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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Madam,Please : Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (17) An experience of your leadership in the field awakens something new in your secret lover. (w/c 4.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki x Soft!Dom Reader. Masturbation. Spanking. Edging. PV Sex. Language. Mild violence.

“Who has eyes on the target? He can’t get away.” you said firmly, earpiece crackling as blood pooled in the crevices. “I do. Execute?” Clint’s voice muttered, clearly aimed at the target from on high. “Negative, Barton – it’s too risky, he’s loading the bio-weapon. He’ll have it rigged. This needs to be from eyes on the ground.” You ran towards the smoking block ahead. Thor’s hammer swung mercilessly beside you, bodies littered around your feet with every step, leaking canisters of home-made explosives ready to blow.

You had been working on this lead for months. It needed to work. “I need all sub-team side B of the building, away from the target. A and C are clear. Barton has them covered.” “Yes Ma’am.” several voices confirmed.

An explosion rocked to your left, throwing Thor with a loud crunch against the wall. Dust stung your eyes, catching in your throat as you coughed through the haze, your fist meeting the face of an opportunistic opponent.

“Laufeyson, it’s on you. Execute the objective.” you commanded, pressing the earpiece in with a wince against your wounds.

“What about Thor? Looks like he took quite a tumble. Should I not tend to him?” Loki’s unperturbed voice rolled through the frequency. Even in the heat of battle, he was smirking, you could tell. “Laufeyson, take that son of a bitch down immediately.” you shouted, scanning the perimeter for any sign of the god getting on your last nerve. “Are you sure, Agent?” he goaded in your ear. He would already be on his way; covertly sneaking up on the vigilante scientist loading biological warfare onto a truck while his replaceable followers lay dying. But you weren’t in the mood for games. Not on your mission-leading debut. “That’s a direct order, Laufeyson.” you spat. “Follow it.” There was silence on the earpiece. A roar thundered from the side as a bloodied goon charged at you from behind an upended SUV. You ducked before stabbing him upwards in the soft flesh of his throat. “Understood, Madam.” Loki purred. His voice was lush velvet, the timbre vibrating through the nub nestled in your ear. Within seconds you heard a loud yell from the other side of the building, machine gun fire rattling fruitlessly at the sky. Screams followed, a loud crunch echoing across the dusty landscape as your secret lover followed your order with finesse.

Silence reigned as the team waited with bated breath. Thor stirred back to consciousness at your feet, blood trickling across his brow as a low hum radiated from the radio. “The day is yours, Madam.” Loki murmured calmly through the comms. –-- Morning light flooded the conference room as you shuffled papers at the podium, waiting for the chattering team to leave. The debrief had gone as expected, and Rogers seemed happy – that was the important thing after all, you thought; internally rolling your eyes. You cleared your throat as Thor and Loki hung back, discussing something animatedly in hushed tones at their seats. “Laufeyson, I need a word” you said, as Thor grinned. “In trouble with the boss, brother?” he winked, “my my, some things never change I suppose.”

“It’s just one mission, Thor, don’t get excited…” you muttered, heat rising in your cheeks as the blonde swaggered towards the door. “You say that now Y/N, but I have a feeling my brother and I will be taking orders from you again very soon, mark my words” he chuckled, throwing Loki a wave as he made his exit. Your eyes rose to where Loki sat, straight-backed with his hands clasped on the table. His smouldering gaze bore into you, the deep blues of his irises singing across the empty room. You cleared your throat again. “Do you have a problem with me leading missions, Loki? His lips curled in a smile before parting, releasing a dark chuckle as he shook his head. “No, darling. I most certainly do not.” Your hand edged to the side to push the door closed, the other grasping towards the pull of the blinds.

“Y/N…there are too many people. We must be sensible.” His words made you pause, turning back to face him. You strode to the table, watching his eyebrows rise as you leant forwards, palms flat on the cool wood. “I don’t want to fuck you, Loki…” you hissed, “I want to know why you were such an arse out there yesterday and what I’m going to do about it.” Your heart pounded as his gaze searched your face with amusement, every twitch of his lips making you more infuriated. He leant forward, forefinger curling across his chin as he fought to contain a smile. “I’m afraid that I may have discovered a vacant need within myself” he said quietly, sliding the finger thoughtfully across his lips. You frowned, folding your arms. He looked up at you with widened eyes, the resulting creases of his brow making him appear almost innocent. “Can I assume that our arrangements for tonight are still valid, given my insubordination?” Loki drew his lip between his teeth as he lifted an eyebrow subtly, testing your true level of annoyance. You nodded.

“Suffice to say I have no issue with you being in control, Y/N” he whispered as he stood. His fingers flickered, a tinge of seidr vibrating the air as he circled the table and kissed you deeply. Loki's warm tongue caressing yours was heaven after a week estranged from his bed by mission preparation, his touch hitting your bloodstream like liquor. Too soon, he withdrew; his concealing enchantment fading. “In fact, I wish to submit to you entirely, darling” he murmured, straightening a pen on the table below. “Entirely.” Your lips parted, questions staggering on the tip of your tongue. “Later, kitten.” he winked, before turning abruptly and striding from the room. ---

Loki’s parting words ran through your mind for the rest of the day. The corridor to his rooms stretched before you, heels clicking as you passed the familiar paintings and plants that adorned the hallway. Entirely, he’d said. Submit to you entirely. He had slipped a note in your hand a few hours ago. It explained everything in a few sentences. And it included a safeword; Rogers. You slipped behind his unlocked door, a wave of smooth jazz music playing softly through the speakers. “Loki?” you said quietly, finding your voice as nerves fluttered in your stomach. The cautious steps of your high heels softly scraped the wooden floors as he emerged from the bedroom. The warm flickering of a dozen candles danced teasingly across his chest, bouncing off every crevice of his chiselled abdomen as he leant seductively in the doorframe with a coy smile. A pair of grey jersey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the waistband clinging to the taunt skin. Soft lighting cast long shadows on the walls, illuminating his beautiful face in their aura. His cheekbones cut sharply in the contrast, those smouldering eyes observing you silently; waiting for you to speak. You cleared your throat, trying not to be overcome by your need to launch at his body and rollick him backwards to the bed. A week was a long time when you were used to covertly fucking Loki Laufeyson multiple times a day. His lips twitched in amusement. “Just remember, love...command me, as you did yesterday, and I think you will enjoy it. I know I will. Are you sure you’re happy to proceed?” A surge of adrenaline ignited inside you, bubbling to the surface as he noted the change in your eyes with a nod. “I give the orders around here, Laufeyson.” you said, enunciating every syllable. You made your way to the wing-back chair beside the curtains, sitting with your legs spread, forearms resting on your knees. The patent leather of your expensive heels glinted in the candlelight, the material of your combat suit clinging to your curves like paint. You watched his eyes roam up your body, mentally pulling down the zipper at your chest. “Take off the sweatpants.” you ordered, “slowly.”

His fingers flew to the waistband in preparation for a sharp tug. You shook your head, tutting. “I said slowly…” you murmured, raising an eyebrow. He obeyed, sliding the fabric over his hips at a glacial pace, exposing that deliciously toned body bit by bit as the soft material pooled around his ankles. His cock bounced upwards on its release, already hard as rock. “Come here.” you murmured. His bare feet paced the floor, standing in front of you so his engorged manhood was tauntingly close to your lips. It quivered against your warm breath, only inches away. “Kneel, Loki.” you said firmly, knowing exactly the effect your words would have. A crease formed momentarily across his brow as he considered them, his eyes glazing over with lust. You sighed in frustration, sliding yourself upright and crossing your legs. “Laufeyson. I said, kneel.” Loki sank to his knees, his gaze trialling upwards with silent adoration. Your eyes crawled across his naked form presented before you, thick thighs creating an inviting expanse where he rested on the balls of his feet. The god's fingers spread on his knees, biceps flexing gently as he re-adjusted his stance. The chiselled lines of his body flowed in perfect precision up his torso, wide shoulders bent forwards in submission. Raven hair that haunted your every waking fantasy fell around his jaw as he looked up at you with reverence. Ready to begin. “I am at your service, Madam.” Loki’s deep voice held no trace of mischief as he bowed his head, steady breaths making his shoulders rise and fall. “I like watching you touch yourself; I like seeing you so needy. Do that for me...” you murmured, “but no finishing until I tell you, yes?” Loki whispered his understanding as he slid his folded legs wider, edging his hips forward. That perfect cock never failed to make your mouth water. Long, thick and pale as moonlight with a pink flush; it was so undeniably him, you thought, as his fingers curled around the base. He raised his chin upwards, the longing in his eyes making you want to pounce on his lap. “May I?” A flicker of amusement laced the sincerity as he fought the urge to add an additional remark. You nodded. “Slowly, Loki...very slowly” you said, as you began to unzip the top of your combat suit.

Loki groaned at the sight as his fist slid up his cock, the skin pulling tantalisingly at the tip before he returned to the base. His hips thrust upwards as his body fought the tortuously slow movement. The grip tightening around his straining manhood as he milked every ounce of pleasure from his orders. You stood, unclasping the holster belt slung around your hips and letting it clatter to the floor. The metal buckle smacked harshly against the wood making your lover whimper. He loved that belt. Loki moaned longingly as you unzipped the remaining inches of the suit, beginning to strip it from your body as you paced a measured circle around him.

“Who is your commander?”

Your voice sounded strong. Every inch the leader you had felt yesterday with a team of Earth’s protectors hanging on your every word.

“You, Y/N.” Loki gasped, the effort of maintaining the deliberate, infuriating pace of his strokes making his muscles quiver. The hand not wrapped around his cock grasped for purchase on his thigh, fingernails digging into the taunt flesh. You leant down, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as Loki’s breath hitched. “That’s not how you address me, soldier.” “You, Ma'am...M-Madam.” he spluttered, his eyes screwed shut. You paced to the front again, reclining back in the chair wearing only his favourite dark green lingerie and those sinful heels. Loki opened his eyes, the immediate gape of his mouth and accompanying slanted eyebrows betraying his utter unravelling. You placed one ankle delicately on his bare shoulder, widening your thighs. He exhaled loudly as he stroked himself, lips ghosting across your calf only millimetres away. “Will you allow me?” he panted, wetting his lips as your calf rubbed back and forth across his skin, his eyes resting ravenously between your open legs. “Do you want to touch me, Laufeyson? Do you want to bury your pretty face between my thighs? Your needy cock, perhaps?” you cooed, sliding your fingers into your silk panties. He whined through parted lips, his breaths shortening. “Do you want the privilege of worshipping my body?” You chuckled, watching a small spasm roll through him as he fought to contain himself. “I thought so. But you’ll have to prove your loyalty to me first. I’m not sure you’ve earned it, considering your disobedience yesterday.” You massaged your clit lightly beneath the silk, watching Loki’s brow furrow in desperation. His eyes fluttered shut as the knuckles on his right hand turned white, palming himself tightly in time with his staggered breaths. So slowly. “Stop.” you said, watching his fingers squeeze the column of flesh before reluctantly releasing. “Show me to the bedroom.” He rose on shaky legs, the long muscles of his thighs bulging on ascent. Loki’s lean torso unfurled, his hair flicking back over his bare shoulders making your pussy clench. He extended his hand, pulling you upwards gently so you stood inches apart. The urge to throw yourself against him was almost unbearable. Loki led you to the bedroom how you imagined he would escort a partner during an entrance to an Asgardian ball. The thought made you swell with love for him as he paused, eyes flickering nervously to the inviting mattress. “Hands and knees on the bed, Laufeyson.” you smouldered, casting a glance to the table set up to the side. Two items were laid in perfect alignment across a silken cloth, presented for your consideration. Leather, of course. A paddle. Your fingers reached for the second. Handcuffs. You flexed the thick leather cuffs in your hands, admiring the dark brown sheen as Loki arranged himself on the bed. He was kneeling, palms flat on the soft covers. Seeing your approach, he silently extended his wrists towards you, straightening his arms with his head bowed. You slipped on the cuffs, noticing his fingertips touch together like prayer before his eyes met yours. “Thank you, Madam.” he purred, as you pulled the binding tight. Loki hissed, lowering his head again. You ran your hands through his hair, forcing his head up with a sharp tug.

“Here’s how you will prove your loyalty to me, Laufeyson. You will take the punishment I deem appropriate; you will ensure I am satisfied. And then, I may forgive you for your...what did you call it? 'Insubordination'.” Loki murmured his approval, sliding his bound wrists down the mattress. His head slotted between his elbows, arms straight as his back slanted upwards; the perfect ass presented for absolution. “Mmmm, good boy” you praised, sliding your hand underneath his stomach and giving his straining cock a sharp pump. He gasped, groaning loudly on the exhale as your touch left as quickly as it had arrived. “Good boys are rewarded under my command, Laufeyson. But only when they prove worthy of receiving it.” You lifted the paddle, brushing the soft leather across your lips as you observed Loki positioned on the bed. He was glorious. His pale skin shimmered like pearl in the low light, the defined muscles of his back clenching and relaxing with every heavy breath. As you watched, he slid his thighs further apart, opening himself to your control. A mess of dark curls was all you could see of his head, toned arms encasing it as his fingers grasped at the bedsheets with anticipation. You would never tired of running your eyes over that tight ass, the firm flesh which relented under your needy fingertips pushing him deeper into your hot cunt. But not tonight. Loki whimpered as you trailed the side of the paddle down his spine. “Are you ready, soldier?” you muttered, coyly; knowing his answer. “Madam, please” came his muffled response. You struck him sharply, the stinging whoosh-thwack vibrating briefly in the air as it met his willing flesh. He thrust forward, a primal moan escaping him. “Again. Harder. Please.” he whined, fingers winding in the sheets below as his wrists pressed against the leather cuffs. You struck him, the moreish sound of the paddle against his taunt skin driving you feral. Again and again, you worked him. Every smack met with a jolting groan as you drove him to the edge beneath your control. You could feel rampant wetness sliding between your thighs, soaking through the gusset of your underwear. God, he was so fucking hot. Always so unbearably- whoosh-thwack - fucking hot. His cock hung at an angle, hovering as gravity willed it down from his raised hips. He was dripping. Beads of pre-cum were soaked in small circles on the sheets as his manhood fought to control its desire. Poor baby, you thought, smiling to yourself as you tapped the paddle on your thigh. “You did well, Laufeyson. I’m impressed.” you said firmly, smacking the leather a final time against your palm, making him wince. “Look at me, please.” Loki’s face rose from where it had been pressed into the mattress. His lips were parted, smeared with shameless drool brought forth from messy grunts of painful pleasure. His ass was stinging, bright patches of red beginning to fade as he knelt back on his heels, meeting your gaze cautiously. “Are you ready to satisfy your commander?” you purred, kicking off your heels. “Do you think you are worthy?” His eyes flickered upwards, ablaze with barely controlled lust as you stood in front of your bound lover. Loki’s eyebrows twitched apologetically, his lips forming words that didn’t come.

“You may speak.” you murmured, sliding the sides of your panties down as Loki’s jaw slackened. “I...I believe I am worthy, Madam. If that is your...your…” he swallowed as you crawled towards him on the bed, your breasts cupped perfectly in that sinful bra; your fingers curling around his thick cock, “...desire.” “It is.” you whispered in his ear, feeling him shudder as you straddled his wide lap; avoiding the straining cock begging for attention. “Lie back.” Loki obeyed, falling gracefully backwards on the bed as you slid your hands up his arms; willing them to rise. Your palms caressed his taunt biceps, running up to the wrists before quickly attaching his cuffs to the bedframe above his head. The god's breath hitched as you leant forward, pressing your cleavage gently against his muscled chest. You buried your face in his neck, inhaling the heavy scent that clung to his warm skin, his tousled curls. He released a loud moan as you slid your soaked pussy over his arousal, the hard length dragging tortuously between your folds. “Will you follow my orders, Laufeyson?” you keened, thrusting softly against the hardness pressed flush against his stomach. Loki released a needy growl, his widened thighs squirming against the bed.

"I will do anything you ask, a-anything, just p-please darling...Madam...fuck me, by all the gods I beg you...” “Pleasure me, Laufeyson. And restrain yourself until I say otherwise. Those are your orders.” You leveraged your hips above his desperate length, enjoying the sight of his neck straining forwards to catch a glimpse of his cock sinking inside your heat. “Fuuuuuck….” he moaned loudly, the guttural groan making you clench around his girth; producing another wave of pleasure tumbling from his throat. He tugged at the restraints, fingers grasping at air as he sought to dig them into your skin. Loki would usually be running his hands over your waist, gripping your ass, directing your pleasure, pushing you further on to his rigid arousal. But not tonight. Your lover's chin pressed to his chest as those kaleidoscope eyes seared into yours. You could feel him slide his feet closer to his body, thighs pressing against your back. “You are so beautiful, commander…” he murmured, brow creased in concentration as he tried not to blow his load, “it is my h-honour to uhhhh...s-service you, your obedient...obed-...Madam...fuck.” Loki thrust upward with his powerful hips. Even without hands to guide you, his legs balanced your body from behind as you took what you wanted. You rode him gently at first, a small mercy as he whimpered beneath your unrelenting pace. His stare ran hungrily over every inch of your body, uneven pants becoming louder in tune with your rising moans. With every drop of your hips his biceps flexed in desperation, the defined landscape of shoulder muscle rippling under the strain. “Gods...helvete... I’m going to...stop..stop, faen” he whined, thrashing against the binds. You cooed, slowing the gyrating of your hips. Leaning forwards, you bit the exposed curve of his bicep as his breaths staggered, his aborted orgasm ebbing. Your teeth grazed over the skin, sucking gently as he hissed beneath you. “Good boy…” you whispered, tracing your fingers through his fine armpit hair, appreciating the curve meeting his ribs, “You did well to tell me.”

Wandering lips made deep kisses against his neck, feeling the vibrations of tortured moans rumbling deep in his chest. His cock was still sheathed inside you, the grip of your channel maddeningly tight around his girth as you cruelly ground against his hips. Your clit pulled against his pelvis, searing bliss tugging at your core. “Tell me what you feel, Laufeyson...talk to me.” you keened, as his eyes flashed, lip twitching. “Madam, I c-confess am consumed with my need to s-serve only you...uhhhh..I will do anything, alt du spør om...you’re so tight...so hot, my g-goddess, have mercy... fuck.” Loki’s words were jumbled, an incoherent stream of tortured pleasure as he clambered against the rising tide. “Norns, you are... barely moving atop me and I find myself...I find..myself... helvete...det føles for jævla bra…I cannot-” While he muttered his submissions your head had fallen back, climax bubbling to the surface in your core, lost in the moment. A sharp tug of his restraints brought you back to his desperate gaze, “...I cannot-” He groaned as his head burrowed back against the pillow. The muscles of his neck bulged against the strain of denial as you ceased your measured thrusts. “My brave soldier, you’ve been so good for me. So obedient, haven’t you?” you murmured, as Loki let out a whine. He was used to edging himself to the thought of you when alone. But this? This was pushing him to the brink. “Once you have satisfied me, I promise...I’ll release you.” You drew a finger down the line of his cheekbone, his eyelids fluttering shut at the gentle touch. “Now make me cum around this cock like a good boy. And don’t you dare disobey me...” Your thighs squeezed his hips like horse and rider as you began to work him again. Slowly. Purposefully. The ridges of his insatiable length sizzled across every nerve inside your aching pussy. Loki wasn’t the only one who’d been denied their climax twice. You felt the coil in your belly tightening, high pitched moans flying from your lips as you steadied yourself against his chest. With a cry of his name, you tumbled over the edge, the familiar intense wave of ecstasy only he could bring shuddering through you as you clamped down. There was lustful malice in his eyes, a searing wall of visceral flame as he tugged harshly against the bedframe. The sight of you coming undone with his name of your lips was one he could never resist. You wondered if tonight would be any different. Loki threw his head back against the pillow, dark curls falling over his flushed face, jaw clenched in determination as he let out a guttural growl of frustration. Your breaths slowed as you lowered to his chest, sliding your palms down to grip the sides of his ass. You raised your hips, sliding up his cock, the sticky mess of your juices making a sinful pop as you released. “Madam, please…” he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes as you hovered agonisingly on the tip. The walls of your pussy clenched tightly, ready to deliver what was sure to be the final blow to his resolve. “Will you follow my orders?” you whispered, biting your lip. He pushed his jaw out slightly, his tongue sheathed behind his teeth as he fought to hold back barbed words.

“Yes, Madam...I will.” he managed to stutter between broken breaths, the end of his leaking manhood brushing teasingly at your entrance. “Then I command you to cum inside me, Laufeyson. Fill me. Loudly.” When the last syllable left your lips, you dropped down on his desperate cock, his renewed cry of pleasure thundering the air. Loki pulled his bound hands together against the bedframe. The veins in his thick forearms pulsing with pure need as he thrust up into you like an animal. Nordic curses flew from his lips you rode him, feeling every hit of his thick girth bottoming out. “Fuck...yesss…my queen, my q-queen...fuckkkk” Loki howled as he filled you with his overdue seed, waves of hot cum filling your channel as he finally found his release. The lines of his tight stomach muscles clenched beneath you, the effort of his restraint making his orgasm even more intense. Loki's face was twisted in pained pleasure, feeling the force of his climax running over him like a speeding train. His erratic thrusts slowed, the thighs pressed against your back shuddering and falling open as he went slack against the restraints. Strands of damp hair clung to his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glimmering in the candlelight as he panted. Eyes closed. Moments passed before you reached to release his binds, gently rubbing his marked wrists. You cupped his jawline, fingers fitting perfectly into the angular edge as your lips met, his tongue slipping softly to caress yours. “Did you enjoy that, my love?” you murmured coyly, nestling into his chest as he drew you in tightly. Warm breath fanned your ear, his mischievous energy returning. Loki gave your earlobe a playful suck, before placing a kiss on the soft skin beneath. “Yes, Madam.” he purred.

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bigassbear · 2 years

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Satan’s Divine Office

The Divine Office is a rite for individual satanic worship, to be practiced in private as a personal prayer to Satan, and has two forms, a low and a high path, a Bestial and a Racional path, the Little and the High Office, both forms equal in value to the Lord.

The Little Office

The Little Office is a simpler ritual designed for worship bate session. Here’s the ritual’s basic structure:

* Take six deep puffs of weed, always hailing Him in the outbreath.

* Goon in deep, mindless adoration. You can use Satan’s Breath (poppers) as He inspires you to.

* As you approach the end of your worship, start the final Dedication, ascending Satan’s Altar: one huff for the first step, two for the second, etc, until you reach the final sixth step and cum, vocally praising Him.

* Take your cum and mark yourself with The Sign of The Beast.

In front for your altar, you’ll light your offer of weed to Satan, inhale deeply, and exhale the smoke Hailing Satan, six times. This given height of High will be exactly how deep Satan needs you to travel this worship session, it’s the trip he wants you to take. Accept where it takes you and enjoy it, it will go where Satan’s knows you need to go to and back. However, if mid worship, you feel Satan asks you to go deeper, you’ll abandon the Little Office and start the High Office, and that ritual will later be described.

If you feel you’re as deep as Satan whish you to be, then goon for Him, worship Him by offering the pleasure you feel in your cock, with no thoughts, animalistically, and do it for how long the Beast feels good, not for long any remnants of a rational voice in you thinks it should last. Sometimes, the rational voice will say, emm, we should have breakfast now, and you laugh in it’s face and watch that video again, because you can… sometimes, you need to travel fast and worship for a shorter time. Satan doesn’t care how long you worship Him for, do it for your own maximum pleasure, because it’s that pleasure your offer Him.

It’s up to you if and how much you decide to use Satan’s Breath (poppers) during the bate trip, always hailing Him in the exhalation. However, when you feel you approach the end of the journey, you’ll close it with the final Dedication, your personal pledge to Satan and sacrifice at His Altar.

The Dedication Ritual is as follow: to offer your worship to Satan, you need to climb the six steps to His Altar. Before each step you’ll inhale a round of poppers, one hit for the first step, two hits for the second, and so on until you reach the sixth step at his Altar, making sure that at each exhalation of Satan’s Breath, you hail Him and speak of your Love for Him, with each step bating more wildly, irrationally, closer and closer to becoming His Beast. Have in mind that you can stay at each step as long as you like, repeating the number of popperhits equivalent to the step your on, until you feel ready for the following step.

When you reach the last Step, bate intensely for Him, offering Him the pleasure you feel, faster and faster, until you Cum hailing Him, offering your orgasm to Satan in his praise.

Once the waves of this consecrated orgasm have calmed down, mark yourself as His, taking your cum and drawing the Sign of the Beast, the 666, on your forehead.

Though a shorter, simple form of worship, the Little Office is not a lower form of worship, rather the contrary, it’s a blessing of the Lord, who knowing how exactly deep you needed to go to worship thoughtlessly, animalistically, brings you to worship him happily and bestialy. However, sometimes the Lord will need to talk to you, often to take you on a long self search trip, and He will then inspire you to start the High Office.

High Office

The High Office starts like the little Office. In fact, all private individual worship starts as the Little Office, because a worshiper is not allowed to aim to perform High Office, for its practice is not a personal decision of the worshiper, but a deliberate, personal calling of Satan. When the Lord wants to speak to you, when He needs you to learn something, He will wake up his happy bestial worshiper from its thoughtless bating happiness, and let the rational human listen.

Here’s an overview of the Ritual:

* Six deep puffs of weed, always hailing Him, and goon.

* If Satan needs you to go deeper, consume as much weed as He deems necessary, just making sure you leave enough for the final Dedication.

* Listen to Satan’s Lessons, in the form of hypno files, poppertrainers or through whatever form He’ll use to reach you. You can use His Breath (poppers) if He so inspires you to, but always making sure you praise Him as you exhale.

* Once finished the Lessons, consume the rest of the weed and start the final Dedication, as with the Little Office.

* Once you cum, mark yourself with the sign of the Beast.

You’ll start the Little Office, with six deep puffs of weed, each time Hailing Satan, and start gooning and bating for Him. However, if mid session, you feel the Lord wants you to go deeper, you’ll smoke more weed, until you feel you’re deep enough to listen to whatever Satan needs you to know. Do make sure, though, to leave enough for one final puff at the last step of the altar.

Once you reached the right depth, stay there gooning and bating and listening to whatever message Satan needed to convey to you. The High Office is the perfect ceremony to listen to whatever hypno files or watch whatever satanic poppertrainers Satan needs you to watch, to learn the lessons he needs you to learn, so you can serve Him (and yourself) better. You can use Satan’s Breath if He inspires you to, making sure you always praise Him in the exhalation.

As the final lesson is taught, the need for the rational ear of the worshiper ceases, and the worshiper can return to his bestial self. As you stand in front of Satan’s Altar, smoke the last weed and goon to your cock’s content, to produce that constant flow of pleasure that you’ll offer at Satan’s Altar.

The High Office then ends the same as the Little, with Satan’s Breath Dedication, as you ascend its six steps, one huff for the first step, two huffs for the second, and so on until six huffs for the last step. Here, the lessons gathered in worship will sink into your unconscious mind and gradually change you.

After sealing the Lord’s Lessons with his orgasm, in constant vocal praise, the grateful worshiper who was taken through the High Office will gather the Seed and close the ritual by drawing the sign of the Beast upon his forehead.

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