The Ritual

Perched atop a little tree stump to help her reach into the big cauldron filled with stew, a light, if not exhausted, smile on her face as she ladled the dinner she'd cooked up into the bowls of the other cultists as they lined up in front of her, Sally felt her stomach give a grumble. After the initial rush had died down, most of the fellow cultists having sat down to eat, the snake looked down at the big pot of stew, clutching her belly slightly as she felt her mouth watering, slowly grabbing an empty bowl from her table and pouring a portion of the stew into it, grabbing a wooden spoon as she brought the steaming meal up to her face. Having abstained from eating for the first couple of days, the woman couldn't resist her hunger even as she spotted a fresh glob of their master’s cum floating right on top of the stew, giving a light groan before digging into the meal, shovelling the first few spoonfuls into her maw before she just tossed it aside entirely, pouring the stew right into her mouth directly instead. Shuddering from the sensation of finally being able to enjoy a meal, Sally moaned as she chowed down, her tail twitching as she finished the entire bowl in record time, gasping and licking her lips as she set it down. Looking up from her empty bowl, the reptile saw Lambert standing in the middle of the camp with his two wives, staring at her with a smirk, seemingly satisfied with her finally choosing to eat a dinner spiced with his special ingredient. It had been almost a week since Sally had joined up with the sheep's cult, and she found herself getting more and more used to the new life with each passing day. She didn't even notice that she and everyone else was always naked, was fully used to sleeping through the night with a big, vibrating buttplug buried in her tailhole and the sounds of Lambert’s wives being railed echoing in the dark, she'd even gotten quite used to being bent over and fucked at a whim.

Watching as the ram turned away from her, only to instead step behind an alligator woman just finishing up with dinner and grab her by the shoulders, bending the reptile over the table and allowing his wives to guide his manhood right into the gratefully moaning gator’s slit, Sally blushed slightly and looked away. With the pleasured howls of the other woman ringing in her ears, the snake was quickly reminded of the one final rule of the cult that she still had some difficulties trying to follow: not being allowed to cum. Turning away from the alligator being rutted, Sally instead looked over at the pillories, seeing that the stallion she'd seen accidentally cumming while being fucked was still locked up, exhausted and barely able to keep his eyes open as fresh cum bubbled out his gaped tailhole and trickled down his legs, joining with the dried cum stains already painting his fur white. The snake didn't think of herself as being particularly lecherous, yet being surrounded by the sights, sounds, and scents of sex day in and day out had made her quite a bit more needy than usual, especially when combined with the occasional interest that Lambert would take in her, using one of her holes at random. Tantalised with being bent over and forced to watch others being railed, yet not being allowed to climax through it all for days on end, Sally found it nearly impossible to not reach a hand between her thighs and to take care of her needs, able to hold herself back purely due to the worry of what might happen to her if she allowed her desires to take control, as had happened with the stallion locked up in the pillory. 

Continuing with her day, trying to push her horniness out of mind as she listened to the moans and screams of the other cultists getting fucked by their master, Sally focused her mind on her job. Almost thankful that her role as a cook kept her so busy, the scaled woman managed to almost forget about her desperation to get off as she cleaned and prepped for the next meal, keeping her head down and her eyes at her workstation, just hoping that she wouldn't catch the sheep's attention. Her efforts at just getting through the day didn't last for very long however, with some commotion catching her attention after just a couple hours, glancing up to see that the two wives were standing next to an altar in front of the church, usually reserved for giving sacrifices to the ram. Curious, the snake stepped out from beyond her cooking station, peeking above the crowd to see Lambert stepping up atop the altar, the pure white fleece of the sheep nearly blinding her in the sunlight as she bit her lip, trying to keep her gaze up at his face rather than the girthy manhood dangling down between his legs, always at full mast. The ram raised his arms, shouting out across the crowd while grinning, 
“As another moon passes, the time for our Giving is at hand!”
Though Sally had no clue as to what the man was talking about, she gathered that whatever ritual Lambert was talking about was rather significant, as the rest of the cultists erupted in cheers and ecstatic screams, raising their arms to praise the sheep. 

Holding up a hand to quiet down the excited crowd, Lambert turned his eyes to his followers, making a sweeping motion as a drop of precum spilled from his girth, 
“As always, three lucky members of my flock shall be given the honour of this ritual. First, a woman of utter devotion and humility in front of divinity…”
As the sheep pointed at the crowd, Sally followed the man's finger to see the very same owl she'd encountered a few days previous, the avian woman who'd told her that only Lambert was allowed to cum. With a slightly haughty, proud look on her face, the plump owl moved towards the altar as the crowd split for her, standing by the wives and holding her head up high,
“The second, a man of resilience, tirelessly working for our divine cause…”
Looking at where the sheep was pointing next, the snake spotted the same otter she'd seen getting bent over on her first day in the cult, watching as the man excitedly dashed to join the bird already standing in front of their master,
“And lastly, the third, a kind soul in need of guidance, joining us at such an urgent time~”
Sally watched as Lambert’s finger pointed in her direction, slightly flustered as she saw everyone immediately turn to her, looking over at her shoulder and stepping aside to let whoever had been chosen move up to the altar. Surprised to see no one behind her, a startling realisation slowly settling in, the snake let out a terrified squeak as one of the other cultists grabbed her by the shoulder, gently nudging her towards the front, 
“Do not let our divine lamb wait, sister.”
Red in the face, Sally slowly waddled through the crowd of people looking on at her in awe and with jealousy, unable to think of why she was among the chosen as she awkwardly shuffled in between the proud owl and the thrilled otter, flinching slightly with a tiny gasp as the sheep up above her squatted down to lay a hand on her head, 
“Prepare for the ritual, for we will begin before sundown!”
As the roaring cheers of the crowd deafened her, Sally could only stand there and shiver, having not felt quite as self conscious since her first day at the cultist camp. 

As the crowds hurried inside of the church, only the three chosen members of the ritual, Lambert, and his two wives were left standing outside in the now oddly deserted-looking campsite, only the lone stallion still locked up in the pillory. Not used to seeing the place so quiet, feeling a cold shiver run up her spine as she looked out over the camp, Sally quickly turned back to the ram, watching as the two other chosen stood in front of him, pious and in awe of his magnificence. Trying her best to look like she fit in, the snake huddled up next to the owl, staying silent and bowing her head as the avian woman did, still blushing as she listened to the sheep quietly hiss out a few words, 
“You shall receive the greatest earthly gifts imaginable this day~”
As the two other chosen gave their thanks, Sally rushed to mutter out a thank you as well, gently lifting her head to see whether it was alright for her to stand up straight yet, watching as the sheep turned around to head for the church, the two wives following just a couple steps behind. As much as the scaled lady wanted to quickly pull one of her fellow “chosen” aside and ask what exactly the ritual would be, hoping that it wouldn't entail any blood sacrifices or pyres, she could see that neither was in a particularly chatty mood, with the plump owl beaming with righteous fervour while the otter was on cloud nine, both just wordless walking past the confused snake as they followed their master. Just praying that she wouldn't regret running off and getting out while she still had the chance, Sally sighed and scurried to catch up to the other two. Stepping into the church, the snake wasn't entirely reassured by the sight that awaited her, with the congregation silently and eagerly standing in front of the raised stage at the back, Lambert’s podium where he'd deliver his daily sermons having been moved aside to reveal an altar of sorts made from a thick stone slab, carved with intricate, ancient patterns. Attached to the stone table were several sets of chains, clinking as the wives of the sheep grabbed them up, standing on either side of the altar. Ushered towards the stone slab by the other cultists gently nudging her along, Sally felt increasingly anxious as she rose up the steps to the stage, watching the other two chosen laying down belly first on the table, as the wives immediately went to work chaining them up. With all eyes on her, the snake gulped and nervously stepped over, laying down on the far end, right next to the otter, gritting her teeth with a tiny gasp as the cold steel of the chains pressed against her hide. With practiced precision and speed, the wolfess bound up Sally within seconds, tying her arms and ankles tight until she couldn't move an inch, finishing off with one little flourish which gave the snake a little hint as to what the whole ritual was about as her slender tail was lifted up and the tip of it tied off to the side, leaving both of her holes perfectly prepped for use. Looking up at the crowd staring at her, tied up and presented like a farmyard beast to be bred by a stud, Sally bit her lip with a shy whimper, feeling a trickle of her juices spilling down her slit and oozing down her thighs, simultaneously flustered and desperate, unsure of which way she was leaning more towards.

With all the chosen chained down securely on the altar, Lambert slowly walked behind the trio as the entire church erupted into ecstatic screams once more, shouting their praises for the sheep while he held up his hands, bellowing out a sermon about his earthly methods inspiring divinity in them all. While the man was giving his sermon, Sally desperately tried to look back over her shoulder at him, trying to catch a peek of what was going on and what might happen to the three of them, tied down in such a way that she couldn't catch more than a little glimpse of the white sheep. With every second of the sermon making her feel more on edge, simultaneously lusty and anxious, the snake jumped as she suddenly heard the owl letting out a loud bleat, turning her head to see the ram behind the other woman. With his hands at the tied up avian’s hips, feeling up her nude body as a few stray feathers fluttered in the air around him, Lambert plunged his manhood into the quivering owl’s slit without missing a beat, continuing his speech all the while his hips were pistoning into her at a rapid pace, with absolutely no warning ahead of time. The owl moaned and hooted with bliss as she was taken by her master, her eyes rolling back and her beak hanging open as she utterly surrendered herself to the ram, unable to even try to struggle against the pounding even if she had wanted to do so. 

Though she couldn't quite see what was happening, mostly just getting a good look at the woman's face glowing with pleasure, Sally could hear the wet slapping sounds of the bird getting railed hard, biting her lip at the lewd sounds that made her own loins grow soaking wet in just seconds. Unsure of whether she hated that the man had started out on the far end of the altar or not, since it meant she'd have to wait until the end to finally get her turn, while simultaneously giving her time to try to mentally prepare herself to not allow herself to cum when it was finally her turn, Sally squirmed against her chains while the owl’s moans echoed around the church, piercing through the excited chatter of the crowd. After just a few minutes of frantic fucking, getting her slit gaped open by the ram’s divine manhood, the avian woman suddenly erupted into howls twice as intense as before, wailing as her feathers puffed up, shuddering as she came on the sheep's cock. Wide eyed with worry and surprise, not even needing to peek under the owl’s tail feathers to know that the gasping bird had just climaxed while their master was in the middle of fucking her, Sally could only guess at what sort of a harsh punishment might await the pious avian for cumming in the middle of a sacred ritual. Much to the snake’s amazement however, Lambert just moaned as the owl climaxed, gently stroking the naked woman's back as he let her clench and squeeze on his cock, her juices splashing against his crotch and soaking his fur, drenching the white wool around his girth with sticky, musky sap as he grinned. Pausing his sermon for just long enough to let the owl ride out her orgasm, kicking and squirming on the altar, the sheep slowly pulled out his dick from her pussy after she was finished up, the length now lubed up with her juices as he turned his gaze to the otter bent over and tied up right next to her, his eyes focused on the stretched out tailhole mooning him. 

As the ram started up his sermon once more, Sally could barely hear a thing he was saying, her eyes wide as she just stared at the panting, thoroughly satisfied owl limply lying on the other end of the slab they were both tied to. The snake suddenly understood perfectly why the ritual was such a big deal, realising that it might be the only time that she'd be allowed to cum. Unsure of exactly how often the ritual would be held, or what her chances of ever being a part of another one in the future might be, Sally found herself getting even more drenched than before, whimpering needily as her juices ran down her legs, desperate for the sheep to finally get to her and finally give her the relief she'd been so hungry for. Before the reptile at the end of the altar however, Lambert had another faithful servant to reward first, grinning as he slowly stepped behind the happily smiling otter. The woodcutter was already panting in anticipation of getting to enjoy his master's cock again, the tip of his own manhood rubbing up against the chastity cage still around his sheath, a steady drool of precum leaking through it and onto the altar he was bound on. Grabbing the mustelid’s ass cheeks with both hands just as his sermon reached a crescendo, shouting out across the enthralled crowd while spreading the buns and slapping his glistening shaft between the other man's cheeks, Lambert accentuated his speech by ramming himself balls deep in the otter just as the cheers of the cultists roared across the church. The tied up otter grunted as he was penetrated, closing his eyes and clutching his fists closed, his tail wagging with joy as he took the ram’s girth down to the very last inch, his legs shaking as he moaned. With the man's squeals intensifying every time Lambert bucked into him and tapered off slightly whenever the sheep pulled out, the woodcutter focused solely on the sensation of fullness whenever he was hilted, feeling utterly happy and complete with his master inside of him. With the ram battering at his prostate with heavy thrusts, causing his plump backside to jiggle as he was railed from behind, the otter eventually allowed the building sense of heavenly bliss within him to overtake him, screaming out loud as cum gushed out the chastity cage locked around his manhood, not needing to touch himself or even have the cage unlocked to climax. 

Gasping as the sheep pulled out of him, slumping his head down into the puddle of pool he'd drooled on the stone slab while his cock continued to twitch in its cage, his load spilling down his legs while he moaned deliriously, the otter just about passed out as soon as his turn was done. With bated breath, shivering in anticipation, Sally yanked against her chains as she listened to the sheep's hooves clicking against the hard floor, hearing him stepping behind her, desperately trying to lift her rump up and present herself to the ram now that it was finally her turn to get to cum. With a little moan as soon as Lambert’s hand caressed her backside, panting as she felt the heat of her manhood hovering right up against her slit, the needy snake could hardly wait to finally be ploughed hard, for once actually wanting the sheep to just go at her as rough and long as he wanted to. Lambert could see the reptile’s desperation, listening to her bleat as his tip rubbed up against her entrance, sliding up and down over her pussy lips before he finally pushed inside, drawing a loud, shuddering moan from her. Trying to just enjoy the cock stuffed deep in her cunt, Sally made the mistake of glancing up to see the entire church staring at her, blushing as she quickly closed her eyes and bit her lip, her shy side coming out as she suddenly found it rather difficult to cum. 

Trying to just ignore the audience and focus on the pleasure of being stuffed full, her breasts bouncing around as she was nailed from behind, the snake gasped as the sounds of Lambert’s hips slapping against her scaled ass cheeks echoed around the church. Much to her dismay however, Sally instead found herself worrying more than enjoying the ride, fretting all too much about how she absolutely needed to get off now. For all she knew, this might be the last time in months she'd be allowed to cum, and there was absolutely no way for her to rub one off without someone else from the cult noticing it, as she didn't have a single moment to herself, didn't matter whether it was in the middle of the night or while squatting down for a leak, all of it was in full view of the others. So preoccupied with trying to cum that she forgot all about actually doing it, the snake let out a frustrated grunt after several minutes of the sheep going at her hard, taking a deep breath and clearing her mind as she focused just on the sensation of the sheep's thick, throbbing cock sliding in and out of her sopping wet slit, smiling and huffing as she was quickly building up towards an explosive climax once more. But just as Sally was about to go over the edge, just a few seconds out from cumming, her eyes snapped over at the sensation of Lambert’s load spilling deep into her pussy, a groan from the ram making her blood run cold. Roaring as he emptied his balls in the woman, pulling out and spraying the last few ropes over the chained up reptile’s back, Lambert huffed as he glanced down at the unsatisfied Sally lying on the altar, in shock as her body shivered, frozen stiff for just a second before she realised what was happening. As the grinning sheep walked off, the snake let out a panicked squeal, tugging at her chains to try to reach down to her burning loins, desperate for just a little rub at her clit, just needing the tiniest little push to cum while she was still allowed to,
“W… wait… you didn't… I didn't… I didn't get to…”
Lambert cut off the whimpering snake with a shout, raising his arms up again as the entire church cheered for him, all but the desperately needy woman still chained to the stone slab, right next to a pair of her fellow chosen still dazed from their amazing orgasms. 

With tingling all the way in her toes, feeling the terrible sensation of her climax passing by like an unfulfilled sneeze, Sally whimpered as the wives of the sheep undid the chains of all of the chosen one by one. Freed up last, the young woman sat up, looking over at the smirking ram as she squeezed her thighs together, having to fight the urge to not immediately reach both hands down below the belt and rub herself off, a pleading look in her eyes as she stared up at Lambert and bowed her head slightly, 
“M… may I pl-”
“You may clean me up~”
Cutting the snake off and grabbing the back of her head, the man yanked Sally down on the floor on her knees, shoving her face right into his loins as she let out a startled yelp, grimacing at the potent, musky scent of sex overpowering her nose as her snout was rubbed up against the sheep's wet cock and his hefty pair of balls. Without even needing to be ordered to do so, the other two chosen immediately dropped to their knees and shuffled over to their master, the owl gingerly cupping his sack and lavishing his balls with lashes of her tongue while the otter gently nursed on the tip of his shaft while holding up her girth. With a sigh, knowing she'd lost her only chance to cum, unsure of when, or if, she'd get a second one, Sally gently began to polish the sheep's shaft with her tongue, resigned to her fate. 

Lapping up the ram’s cum from his cock, listening as the owl slurped at his sack and the otter suckled on the tip, Sally knelt before the quietly moaning Lambert, sandwiched between the other two chosen, green with jealousy since the pair had both gotten to cum while she'd been left unfulfilled. Swabbing their master's girth to clean up his seed, as well as both her and the owl’s juices, from the thick pole just made the snake even more ravenous, tasting his salty cum while the scent of pure sex made her head spin, feeling her sweet sap spilling down her thighs from her dripping wet slit. Suffering from the female equivalent of a terrible case of blue balls, Sally did her best to ignore the tension in her loins and to just service the sheep, worried she'd have to suffer some sort of a punishment if she didn't do an adequate job, even hoping that maybe he'd be willing to let her get some relief if she proved herself a willing and industrious follower. From the corner of her eye, the reptile could see the other cultists slowly beginning to clear out from the church with the ritual seemingly at its end, a few sticking by to enjoy the sight of Lambert getting serviced, most heading off since their chores couldn't wait around all day long. After a few, very long minutes of cleaning off the sheep's shaft, every second making her needs grow more unbearable, Lambert finally decided he'd been cleaned off well enough, stepping away from the trio he'd graced with the honour of getting to polish off his manhood, a gift usually reserved just for his wives. With a nod, the sheep invited the chosen to return to their daily duties, the owl and the otter immediately clambering to their feet and bowing in reverence before turning to leave, with Sally scrambling to mimic the pair. Walking with a light limp, feeling slightly sore from the hard pounding she'd taken yet much more bothered by the burning in her loins that she couldn't do anything about, the snake headed back to her cooking station, sighing as she settled behind it, just about to start preparing for the next meal when she instead noticed a group of cultists gathered close by. Curious since she'd rarely see a whole bunch of her fellow members grouped up and chatting, most of them being far too devoted to their duties to bother with casual chatter, Sally quietly inched a little closer while still pretending to be busy with her work, keeping her ears perked as she overheard a woman whispering, 
“...just now! I swear to you, I saw a crack in the egg, it's about to hatch!”
Another voice, a male this time, spoke in a hushed, yet quite obviously surprised, tone, 
“The ritual! It must have been the ritual!”
As Narinder strolled by the group, alone for once rather than right by his husband and his fellow wife, casting the bunch a stern look with his three eyes, the group immediately disbanded, hurrying off in different directions without saying a word, returning to their jobs. Unsure of what they had been speaking about, having neither seen nor heard of any kind of an egg at the camp before, Sally couldn't help but to wonder, thankful that the mystery at least slightly distracted her from the terrible need that kept her squirming.