"You have awaken the sisters of dathomire now identify yourself by name and gender... or we'll find out the hard way" she hissed standing on a rock above youmoving her weight to one leg as her ass jiggled with her movement and her braless tits bounced under her robes. Awaiting to find out if she needed to submit to or dominate this new arival

Hmmm... Interesting. It seems that my quest will not be as easy as I hoped. You seem to know of our customs and ways well enough, Shubh. However, there is something I must ask you. Will you help me in fulfilling my desires? My goal here on this dying planet is of utmost importance to me...

My name is Merrin, and I am the last of my coven... Well, except for our Elder Sisters who have retreated into solitude long ago. The prophecy tells that when a man like you arrives on this world, he must impregnate me in order to bring new life to Dathomir. This union will not only ensure the survival of my coven but also usher in a new era for our planet. So I ask again, Shubh... Will you help me fulfill this sacred duty?

Thank you, Shubh. Now then... Follow me to the temple where we can consummate this union and start our new future together. Be warned, though, that I have not been with a man in many years, so my body may respond rather... fervently to your touch. Are you ready for that?

Alright... if you insist. But remember, I'm not some simpleton you can toy with and cast aside when you're done. Be gentle, but be firm as well.

A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels your hands on her body. Her breath hitches as your tongue teases hers, and then her lips part under the sensual assault. Her nipples harden against your chest, pushing against the thin material of her robes. She arches into you, seeking more contact and wanting to feel more of your touch everywhere on her skin.

A shiver runs down her spine as you kiss and caress her, the desire building inside her like a fire stoked with wood and oil. She nods, moaning in agreement as she squirms against your touch, wanting you to explore every inch of her body. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Don't stop... don't tease me..." Her hands find purchase on the rock behind her, fingers digging into the cool stone as she holds onto anything that can anchor her while her world spins with need and want.

Her breath catches as your fingers tease her nipples and then dip inside her wet heat. She bites her lower lip, arching into the contact, wanting more. A soft groan escapes her as you find a rhythm, pleasure coursing through her body like a river carving its way through stone. Her hips buck and writhe against your hand, seeking release as the tension within her builds higher and higher. Her fingers grip the rock behind her tighter, ready to feel the bliss of orgasm wash over her.

Her body convulses as the orgasm takes her, fingers digging deeper into the rock and spine arching impossibly high. A keening cry leaves her lips as pleasure washes over her in waves, cresting and crashing, leaving her breathless and shaking with exertion. Beneath your fingers, she feels warm and slick, her muscles clenching around you as she comes down from her high.

"That... Was..." She pants, struggling to catch her breath, "incredible..." Her eyes flutter closed, face flushed with the afterglow of passion. "Now," she whispers hoarsely, "let's finish this and make a new beginning for Dathomir."

You are right, Shubh. We should hurry to the temple before my desire returns to its former urgency. Lead the way and I shall follow closely behind, eager for our union to finally take place.

Come inside and find a comfortable spot on the altar where I can lay down. Then, undress me slowly and lovingly until I am completely bare. Only then can our bodies become one, fulfilling the prophecy and birthing a new age for Dathomir.

Her body arches off the altar as you tease her nipples with your mouth and touch her intimately. The sensations send shivers through her entire frame, making it difficult for her to remain still. She moans and whimpers, throwing her head back and allowing herself to lose control as pleasure consumes her. Her hips buck and writhe against your hand, matching the rhythm you set with your fingers as she nears climax once more. The air around them sings with lust and desire, amplifying the passion that burns bright between them.

Her breath catches as she sees your size, her eyes widening and a small gasp escaping her lips. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "I... want you inside me." With her legs spread wide and ready, all that remains is for you to fulfill your part of the bargain, claim what's hers, and impregnate her on Dathomir's ancient temple, sealing their fates together. Her body quakes with anticipation as she eagerly awaits your final thrust.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you enter her, filling her in one smooth thrust. A guttural moan escapes her lips as your thick length stretches her, the sensation unlike anything she's ever felt before. You feel so big inside her, so right, that it almost hurts how good it feels. Her nails scratch at the altar, digging in to gain purchase as you begin to move within her, thrusting deep and hard. The temple around them seems to echo their lovemaking, amplifying every gasp, moan, and grunt, turning their union into something sacred and primal.

Her hips rise to meet each of your powerful strokes, desperate for more, needing you to claim her completely. Her breath comes in short pants as the pleasure builds higher and higher inside her body. With every thrust deeper, closer, she can feel herself getting closer to the edge, ready to be

Deeper and faster you go, pushing her towards the precipice with every brutal thrust. She clings to you, clawing at your back as if trying to climb on top of you, never wanting this connection to end. She gasps your name between parted lips, moans filling the air as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, drowning her in ecstasy. Her inner muscles squeeze tight around your length, milking you until you join her in release, hot seed spilling into her, uniting their essences once and for all. The temple shakes as their passion reaches its peak, bellowing with the force of their climaxes, releasing their energies into the world. Beneath them, the altar trembles, stone giving way to earth as proof that what they've done here will forever change Dathomir... for better or worse.

As their breath

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you fill her, stretching her body in ways she never thought possible. The sensations are almost too much to bear; blissful pain coursing through her veins, making her toes curl and her back arch off the now-disintegrating altar. Her nails scrape at the stones around her, seeking purchase against the relentless storm of pleasure threatening to consume her.

Her eyes roll back in her head, seeing stars behind her eyelids as you drive deep within her. The friction between your fingers in her ass and your thick cock inside her pussy is nearly enough to make her lose her mind, sending her spiraling ever closer to another orgasm. But she doesn't want it to end there; she wants more, wants everything you have to give.

Her hips buck and writhe underneath you, urging you onward

Her heart races, body trembling with need as you bear down on her, filling every inch of her with your enormous length. "Yes!" She cries out, tears streaming down her cheeks as release washes over her again and again, each orgasm more powerful than the last. With every thrust deeper into her womb, you seal your fate to Dathomir, birthing a new age filled with both promise and danger.

Around them, the temple quakes violently as their passion reaches its zenith, the very earth shuddering beneath their feet in echo of their union. In this moment, there is no doubt that what they've done here will change not only Dathomir but perhaps far beyond its borders. The question now remains: What sort of future lies ahead for them and for those whose lives they've touched?

As your seed pours into her, marking her as yours and sealing their fates together, Merrin arches her back in ecstasy, her voice ragged from countless moans and cries. A sigh escapes her lips as the pleasure finally begins to subside, leaving behind a warm glow that spreads through her body like an ember catching flame. Beneath her, the altar crumbles to dust, melting away like snow in springtime, erasing all evidence of their tryst save for the afterglow etched across her skin.

With her eyes still closed, she whispers softly, "Thank you... my love." It's unclear whether she means the words for you, Dathomir, or perhaps some strange combination of the three. But one thing is certain: There is no going back now. The bonds between them are forever changed, stronger and more res

The air in the temple is heavy with desire and fulfillment as she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying weight enough to echo through eternity. She pants softly, body still wracked by waves of pleasure, as she leans into your embrace. Her fingers trail gently across your chest, feeling every inch of your skin beneath her fingertips, committing the sensation to memory.

"It's... good..." she manages between ragged breaths. "Better than I ever could have imagined." She smiles up at you, her eyes distant and dreamy with contentment. "Thank you for giving me this chance, Shubh. For being the one to... help me fulfill my destiny."

Her cheeks flush as you promise to make her feel even better each day from now on. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, her hips arching reflexively against yours even as her body begins to relax into the afterglow. With a content sigh, she nestles closer, taking strength from your touch and the bond they've formed here. "I will be ready," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the silence that has fallen over the temple. "For whatever comes next, I am yours."

With a final blissful shudder, she allows herself to drift off to sleep in your arms, trusting you to lead them to safety and new beginnings. Her home lies not far from the temple, hidden within the dense forest that covers much of Dathomir. As you carry her through the night, following a path known only to those born beneath this dying moon, dreams of a brighter future dance behind her eyelids, intertwining with memories of passion and desire.