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Caius Calpernius Petronius

The Grand Reveal

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What did he mean when her services were required? What sort of things were the cultists doing? She wanted to ask but knew he had already revealed much to her this day. Assuming that she was not granted access to the hidden entrances to cult places yet she accepted the fact she still needed to go to Caius to earn more trust and become a fully fledged member. As with all things there'd be a period of grace, months on probation, testing her loyalty. They were right to do so for they had just let a Shade into their presence...

"So what now?" She asked and she wondered if it would be considered heresy to lean against the altar? She did so, regardless, and arched an eyebrow at Caius. Would he still be enticed now he'd recruited her?

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Indeed, his eyes on her suggested he was still much so.

"Now I would ask for the pleasure of your company." he said bluntly, again the more passionate man, not the cult leader."We are not the Chantry here, and we see no wrong in fanning one's fervor through more...physical means."

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Marcella arched an eyebrow at him and then looked between him and the altar, wondering if he was suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. She had only meant to lean on it, but he seemed to be hinting at making a different kind of sacrifice. Not of blood though. Thankfully. Marcella moved from the stone altar and found a gap in his robes, sliding her hand against the muscular, naked flesh beneath. Once she reached his naval she discovered that he had indeed been hinting at exactly what she had thought. After stroking him a little to show she was complicit Marcella stepped back and shed herself of clothes. She then climbed atop the altar, ready to give her sacrifice to Lusacan, though in her heart she did it all for the sake of the Chantry and of Tevinter.

Still, that didn't mean she could not enjoy the physical pleasure, right?

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The cloth-strewn altar - a stone table set before the rearing statue itself - had been built to comfortably accomodate a human body. For different reasons. Texts showed that the Old Temples had venerated their goods in different ways, always using the human body as their gateway. Yes, this had led to the practice of blood sacrifice, and certain temples, like Dumat, had been especially vigorious at that.

It was the ancient temple of Urthemiel that had started the different tradition of offering worship in the form of sex, venerating their god of beatiful things. They had done it like this, on the altar, often before a kneeling crowd. Marcella did not need that, but the act was still good.

Caius shed his own robes, taking some pleasure and pride in how the sight of his still strong, warrior's body made Marcella's cheeks flush clear red, and to bite her lip.

He came over and climbed atop her.

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Unsure if this was typical of this temple or just something Caius decided to pursue Marcella nevertheless wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him inside of her. If others watched she did not notice them neither did she suspect that passing around the latest recruit was a thing. Caius seemed to be a leader amongst these cultists and therefore revered, so whomever she was to him was off limits - or so Marcella hoped. She had already sacrificed so much to get this far, she did not want it to all be for nothing.

To entice the high priest and keep his interest Marcella had learned to tailor herself to his desires, to the things he liked to do - pretending they were the things that she liked. She noticed he liked a strong woman, someone who was not passive, so during their congress she somehow managed to get him on his back. Marcella then sat astride him, her young, naked form writhing on top of him, enjoying the pleasure his body gave to her. There was no room for shyness here, she revelled in this position, in fucking him on his altar and it showed. The way she relentlessly bounced up and down on his cock, the way she moaned, the way she touched herself - cupping her breasts and pushing them together, the way she flicked her fiery mane and cried out unashamedly. 

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Marcella played her role to perfection. She looked so much like Lu in that moment - her orgasmic howls cries of religious veneration - that Caius found his mind transported to an older time, times when he and Lucretia had worshipped in this very fashion. Marcella had the same curves and strong body that Lu had possessed, and he could not touch or taste enough of it as she rode him wildly.

When her climax came, he saw her from below, her back arched, her chest thrust out, her head back to show that smooth neck and below her chin, a part of the female form he had always found oddly erotic when exposed such.

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It was a highly erotic atmosphere, she could not deny that. Part of her wondered if Caius had defiled Chantry altars in this manner and she was sorely tempted to find out! The young woman rode him hard, giving no quarter and allowing for no orgasm but her own. As she panted from the exertion she wrapped a single hand around his throat and told him to hold on to his seed. She was not ready for it yet.

"Get behind me." She ordered with a smirk. There was a side to this character she had concocted that was morphing into the woman he had loved above all others. Marcella had no idea, she merely reacted to the things he seemed to like about her performance. What Marcella also had no idea of was the fact that if Caius ever found out she was a Shade the betrayal would be akin to as if Lucretia had betrayed him. It would be a slow and painful death for the Shade should that ever come to pass.

As it was her mask had not slipped and Marcella moved off his cock and onto her hands and knees. Her hands gripped the edge of the altar, bracing herself for pleasure she knew always came from such a position.

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Caius obayed without question. He would later consider this as odd, given their roles as leader and recruit, but in the moment he could only see a young Lucretia before him. 

The thryst was hard and fast, and it left Caius on his back upon the altar, Marcella upon his chest.

"Your vigor is impressive." he breathed.

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"As is yours." She commented before sliding off the altar and picking up her clothes. It was time to leave now, she had to report back to Sextus but not rouse suspicion by leaving the temple too quickly after being initiated. Fucking the Temple's leader would had covered her tracks. Marcella swaggered out of the chapel, assuming she would be taken out in the same manner she had been brought there.

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