The magic of the dark moon, final showdown!

In the sumptuous dining room, Veronica savored her meal without taking her eyes off of her father; just seeing him made her cave wet and warm; he was the man in her life and she needed to belong to him. Soraya, his mother, could sense her daughter's furtive glances but refrained from commenting for fear that it might spark a family schism. After dinner they went into the antechamber of the shrine dedicated to goddess Ishtar whose High Priest Perkins, better known as Rachid the foreigner, served. Veronica sat very close to her father, letting his ceremonial gown show off some of her rollicking thighs. Perkins looked away, fearing Soraya's eventual disapproval; he knew that his daughter's provocations were her most natural habit even in dealing with the father himself, which is why he preferred to remain aloof from them ..., at least for now. After some time of pleasant conversation, Soraya expressed her intention to retire because festivities in honor of the goddess were nearby and she, as a chief provider, needed to be fit for tasks still pending; she said goodbye with her usual sobriety, retreating from the anthessala, leaving father and daughter alone. Veronica saw this as an unmissable opportunity to declare herself to her father, including for him to release the entity she was holding captive in order to assist her on her astral journeys. Yet before she could sketch a reaction to this feeling, an icy blast of wind snaked through the enclosure causing an intimidating shiver in the young woman; a black shadow projected itself between the columns of the environment, and which could only be perceived by her mental intuition. She looked at the father and saw that he seemed plunged into a state of profound lethargy, almost starvation..., it was clear that the ominous presence had something to do with the girl. "Little girl! You know why I am here, don't you?" asked the Black Angel in his guttural voice, emerging only as a silhouette amidst soft mist. He is the man of my life! Please don't take him with you..., just give me one last chance to share his virile presence within me... "Do you dare to bargain with me?" cried the Angel in a rage. -No, Lord of Darkness! ..., I would never dare! <unk> she replied with a hushed voice, rehearsing a child's cry - Besides being abused, you're an ignorant! <unk> the Angel barked even angrier again <unk> I am not who he thinks ..., I am his faithful emissary ..., but I make a proposal to you..., I give him what you ask for and in return before releasing the entity, you also surrender yourself to it ... "What, do you want me to surrender myself to that abject being? A man turned into a beast of the deep?" she asked in desperation. You're already a creeping whore who covets her own father! <unk> replied the Angel in a tone of reproach <unk> Surrendering to your prisoner is the least evil for your soul that you will still suffer at my commander's hands ..., then? "If that's the proposal, I accept it", replied the young woman in a defeated tone. Hidden in the mist, the Black Angel smiled scornfully and predicted: "So it will be!"; then he disappeared along with the fog. Immediately Perkins regained consciousness, yawned and asked permission to retreat as well. Seeing herself alone in the enclosure, Veronica looked at the porch leading into the sanctuary and hatched a strategy. Discreetly she crept through the shadows of the columns, opening a small doorway that allowed access to servants who were charged with preserving the sanctuary. Right in its center was the imposing image of the goddess Ishtar. The marble-carved statue depicted her in every detail; breasts full and sober at the same time as an austere countenance, it stood with huge wings open clawed protecting the people who had venerated it since time immemorial. "Oh, my lady! I beg your attention!" cried Veronica in a pleading tone as she threw herself at the feet of the enormous statue. "Your humble servant seeks shelter from the treaty proposed by the emissary of the underworld". Spare me the misfortune that after enjoying Rachid's manly pleasure, "Foolish child, do you come to me after I've sealed the deal? I don't think there is anything that can be done". The goddess replied by materializing in front of Veronica. Veronica became silent, remaining on her knees with her face to the floor unable to argue in her favor; she knew there was nowhere to flee. Ishtar approached her bending down and holding her chin forcing the young woman to look at her. The goddess looked deep into Veronika's eyes and remained quiet. "Very well, child", said the goddess breaking her silence. "I'll give you a subterfuge to use at an opportune time for yourself and only then". - Yes, mighty Ishtar, I understand <unk> babbled Veronica, holding back the tears in her eyes <unk> But how will I know what time it is? - Well, simple my beautiful mortal <unk> replied the goddess with a tone of irony <unk> Use your feminine intuition which is more cunning and accurate than the arrow of the best archers in the kingdom ... Saying this and without taking her eyes off Veronica's face, Ishtar raised the other arm and snapped her fingers; suddenly two huge muscular men emerged from the shadowy area of the sanctuary; they had bronze-colored skin covered by various tattoos that gleamed like gold, shaved heads and smooth faces with perfect contours; both were naked showing their limbs not yet fully erect. -Do you see these men? They are part of the entourage that guards the entrance to the underworld <unk> explained the goddess in a slow tone <unk> they aren't loyal to anyone, because they fulfill the will of the Universe. Lie with them and let them enjoy your body ..., at the end save semen in a bottle ... like this one .... done, store it and use when needed ..., and look, don't waste even a drop ... Without waiting for further questioning, Ishtar stood up and walked away from Veronica as the two guards advanced on her. They then came to Veronica making her stand also surrounding her with their bodies; in an apparent fury they tore off her clothes leaving her naked with rags underneath the floor. They glued their bodies to hers, squeezing her between them so that she could feel his skin warm and vibrant and his limbs already fully erect. One of them held Veronica's face and came over to kiss her; she felt a frozen tongue explore the inside of her mouth and gradually she was becoming hot, transmitting an enormous sexual energy; Veronika's body responded to the provocative gesture by burning from within outward. She soon exchanged kisses and caresses with both partners, touching their limbs and sensing their intriguing dimensions; she got down on her knees and took alternately each of the masts in her mouth, sucking them up with indescribable voracity. The next instant Veronica lay on the cold marble floor, having her sex tasted by one of the guards' eager mouths while another wore his instrument inside her own; the sensation was so intense and noticeable that it did not take long for Veronica to enjoy...it was a torrential enjoyment which seemed without end as an orgasm was succeeded by yet more vehement. Still having her mouth being used as a vagina for the male's member, the other ceased to savor it, taking position and penetrating with a forceful blow; seeing herself filled by the guardian's tool, Veronica did not restrain a lewd scream, indulging in the rapid and deep pelvic movements of the man who stood at an hallucinatory pace. Veronica was unable to comprehend that insidious sensation which two males caused in her body and mind; taking vigorous blows on her vagina, while at the same time she welcomed another rigid member into her mouth, joy flowed through her bowels like a river of vital energy that did not exhaust or deplete her... On the contrary! Each new wave of pleasure seemed to invigorate her even more. After a time that could not be measured, the two men decided it was time to provide another variation of ecstasy for their partner; one lay waiting while Veronica climbed over him and prepared herself for a ride on the still rigid mast. The young woman stood up above him, descending until she had succeeded in making the stiff mast disappear within her; then she began moving up and down with rapid movements; always when seated she did so vigorously, wishing to feel her limb pricking as deeply as possible. He made her bend over, allowing the other guard to come from behind as he prepared to burst into the female's other orifice, which felt its first pertinent piercing, breaking through any and all resistance by settling inside it and then delivering emphatic back-and-forth blows. Taken by a delirious frenzy, Veronica mocked and enjoyed in successive waves with such suffering that she became a puppet manipulated by the dexterity of two impetuous males, endowed with an energy that seemed to have no end; they never cooled down, scourging her partner's body with so much pleasure that she let herself be served as much as they wanted and could ... However, the inevitable male climax overtook both of them as they contracted at the same time, pouring their load of semen into the female's bowels which were filled on all sides; there remained in the end moans and sighs from a Veronica still dominated by waves of pleasure. Carefully and taking advantage of the jar offered by Ishtar, Veronica gathered as much semen that the two guardians had deposited in her bowels; upon closing the jar she looked at it against the light and saw that the whitish goo was emitting small beams of light, like something endowed with its own energy ..., she did not bother to analyze this content, collecting her clothes into shreds and leaving the sanctuary carrying that little object. Walking stealthily through the shadows, Veronica returned to her room; closing the door behind her, she took a huge fright at feeling Morgana's presence, which soon materialized in front of her. "Did you make a pact with the Black Angel? To release an entity that should not be imprisoned?" asked the witch menacingly. "Yes, I did and now it's too late", Veronica replied arrogantly. "Oh, I see! You bargained with what doesn't belong to you?" said the witch sarcastically. Morgana disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Veronica wrapped up in her thoughts and apprehensions. And just when she thought that night was over, the door to his bedroom opened and Perkins appeared. He was naked and aroused! "My lord, what are you doing here in my chambers?" asked Veronica, feigning surprise and letting her torn clothes fall to the ground revealing her nakedness before the High Priest. Perkins' eyes flickered, and he started up at the daughter, taking her in his arms and reaching for her mouth, sealing off a long kiss. Wasting no time, he led her to bed, throwing himself between her legs and sucking on her sex that was still warm and moist from the adventure in the sanctuary; groans and sighs were resumed with more thunderousness, bringing with them unrestrained joys. Veronica felt dominated by Perkin's mouth, wishing it would not cool down, requiring him to hold her head so as to prevent any retreat. The climate of unrestrained frenzy left the couple swept away by an excess of actions and reactions; Perkins climbed on top of the female, sticking his sturdy member as deeply into the cave as possible and striking with movements that bordered upon wild fury; Veronica felt the intensity of the blows against her body like a hammer delivering a delicious vigorous sexual attack. Later she rode her male, rising and descending over the reluctant rigidity that now filled it, then left it empty to be refilled; a veritable carnal acrobatics ensued which also flowed into an endless succession of torrential orgasms. Standing on all fours towards the male, Veronica screamed and begged to feel herself filled in her other hole of desire. The High Priest acquiesced unthinkingly by taking up a position where he buried his sturdy mast into his partner's anal seal, resuming a succession of blows that resulted in more and more pleasure... until finally the male succumbed to its own delirium, howling as it crammed the female's insides with its hot, bulky semen. Breathing with difficulty, Perkins stood up and without looking back retreated from his daughter's quarters, leaving behind a woman fully satisfied with the pleasure he had given her; in her heart she thought that any sacrifice would be worthwhile to obtain the fulfillment of flesh conspiring with the only man she ever desired. Now you'll get what you deserve, whispered a hoarse voice from the shadows of night. Come on, you can't replace all the pleasure I just had. "That's what you think, bitch!" he grumbled as a blow of the whip made deep bruises on Veronica who screamed in such pain... and after that one came others each more savage than the last inflicting excruciating suffering upon her. She cried out, twisted herself up and tried at all costs to escape from the entity's attack. -Please..., stop! Stop! No! It's too painful! <unk> she babbled between screams, lamentations and copious tears, seeing that her behavior made the entity even more excited and close to what seemed to be its ecstasy. -Ahhhhhh! Bitch! You don't understand, do you? <unk> said the entity with a reserved tone of voice, taken over by excitement <unk> My pleasure lies in pain ..., your pain! It is she who satisfies me ... Uhhhhh! And there followed the punishment inflicted on Veronica's body, which was already close to collapse though her executioner's pleasure designs went in reverse until some time later he reached its apex grunting and growling like an animal yet still intending one final punitive movement wishing to bury his thick deformed member within the female. "Incestuous whore! Did you like your father's member? Now you will feel that of a real man!" he growled, walking towards the bed where Veronica was lying with her body almost bloodied and an agonized look. She then remembered the bottle ..., looked around and saw it lying on the floor near her bed; with a last vestige of vital energy, she rolled across the bed, falling to the ground and crawling towards the saving flask; took it in hand, and after opening it threw its contents against the entity which immediately reacted by twisting itself painfully while the liquid formed a kind of shell that covered him entirely ..., at the end there was something like a cocoon next to Veronica. Veronica breathed a sigh of relief, remaining on the floor trying to recover from the physical harassment that this abject being had inflicted upon her. "Congratulations, whore! You've avoided the worst!" he said as it materialized in a swirling black cloud. - Yes, I'll take what is mine! <unk> answered the witch appearing also shrouded in a dark cloud <unk> But you know that not only will he go with me ..., but the High Priest as well. "No, no", said Veronica in despair. - Shut up, bitch! It's not your decision. <unk> The witch can take whoever she wants! "Then take me away too, don't leave my reason for living!" she cried out again. "Let's make an exchange", Morgana suggested with a tone of irony. "Then take her away", cried Soraya, appearing without warning. - I think it's a fair trade, witch. <unk> pondered the Angel with some sarcasm in his voice. After all, this young woman serves only to commune with the deviant elementals you have in your dungeon! Before Veronica could argue, Morgana gestured her hands, casting a spell against her that made her stand still while she was also surrounded by some sort of cocoon. "Ah! Yes! It's the same one Ishtar gave you!" "Now I want my share of the bargain", said Soraya to Black Angel. -Hum, forever is very vague <unk> commented the Angel <unk> But as long as the dimensional mask lasts you can wear it all you want ..., just don't forget ... my master expects you..., at the right time you will serve him! As soon as the Angel disappeared, Soraya ran to the mirror and saw what she had longed for: now it was Veronica's image. She went back into the High Priest's chamber with nothing else on her mind but herself. -Soraya? It's you?" asked Perkins, as soon as his wife entered. "You look so beautiful! Come on, I want you! We are alone here..., there is no one else!" Soraya rejoiced to see that her husband now had eyes only for her; undressing slowly before the gluttonous gaze of the High Priest, she threw herself on the bed, nestling between his legs and delighting in a stiff pulsating member while listening to the sighs and groanings of an enraged male. Taking initiative, Perkins dragged the woman down as he covered her with intense force penetrating into it, striking hard. "You! Only you! No one else in my life!" they babbled, attending to the feverish pelvic blows he dealt against the female who was already enjoying vigorous and successive orgasms. Soraya could not answer such was her state of excitement, feeling as if she were unique in the High Priest's universe; there was no more competition! No more fear! Only the delicious sensation of being possessed by the man she loved. Each new blow from the male made Soraya's body tremble, swept with shivers and small spasms that announced a new orgasm deeper than the previous one. And when he finally ejaculated inside her, Soraya had the realization that nothing else would separate her from Perkins..., at least not for now ..., from his throne, the Lord of Depths watched ... and patiently waited!