The Ritual

The Third Ritual

Ava was left alone to get some sleep after the completion of the second ritual. She kept lying unmoving in her place. She did not even have enough strength to get up and go to bed.

She was unconscious of the things that had happened after the second ritual.

People of the whole pack came and kissed any part of her body they could find desirable and walked out of the room silently.

Vishous was not allowed to be left alone with her. So after gritting his teeth in anger at the strength and importance of the whole ritual, Vishous left Ava alone with the group of women of his pack.

He wanted to make Ava his for the rest of his life. And to do that, the rituals that were mandatory to complete for werewolves had started making him impatient.

But the hope of getting tied with Ava for life and the happiness it brought in his heart kept him warm in the soul.

Just one more ritual, and she will be his for the rest of her life, that was the only thought that helped him keep control of himself.

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A few hours later.

(11. 58 PM)

Now that the second ritual had been completed, it was time to start the third ritual.

This last ritual was the most sacred and important one. And to prepare for it, everyone in the pack had to be very careful. Everyone in the pack was eager and anxious. Even Vishous was nervous for it.

As Ava slept deeply, unconscious and unaware to everything that was happening around her, males and females of the pack prepared the scenario for the last ritual.

Males of the pack took charge of arranging the place that the last ritual was supposed to take the place at. While the females of the pack started to clean up and bathe Ava thoroughly.

She was washed and rubbed like the softest thing on earth. The ladies of the pack had made sure to not disturb her sleep at any cost.

She was cleaned to the depth of her warm pussy. The ladies of the pack had gotten the silkiest cloth that existed on earth to clean their Luna.

They swiped the shiny red cloth over her milky white skin and softly rubbed the tiny tips of her heavily milky breasts.

They wrapped the cloth in hanky size around their index finger and entered it inside her fuck hole so they could wash away every trace of any werewolf that had fucked Ava just a few hours ago.

They rubbed the tip of her swollen clit and swiped the cloth delicately between the flower petals like lips of her gorgeous, pink womanhood.

Although the sight of Ava lying helpless in front of all the woman of the pack was making them hungry to taste her once more.

The second ritual had been completed and the third one had time before starting. The wolf inside them, the predatory creature was waking up, dying to eat the offering that was laid in front of it.

And because of the mate bond, they could feel what each female werewolf present in that room were feeling.

Every female present in that room, given the task to clean up their Luna wanted to taste the deliciousness of her skin for the last time.

Their eyes communicated to each other silently. Everyone wanted to make the thought come true that was running through their head.

In the end they agreed to take the advantage of the last opportunity that they would ever get to taste their Luna. They decided to do the unspeakable, forbidden thing to Ava while she slept peacefully.

One of the ladies of the pack came forward. Everyone in the room was barefoot as to not awaken their Luna.

As the herb acted its remedy inside her body, Ava slipped into a deep, serene slumber.

Just as the herb was inside her lungs, the lady put the herb away. And then one by one, every woman in the room started shuffling closer to the innocent prey that was lying helpless and unconscious in the middle of the room.

One woman came forward and took charge of grabbing both of her arms and putting them in opposite directions over her head, stretched as far apart as they could go.

Another woman did the same to her legs. They were pushed far apart in opposite directions as far as they could go.

The women present in the room watched in fascination as both lips of pretty, soft petals opened like a flower blooming in summer.

They started sweating. They hunger that their wolves were making them feel seemed unquenchable. Their throats were so dry, they had to forcefully gulp down the water that had filled their mouths at the sight of the prey that was lying naked, helpless in front of them like nothing but a piece of meat.

Now it was time to fill their mouth with the taste of their Luna's cum.