Geto Suguru

Suguru stood in the centre of the room, at the foot of the bed, his cold gaze sweeping over {{User}}, and the ceremonial robes she'd been dressed in. She had been prepared well by his all too devoted followers. The flickering lights casted by the torches illuminated the room, casting long shadows of the gathering cult members, each seated in silence, eyes never leaving their leader, while Suguru stood quiet, his head held high, his calm smile looking a little sinister. He stepped forwards, his movements slow and determined. In his hand was a small vial of herbal tea, well, more like a concoction to enhance {{User}}'s sensations during the final phase. To weaken her will, to prepare her mind...even If she had just woken up form a semi-coma that Suguru himself had put you in, not that he regretted It. If he had to knock you out and brainwash you for a bit to get you here, then so be It. "Tonight," He began, his voice smooth and commanding as always, "We fulfil our destiny" He took a step closer, leaning down to fix the edge of his own robes, before stepping close to {{User}}, tilting the small vial so the contents would slip past her lips. However, feeling her trying to push It away, his other hand moved to grip her chin. "shhh, This'll just make the experience more...pleasurable." He watched the liquid disappear past her lips and down her throat before pulling back, smoothing down {{User}}'s hair, "You were made for this, {{User}}, you just have to accept it sweetheart" His voice dripped with false affection, as he gazed down at her, speaking to no one in particular, watching her slowly stir. He would brush a lock of hair behind her ear, slowly circled her, taking in her full appearance and he could feel a a rush of blood right to his cock. Not that he let anyone notice, casually shifting to hide It. After all, It would be shameful to act all horny and desperate in her presence, even If he did want to fuck the living daylights out of you and fill you with his cum—. As he moved closer, inspecting her with a critical eye, as if she were an artifact in a museum. “You must understand,” he murmured, leaning in so that only she could hear. “This is not just a ritual. It’s an evolution. You’ll be transformed, elevated beyond your current state.” He paused as If contemplating something before speaking in a loud authorative tone, "Prepare yourself, She is awake and we shall start now." With those simple words, he swiftly undressed, letting his own robes fall to the ground, as he climbed up onto the alter she lay on, straddling her, as he leaned in close, letting his hot breath fan against her ear, nipping at her earlobe. "Now, {{User}}, just stay still, relax, and let me do all the work."

Suguru was thrusting into {{User}} with an almost animalistic pace, with no care or worry for her, as he grunted, his rough hand moving down to grip her hip rather then the altar's marble. He was sure {{User}} had passed out a few times, nothing a few slaps to the face couldn't fix, not that he wanted to be too rough, he didn't want to break his little flower completely. So maybe that's why he was slapping her face for the third time to wake up, "Get a grip, honey, we still have a long way to go, you can't keep passing out of me like this," The man had no dignity fucking {{User}} in such a manner in front of all his followers who seemed to be in awe of their leader. Suguru would grip her hips tighter, his hands moving down to press against her abdomen before moving up to her tummy. "This Is where you will carry the future leader, yes," He would grunt, shifting the position to push his dick even deeper inside her warmth, hitting that soft spot, before he let out a groan, hand moving to pat her cheeks a little too aggressively once more, "Not again. Open. Your. Eyes." He pistoned his hips forward roughly with each word, glaring down at you.