When I discovered that the covenant ritual was due to take place, I was excited to learn that it would be overseen by Masters Weston and Snow. I have, for the longest time, admired both men from afar. Pleasuring such a man, and watching his icy exterior cracking, would be utterly thrilling. I would find great excitement in watching him slowly peeling back the layers of perfectly-turned-out clothing and seeing his beautiful dick emerging from his pants, swollen and engorged… because of me.

A chamber servant handed me a white ceremonial robe to wear for the ritual. Only a few yards of delicately pleated fabric, tied with a series of knots, it had a sort of a Grecian vibe about it. I was instructed to crawl into the room, which was gleaming white and lined with long curtains that billowed in the spring breeze.

I immediately clocked Master Snow, who was sitting on a long, padded bench in an immaculate white suit, shirt, and tie. I then noticed Master Weston standing behind Snow, similarly dressed.

I dutifully crawled towards Master Snow and knelt at his feet, which he instructed me to wash. I did exactly as told, removing his slippers and socks, and using a cloth and a bowl of water to carefully cleanse every inch of them: the soles, the toes, the arches. It could have been perceived as humiliating but, looking into his beautiful, lavender-blue eyes, I could tell that I was pleasing him greatly, and I live to please.

He pulled me to my feet and stood in front of me, staring at me as he ran his hands up and down the pleats in the fabric of my gown. I could tell that he was drinking me in, and that he approved of the way that I looked.

Master Snow is shorter than me, but his frame is powerful. He exudes strength to the extent that I could barely look at him without blushing. Every time I dared to make eye-contact, I felt as though I was close to being hypnotized. The sensation of his hands running gently and seductively across my body was almost mind-blowing. I could sense that he was smelling me, sampling every inch of my flesh.

My dick was hard in seconds and tenting like crazy within the soft, ruffled gown. He stood behind me and continued to run his hands over my body, intimately nuzzling me while pushing his groin into my thigh until I was desperate to kiss him.

He undid the ties on my gown and it immediately dropped to the floor, leaving me entirely naked. He turned me around to face him and removed his jacket. I found myself daring to reach out and touch him, running my fingers over his shirt, feeling the firmness of his chest underneath.

Then, he threw me down to my knees again. He removed his tie, undid his shirt, and unbuckled his belt. He slowly pushed his pants down and exposed his penis, which was a thing of immense beauty. I knew my task was to suck it, and I knew I wanted to give him the best darn blowjob of his life. I took it real slow at first, repeatedly running my tongue up and down his shaft. I slid my soft wet lips towards his balls.

He ordered me to lie on the padded bench, which turned out to be the size of a bed, and positioned me so that I was on my back with my legs in the air. He squatted between them and started to eat me out, his hungry tongue dancing over my hole. He nearly made me orgasm just with the dexterity of his mouth. My mind went blank; all thoughts were replaced by pleasure. All I could think was how desperate I was to feel his dick inside me.

He encouraged Master Weston to step forward and hold my feet. I felt Master Snow slide the head of his monster cock against my hole, then the sensation of him splitting me open as he pushed. My entire body shook. The look on his face was so casual, and yet it really felt as though he was wilfully tearing me in half. It was agonizing and beautiful. Behind me, I could smell Master Weston’s aftershave and feel the ever-speeding thump of his heartbeat. He, too, was aroused.

Master Snow positioned himself and then leaned over to kiss me, still deep inside my ass. The kissing felt remarkably intimate; a moment of deep connection and at-one-ness.

He pulled out and laid on his back on the bed, his chiseled body sprawled out over the blood-red cloth. I squatted over him before lowering my body down onto his dick. I rode, unable to stop myself from jerking as I ground up and down. He continued to slam his rock hard dick into me with increasing force.

I repositioned myself so that I could look down at him—staring into those once cold blue eyes that were now hot with lust. He held my waist and fucked me. His balls made a repeated, hollow thud as they rammed against my cheeks.

As I stared down at him, feeling that electric joy, I knew I needed to cum. I couldn’t hold on. I spewed all over his hairy chest. Despite this, he still thrusted into me. He went harder and harder, arms wrapped around me, staring into my face, and then, just like that, he orgasmed. I don’t know how much went up there, but he, like a beast, just kept on pumping. As his hips slowed, he kissed me again. For a split second I wondered if I was in love—either with him, or with The Order, as a whole.