Good night dear!

Although good or bad, it turns out only in the morning. But it’s the only one, unforgettable and fateful in any case, for today the night of her celebration, Night of Nights, comes for young Jane. This, her, Jane, was elected by the High Council of Priests out of a thousand aspirants in order to sacrifice her virginity to the Supreme Master. On the annual night of the great offering - the night of nights.

Oh, this Black Lord, ruling their country for almost a century ... He is rumored to have a thousand faces, but no one has seen his true face. Someone lord was in the image of the old elder, someone a young demon in a black and red cloak ... An indomitable steep-horned bull, or a giant octopus that entangles the chosen one of the year with dozens of thick tentacles and shoves their victim in every conceivable hole, and sucks at it breast nipples, earlobes and the rest of the tender areas of the fragile girl's body. And once, they say, appeared to the Virgin of the Year in the form of a woman, slim and flexible, like a snake - but with huge breasts and a huge male member sticking out right above the entrance to the gate of pleasure. With which he, and now She has crashed the unfortunate innocent victim ...

But what about this guessing ?! Very soon the girl will know it first-hand and will accept her fate meekly and joyfully, as she accepted everything that has already happened to her. After all, to become the chosen one of the year is the greatest honor. Her parents had already received such a sum of gold from the treasury that it would be enough to live comfortably both of them until death. And Jane herself ... Everything depends now only on herself. If the Lord fails to please, he will be sent to the monastery for seven years in the morning. But if you can ...

The virgin that pleased the king for a year became his queen and co-ruler. She could execute and pardon herself, reward and uplift her neighbors ... And for the sake of such a case, you can try. Moreover, the young Jenny's virginity was real, and not whipped up by the nearest healer, as it is, no, no, and it happened during the long years of royal custom.

And now she was standing, holding her breath, in the rooms specially designed for this ceremony and was looking forward to the first strike of the clock.

The priestesses had just been preparing the Bride of the Year for almost half an hour at the time of her triumph. Washed in seven fragrant waters, anointed, brushed - and then dressed up. And now she was wearing a traditional, fanciful outfit. The snow-white lace panties did not hide anything, but only embellished the sponges and pristine pubis that looked through them, the eagle could not make out over the fluff, and the thief, trained to open other people's safes, could not find a hand. The same was the lace bra, gently grasping her considerable, but very strong and highly raised chest.

On the legs there are lace silk stockings, also white and lifted almost to the very thighs with graceful garters of the color of sparkling mountain ice. Modest, ivory-colored shoes on a small heel, the benefit that the Creator girl growth is not cheated. And above all - a long white dress without sleeves, to match his lace gloves to the elbow and ... Veil is not a veil, a cape is not a cape, but a thin transparent veil covering the Bride of the Lord's face. The pale pink, pearly tone of lipstick on his lips completed this image of Innocence being sacrificed.

And only a single stroke that contrasts with this look and from the very beginning denotes her belonging to the sovereign: a gold pendant with a huge black diamond, which the high priestess buttoned on her belt. On a naked body, under all these robes. And now this amulet already exuded an invisible heat, feeling the approach of its owner and filling Jenny's body with new, unfamiliar and incomprehensible sensations. Want a man - is that so?

And now you are frozen in front of the door to an unknown future, which should open in a moment in front of you.Timid and proud, fearful and fearless, innocent and at the same time filled with the most sinful thoughts. Meanwhile, the clock had already begun an intricate chime, foreshadowing the onset of midnight. And then the last ringing bell rang, you are frozen in suspense ...

Bummm!

With the first blow, the door swings open, as if swept away by an explosion. A sharp gust of wind sweeps the veil from Jane, and she clearly sees his master as he wished to appear before her today: a middle-aged man and perhaps of medium height ... But nothing more is observed in the Black Lord. Curly and pitch black hair comes down to the shoulders with large curls. A black leather suit fits tightly to his muscular body, giving a lot of physical strength. And burning brown eyes - considerable spiritual, mental strength. He is capable of such a spell, bewitch, subjugate the little finger to himself ...

Bummm!

This movement is made by the king simultaneously with the second strike of the clock. And in obedience to this magical gesture, the richly ornamented dress of the bride swings open and falls to her feet, leaving an embarrassed girl in only her underwear — so innocent and so sinful at the same time. Is she really embarrassed, or is it just the husk of the “right”, in quotes, parenting received from parents?

Bummm!

With the third blow, Jane realizes that this is the case: along with the external covers under Black's sovereign's magic - today hers and her legitimate sovereign alone - dissolve and the internal covers do. Covers of shame, fear, self-doubt ...

Bummm!

With the fourth stroke of the clock, the beautiful shoes of today's princess of the night also go into oblivion. Jane now feels a pleasant tickling in the feet, touching the oak parquet, the heavy fleecy carpet, while the girl uncertainly shifts from one foot to the other, waiting for the next strike of the clock and the next miracles. And somewhere in the depths between the legs and just above, some new, unfamiliar, but very exciting feeling is already beginning to sprout.

Bummm!

Snow-white stockings are already falling off Jenny's legs, finally giving affection to the gentle slip on the thighs. Smoldering light between which begins to flare up. And only Jane has time to think that of all the clothes on her there are only panties and bra, as ...

Bummm!

With the sixth stroke of the clock, the girls fly off and they, leaving Jenny in pristine beauty, only an amulet with a black diamond hangs on her belt, retaining the feeling of belonging to the Black Lord and belonging to him. And he, who still stood three steps away in front of her and silently watched the results of his witchcraft ... A man who was taken into black skin, with a single leap, appears next to Jane and, confidently taking his shoulders, dug his full sensual lips her own, girlish and unshaken.

At the touch of a leather suit, in which her present astral spouse is dressed, to her bare skin, the girl turns everything inside. And the man, the ruler and sovereign, freezes for an infinitely long second in a kiss, and then retreats again three steps back.

- Princess time is exhausted, it's time to become a queen, my dear Jane!

Bummm!

With the seventh strike of the clock, white decisively gives way to black. At the feet of a bewildered, but utterly intrigued girl, black mesh tights with neatly cut neckline between their legs fly up. “Delight for the eyes and hands is incredible, but nothing will hurt future penetrations!” - Jane realizes to herself, because the innocence of the mental mental corruption is not a hindrance, and the girl has been since childhood, not smart and well-read.

Bummm!

After the eighth stroke, baby Jenny, who is not so far away, is still six inches taller. It becomes literally - just the heels of elegant black sandals, in which her legs are now shod.And again, and again: the Black Lord's bride would seem to be dressed in black, but this clothing is almost like it consists of holes and holes.

Bummm!

Ninth blow? About the Almighty, already the ninth ... His girlfriend finds already packed in a corset, or body ... In short, a black lace thing, hugging Jane's slender, resilient torso and slightly digging into the shoulders, but diverging from the hips. Sometimes this is also called baby dollars. But Jenny’s rich breasts only wrap this circle around the outside, allowing them to fall forward and revealing to male fondles.

Some new, unexplored, and unbridled desires sprout into Jane and burst out, still tightly sealed by the tight membrane of virginity.

“But not for long,” she thinks hopefully. Just three more hits!

Bummm!

The tenth stroke of the clock does not keep you waiting. Jane is already fully clothed for her enthronement and anointing of the kingdom. She even suspects what it will be like, how myrrh will be anointed, and already all oozes in anticipation of this charming moment of eternity.

Her lord is near, he delicately turns Jenny with his back to himself and puts on his knees. The breasts of the girl open to the whole universe rub against a fleece bear skin, the desire becomes violent ...

Bummm!

The penultimate, eleventh strike of the bell ... The palms of the Black Lord, her spouse of this night, lie on the girl’s tightly covered pantyhose and spread her lower lips - juicy, hot, and swollen. Both are wound up to the limit, from a man’s leather suit, if something remains somewhere, then certainly not here and not now. She feels how huge and tense his armor-piercing ram is, preparing to crush the gates of her fortress. And he knows that this fortress is not something that is ready, but simply dreams to surrender to the mercy of the winner. There was only the last step, the last blow. But finally ...

Bummm!

With the twelfth stroke of the clock, two furious screams - male and female - merge into one, and the fragile membrane of innocence bursts under the onslaught of the man who owns this right, and she herself. Both end almost immediately and simultaneously, choking in a frantic pleasure. For the first time, Jane learns inside herself and the hardness of the male member filling her, and the taut seed's life-giving stream. And she likes it! Damn, how she likes it. I like it so much that she almost loses consciousness, forgetting herself in paroxysms of orgasm.

And only by the edge of the mind he manages to hear the voice of a man hoarse from the pleasure. His man. His Black Ruler. The voice that whispers in her ear:

- Michael. Call me Michael.