The shimmering of his clothes fades away, settling back into the crotch-baring blue robe he started with. At your approach, he kneels and bows. [say:Forgive me, my lord, for I have failed!] You pause momentarily, unsure if he's [if (cor>60) {realizing you're the lord he was meant to worship|speaking of you as his lord}] or praying loudly. [say: My body, blessed to be your instrument, will now be soiled by this cruel non-believer!]

The mystery was brief. [if (cor>60) {A shame, you may have enjoyed this more if he saw you for what you truly are. }]Noting your hesitation, the pious [if (moreKids) {little boy|young man}] lurches forward and shouts, [say: You must violate me!] He's making demands of you, after you've won? Granted, you were planning to do that regardless, but it's not for his sake.
[if (herm) {[Fuck Him].tooltip="Shove your cock into this altar boy" [Ride Him].tooltip="Enjoy his zealous cock."}]
//for females and herms that pick [Ride Him]
The [if (moreKids) {boy|man}] sits on his butt and spreads his legs, trembling as he does. [say:My body is... soiled by this failure,] he says, and his [if (moreKids) {little|relatively modest}] [zealotskin] penis twitches nervously. [say:Only submission can cleanse me.] His nervousness is plain as day, yet so is his desire for you, multiplying as you close the distance. [say:I accept my punishment, and shall suffer for you!] he yells while clenching his eyes shut.

You sink to his level and fondle the member protruding from the opening in his robe. Mareth is immodest and excessive in many ways, but this religious fanatic sports a member that wouldn't be out of place in Ingnam at all, in both shape and size. [if (isvirgin) {If there's anyone that you should give your virginity to, an almost-normal human is probably the best you could ask for. }]Whimpering draws your eye back up, looking at his pitiable face. [say:I am a pathetic boy to lose to a non-believer, but the priestess has taught me--] You push him down, too horny and in need of release to wait on monologue.

[if (!isnakedlower) {The zealot looks in awe at you as you pull away your [armor] and unveil your body. ]}]A \"heretic's\" [vagina] is now flushed with need, right in front of him, and getting closer to his [if (moreKids) {tiny }]cock. [say:Forgive me, my lord, forgive me,] he mutters. [if (istaur) {The bestial front legs that pass his head elicit an audible gulp, while your hindquarters crouch and seek his lap|[if (isnaga) {The serpentine length of your lower half surely intimidate him, and you soon coil it around his legs, that seem so much more thin and frail now that they're held constricted in your grasp|[if (isdrider) {The spindly legs of your spider body make him shiver as they brush up against him, and gently settle your pelvis near his|[if (isgoo) {The flushed [skintone] slime concerns him, but the gentleness of your amorphous form begins to ease his apprehension|The [if (thickness > 50) {thick|[if (tone > 40) {strong|[if (thickness < 20 && tone < 20) {spindly|warm}]}]}] thighs stradding his hips assure that he won't be wriggling away from this}]}]}]}]. [say:[He] sees that I am ready, yet draws it out to emphasize my failure!] He seems to exaggerate, at least to you. Adding true emphasis to his failure, and to not let the loser get away with doing none of the work, you command him to press his tip against your entrance and ask for his penance. To that, he blushes with more uncharacteristic bashfulness considering the way he fights.

His is compliant, however, and the heat of his [if (moreKids) {kid-}]cock meets your labia. [say:Heathen, I will please you to your heart's content, as I don't deserve to be more than a toy,] he says, and you [if (isnaga) {constrict his body, pressing him into your snake-cloaca until you}] engulf his length, [if (isvirgin) {gasping at the sensation of being penetrated for the first time[if (haslostvirginity) { in this hole}]. The [if (moreKids) {young }]dick|taking in the sensation of his [if (moreKids) {young }]dick:}] soft, yet firm, and incredibly hot. {cuntChange text} A [if (isvirgin) {second-guess in the back of your mind wonders if this is really the way you should be having your 'first', but a }]rush of pleasure hits, like you yourself are wrapped up in the wet, velvety embrace of your pussy, despite your [if (hasCock) {[cocks] twitching free in the open air|lack of any cock of your own}]. You can't help yourself from moving your [hips], shuddering. [say:I--] he struggles to say between whimpering moans, [say:I am overwhelmed!]

A giddiness bubbles up from your groin, [if (hasballs) {your [balls] tensing as if to ejaculate, }]but you know this can't be an orgasm, not so soon! You have hardly had the time to enjoy it, and yet a yelp eeks out of your throat and you quake, while the [if (moreKids) {child|man}] beneath you let's loose a breathy, intense moan! He thrusts himself against you with all his might as spurts of seed spatter your walls, and you experience that release so much you nearly mistook it as your own, but you ride him still, grinding to force his dick as deep as it will go. The moans of the zealot turn into panting, then desperate, ragged breathing. [say:Forgive me! Forgive me! I can't--I--Lord--] he babbles, cumming yet again, and your muscles give out in the process, succumbing to the mirrored bliss and having an orgasm of your own. Your loins burn, but as your partner's eyes roll back, the burning fades, and you realize it's only his overly sensitive prick that was overused.

You catch your breath[if (!isnakedlower) { and re-dress}]. The [if (moreKids) {boy|zealot}] is still entirely lost in the throes of defeat, and you take the time to rob him of whatever seems useful before you continue on your way.