synopsis: After losing her unborn child and hearing the cruel verdict that she may never conceive again, she retreats to a desolate commune, desperate to escape her shattered world. There, she falls under the spell of a magnetic leader, a man worshipped as a god—but his divinity masks something far more sinister. He offers her salvation through secret, forbidden rituals—promises whispered in shadow, binding her to a fate darker than she could have ever imagined.
TW: smut with plot, eggs kink, size kink, unprotected, birthing kink, teasing , ect+++
words: 1892
A/N. I do not own any of the character (credit to the rightful owner) only the plots are mine.
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They told you time would heal. That grief would soften. But the time had only sharpened the ache you felt for your unborn child. The doctor’s words still echoed in your mind, clinical and cold: “It will be impossible to conceive again” A sentence dressed as sympathy. Now, every sleepless night bore the weight of that truth. You felt it in the silence every sleepless night, the hollow pulse of your chest.
Desperation led to the edge, to a remote commune whispered about and hushed conversations —The Covenant of Light.
But it wasn’t light you found. It was him.
To his followers, he’s a god. With a gentle voice and eyes that saw too much, he welcomed without judgment. As days bled into nights, In his presence the grief twisted into something else. You thought you came to mourn, but maybe you came to be remade.
But he was more than a man of faith — He was a man with plans
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You found yourself confiding in him more with each passing day — unraveling your pain, And he listened. Always. It started with comfort, the way his eyes never flinched when you spoke of the child you lost. You began spending more time with him, drawn like a moth to the warmth of something you couldn’t name. He made you feel seen. And all you wanted was to fix this broken part of yourself.
Then, one night, he offered a solution. A way he could help — private rituals
His words were bold. Intimate. Drenched in a kind of quiet dominance. Unable to come around the ideas, you haven't returned to his shrine — shaken, embarrassed by his so-called rituals he had explained to you. But the longer you stayed away, the more the silence echoed with his voice, his offer. The more you felt that desperate longing coiling tighter around your ribs.
Until finally, you found yourself going back to him. Hope trembling in your throat for what he will do.
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The white silk robe they had given you was clinging damply to the skin. Your nipple perks through the fabric as you sit down waiting for him in the room. The door opened and he stepped in, his eyes met yours—those haunting, unreadable eyes that had both comforted and unnerved her since the moment they met. The door shuts behind him and you hear the lock slide into place. He crossed the room slowly, his eyes never leaving. The dim lighting cast long shadows along the walls. He sat in front of you, the air shifts as he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. "This ritual is to help your body prepare for what’s to come. Do you understand?" His voice was a low, commanding whisper. He had reached down brushing your stomach. You nodded, barely finding your voice. “Yes, my lord” A shiver rippled through you at his touch, at the weight of his words. You felt them sink into your skin like a spell you’d already agreed to. He smiled "Good"
He tugged onto the string that holds the robe, the fabric falling off your shoulders exposing your skin. The cool air of the room sent goosebumps across. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve and plane. “On your back and present yourself to me” he commanded. Lying on your back you spread your legs to him, your hand coming up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart, showing off every nook and cranny of your cunt to him. A slow smirk spreads across his face as you yield to him. He stroked your pussy, his long delicious fingers running up and down your slick slit. You gasped as his fingers suddenly dipped inside, slowly thrusting in and out. Swiping his fingers over your clit you can’t help but whine as he fingers you. Drown in pressure, your hips bucking against his finger begging for more “feels nice, sweetheart?” you nod, blushing using your hand to hide your face. He chuckles at your answer and quickens his fingers. Using the palm of his hand to rub against your clit and other holding your tight keeping you spread for him. He continues to finger you making sure to reach all places that make you see a star. Your leg starts to tremble as he brings you to the edge “Are you close?” he asked, you whined with a nod, your cheeks red and your thighs trembling against his hold.
He pulls out and softly pat your pussy as to phrase you for doing a good job. Pulling you to his arm, he arranges for you to sit on his lap back facing him while keeping your leg wide open. He continues to stoke your clits while his other arm holds you onto him. Slowly dripping into slumber only to be too gasped as he started moving his fingers in you again, your body reacted jerking around trying to escape him only to be held down by his arm locking you into place. “Just a little more sweetheart, give it to me once more” he whispered. The nasty sounds are heard as his long digits dig into your cunt. You can’t help but moan grabbing and pulling into his robe as you take in the pleasure. Soon enough, you’re sloppily rutting against his hand as you get closer to your orgasm. Your moan turns into a silent scream as you come squirting all over his hand. Yet his finger never stops. All night he keeps making you wet yourself again and again until a puddle begins to form and you losing your conscious into his arm
And so this was just the beginning of his rituals.
Days passed, and the rituals continued — what once happened only at night now took place during the day as well. He kept you in his shrine to keep you close to him. He would ask you to spread your leg in the middle of the day just to check if the progress is working well. Sometimes he would finger you on his lap while his followers ask for his guidance. Other times, he would make you sit on his face after he had his breakfast. Then again, he would make you rub yourself in front of him. Being with him always makes your pussy sore and red where sometimes you would cry from the soreness and he would always kiss the pain away.
Today began like any other where you spend your days beside him. You reached for your glass when a young server, nervous, approached with a tray. His hand grazed yours, a brief, accidental touch. “Sorry” he stammered, cheeks flushing as he met your eyes. “It’s okay” you replied, offering a small, polite smile as he left the room. From across the table, he saw it.
His voice, low cut through the silence.“Come here” he said, gesturing not beside him but on the table, directly in front of him. You hesitated “Now” he added, his tone more command than invitation. He pushed his dish away as you made your way to him. When you climbed onto the table, heart pounding, his eyes locked onto yours with that unreadable emotion — the kind that left you unsure whether he wanted to kiss you or consume you.
He pulled you closer, one hand on your waist, the other trailing up your thigh. Slow and deliberate he kissed you. You somehow got used to this where he would occasionally call for you here and there. He removes your robe making you fully naked, as he requires you to not wear any undergarment. He grabs onto both of your ankles and pushes it up the table so now you are fully spread for him. You blush as he had taken a moment to stare at you. He smiled as he leaned down for a kiss, hand blushing against your pussy. “Look at how wet you are without even needing to be touched” he whispered. You moan as he pushes his finger inside, his thumb playing with your clits. Closing your eyes you buckle your hips chasing your end. You were about to reach your climax but suddenly pulled out his finger. Moaning from the loss, you open your eyes to see him reaching out to a plate beside him. Without a word, he picked up a boiled egg. He turned to you, gaze unreadable, and held it out in front of your face. "Let’s see if all that preparation was worth it" he said simply.
You stared at the egg, then at him “I’m not ready” you murmured. A faint smile touched his lips — not kind. Amused. Dangerous. "Oh, every inch of you already knows it. Trust me" and the air between you grew tighter, heavier. He leaned closer, the egg still outstretched, but his eyes never left yours “Now, on your knee” You hesitated, tears began to form as you adjusted yourself on the table. Dropping to your elbows leaving your ass up in the air, leg open wide in front of him.
He used the eggs to rub around your fold, gathering your wetness. You moan when the first egg rubbed against the entrance of your lip as he pushed it into you, stretching you out, fingers pushing deep. You bucked into his palm when he slid a second one in “Just one more” you had opened your legs wider, to allow more of it in and another quickly joined, stuffing your pussy full. The third egg, sat right at the entrance to your hole, keeping your folds open “You look so pretty like this” he smiled. Bring filled you almost came then and there. “Go on, push it out” You slowly nodded your head, closing your eyes. Pushing you feel your pussy burn and stretch around the egg as it rubs against your wall. You cried as the first egg struggled against the entrance of your lip. The egg felt so heavy and it felt so full. You had opened your legs wider, pushing harder. He stood right behind, watching every push you make. Whining as you felt it bulging at your entrance and with final push you came along with the egg falling out.
Heavy panting, you continue to push out the second egg. Your cum did help the egg slide half way out but then it got stuck. You struggle, pushing and pushing but the egg wouldn’t budge. You were starting to think it would never come out.
He noticed your struggle, using his finger to help spread your pussy lips apart. He began to play with your throbbing clit, painted you over with enthusiasm and comfort “You’re doing so well, just a little more sweetheart" you sob with every push, as he continues whispering sweet words to you. You felt the egg inches closer to the entrance, your legs wide for whatever’s incoming. Both eggs come shooting out of your holes - too much, too fast making you scream and come for the third time, squirting all over the table.
Whimpering and drooling as your hole is now wide open clenching to nothing“ Good girl” he murmured as he kissed around your pussy. You were exhausted, losing yourself entirely in the sound of him—his voice the last thing you hear before everything slips away.
