Sex Cult of the Slut Lamb (CyrusMalady107 & JennyDK

[Cyrusmalady107]

As the last lamb was forced to march forward all she could feel was fear. Ever since the four Bishops had declared members of the lamb race heretics she knew that one day… they would come for her

she was dressed in bloodstained rags that barely even covered her small yet well endowed frame, for the bishops would not even give the “prophesied vessel” the dignity of a dignified execution, for this was an example of the power they held, swift and absolute.

and as the lamb stepped onto the stone dais, the four bishops towered over her, all of whom viewed her with faces of disgust,  also brimming with the sin of pride, under the bright full moon, and an endless sea of stars, for they had thwarted “The One Who Waits” prophecy. 

then, they all turn and nod to one another, ready for the blood of a lamb to be spilled and Shamura, the bishop of war speaks 

“Oh lamb of the one who waits. Do you have any final words before your perish, as the last of your kin?”

[Cyrusmalady107]

(Sorry probably should have given a quick premise!

a roleplay between @Cyrusmalady107 and @JennyDK using the cannon lore of “Cult of the lamb” but putting a bit of a sexual twist on it, instead of normal indoctrinations, they will be more overtly sexual, and rituals will not just affect the followers, but lamb herself too!

hope you enjoy “

Edited January 21 by Cyrusmalady107
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[JennyDK]

On 19/01/2024 at 03:44, Cyrusmalady107 said:

As the last lamb was forced to march forward all she could feel was fear. Ever since the four Bishops had declared members of the lamb race heretics she knew that one day… they would come for her

she was dressed in bloodstained rags that barely even covered her small yet well endowed frame, for the bishops would not even give the “prophesied vessel” the dignity of a dignified execution, for this was an example of the power they held, swift and absolute.

and as the lamb stepped onto the stone dais, the four bishops towered over her, all of whom viewed her with faces of disgust,  also brimming with the sin of pride, under the bright full moon, and an endless sea of stars, for they had thwarted “The One Who Waits” prophecy. 

then, they all turn and nod to one another, ready for the blood of a lamb to be spilled and Shamura, the bishop of war speaks 

“Oh lamb of the one who waits. Do you have any final words before your perish, as the last of your kin?”

OOC: Very, very sorry about the long wait. It has been a bit tough lately with the motivation for writing and it has been very minimal for a while. I do hope you still like the post

Lamb was pretty sure it was only a matter of time before it came to this. Whilst a grim fate and surely a harsh situation to be in, she has decided to not give them the pleasure of seeing her in despair or try to plead or in any sort of way seem like she wants to sate any sadistic joy they may derive from this ritual. Her face lifts to look at them, showing a very dismissal expression and complete lack of fear and terror."Hah....as if you would even give second thought about anything anyone would say, that you intended to murder? Your day will come too....", she says and grows a wide smirk on her face.

[Cyrusmalady107]

OOC: Not a problem! I was actually very exited to see that you had responded! Also; maybe the first follower could be the executioner? Idk

11 hours ago, JennyDK said:

OOC: Very, very sorry about the long wait. It has been a bit tough lately with the motivation for writing and it has been very minimal for a while. I do hope you still like the post

Lamb was pretty sure it was only a matter of time before it came to this. Whilst a grim fate and surely a harsh situation to be in, she has decided to not give them the pleasure of seeing her in despair or try to plead or in any sort of way seem like she wants to sate any sadistic joy they may derive from this ritual. Her face lifts to look at them, showing a very dismissal expression and complete lack of fear and terror."Hah....as if you would even give second thought about anything anyone would say, that you intended to murder? Your day will come too....", she says and grows a wide smirk on her face.

 

 

The bishop of war scoffs at this blatant disrespect, and looking over to the executioner, the bishop nods  and starts to speak once more “For the crime of heresy of the highest degree, we the four bishops hearby sentence the final vessel to death by beheading. Let the sentence commence.”

as the executioner walks closer, dragging a heavy axe along the ground, the lamb can a see face full of remorse and pity underneath his hood, and he speaks quietly enough so that the bishops may not hear. “it’s a shame that you have to be executed… I would have loved to see what that body could have done~” 

and with that, the executioner raises the axe above his head and brings it down upon the lambs neck, and that would have been the end…. But…. It wasn’t…

Edited March 1 by Cyrusmalady107

[JennyDK]

Lamb has no reason to play nice or even attempt to talk sense with these bastards and she has no intention of giving them the pleasure of trying to make her plead or beg for her life. The girl cannot help but roll her eyes at this executioner as he is just as guilty as these murderous bishops."Spare me your dripple....you intend to still murder anyone they demand you to....you are no less of a sick person", she grunts back, as she even finds it very creepy that he thinks of bodily pleasure with her, rather than actually valuing innocent life. She still positions herself and waits for what is about to happen, simply hoping it will be quickly over with.

[Cyrusmalady107]

The wolf executioner sighs as he steps back away from the now sacrificial lamb, “so be it” he said with a sense of cordiality, raising the heft of his axe above his head; its sharp yet chipped edge shone in the moonlight and for a brief momment, the lamb could see the faint glow of red eyes in the blades reflection, before it was brought down on the lambs throat in a matter of moments

but… there was no pain.. no sound… no sensation of cold steel. The only thing present when she opened her eyes was the  the gentle embrace of a clear white ichor that surrounded her for as far as the eye could see, and in the distance, 3 black looming figures, two of were actively walking towards the lamb, and the third figure, stood still, wrapped in an infinitesimal amount of void black chains.

This. This is what the bishops were truly afraid of, not a flock of lambs, not an uprising of a scarce population, but a slumbering god.