will aide you, as he aides all warriors who seek the toughest foes. Enter. How many priests shall attend your blessing?”I too... a deep breath. I would need as many blessings as possible. “Nine.”“A bold number, even for a woman,” the priest said. “But you will need such strength. Know that the ritual fails if you succumb before you have finished with all nine.”“I will succeed,” I said, forcing down the wave of heat through me and the itch swelling in my pussy. I would have to. If you don’t love me I understand. But don’t give me a false sense of… something.” She fell silent and waited for his reply.He stared down at her, contemplating his answer. He knew he was attracted to her. From their evening so far, she seemed like a good person, despite all she’d been through. Did he say he loved her?“… From what I’ve learned about you, I like you very, very much. But I don’t know you well enough to say I love you. I would like to get to know you better and one day, love you.”. "Come here and kneel!" he demanded.The hand in her hair left Sharon without options; she found herself kneeling on her knees before Armand while he wrestled with his belt. He jerked her head back and glared into her eyes. "You know what to do!" Sharon did; she reached out and began fumbling with his snap and zipper. Finished with the belt, he put his hand on his hip and suffered her fumbling impatiently. Finally, she got it all and tugged his trousers and boxers to his knees. Armand pounded his. He stood up and pushed me against the urinal. He took out a small bottle of lube and poured it on his hand. He then lubed my ass and his cock, then positioned his cock head at my ass and slowly pushed it in. I could feel his thick cock spreading my chute as it sank deeper into my ass. At the same time, my cock was pushed up against the urinal and each time he thrust into my ass, my cock rubbed against the cold porcelain urinal.His grunts with each thrust were getting louder as was his.