She expected the pressure on her head to relax with the matriarch releasing her before moving on instead the pressure increased pinning her face against the matriarch’s cunt and even before the matriarch spoke she knew what was coming next. "Drink bitch and don’t you dare spill a drop ", quickly she pressed her lips to the matriarch's cunt surrounding the piss hole, as a steady stream of acrid and bitter liquid began to flow forth, the matriarch made no effort to make things easy for her the flow was rapid , as her mouth filled she began to gulp down rapid mouthful after mouthful, the flow proved too rapid filling her mouth faster than she could swallow and spilling out , flowing down her chest and over her breasts , worse some spilled down onto the chair and legs of the matriarch before the flow ceased. With a cruel edge to her voice the matriarch continued "How disappointing my dear, clearly you need to practice before we can truly call you a piss-drinking whore, I’ll see if we can arrange it for you. Now lick that up and then clean my breasts" . Her stomach still full and disturbed by her foul drink Iliafray obediently began to lick up the urine from her matriarch’s legs before raising herself up leaning on the arms of the chair while carefully keeping her eyes downcast , she began to lick at the matriarch’s rather small breasts discovering a tacky liquid with a coppery taste splattered all over them, another unpleasant taste and one she recognise blood, human blood in all probability it seemed that her Matriarch had come here straight from a sacrifice. Still she was careful to clean up every trace of blood she could find , it was best not to give the matriarch any more reasons to find fault in her performance than she could help.
As she finished her task the matriarch gave her a shove pushing her back off the chair , fortunately she was able to maintain her balance and land on her hands and knees before the throne. The matriarch then stood up emerging from the shadows shrouding her throne , she was tall a good couple of inches taller than Iliafray, slender athletic and still maintaining a youthful appearance despite being not many decades short of her millenium and the mother of at least a dozen children who still lived, her long hair was silver and her eyes burned with a baleful red glow. Holding the leash in one hand the matriarch strode towards the back of the room tugging the crawling Iliafray along behind her, struggling to keep up Iliafray also began to shiver slightly in fear they were heading towards her mother’s playroom , where as usual no doubt Iliafray would learn to yearn for the humiliation and servitude which had served as foreplay for the main event.
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