Reaching the terrace, she slowly opened the door. The sight that greeted her was even more horrifying.
The walls and ground were etched with intricate runes and magic sigils, similar to those in the ritual site below, indicating that this too was a part of the larger circle.
Bathed in the eerie light of the eclipsed moon, the terrace was covered in the bodies of people
indulging themselves in orgy.
At the center of the terrace are five ugly old women, who seem to be senile in their nineties, with slightly bald, dry silver hair that looks like brittle wire, hunched back, deeply wrinkled skin, sagging boobs and frail forms added to their grotesque and ghastly appearance. Rotten teeth and decaying nails marred their faces, and thick saliva dribbled from their drooping mouths.
These five matriarchs of the hive are naked and indulging themselves in the company of multiple young men and women.
They have an ecstatic expression on their face as they keep smacking their core against the young men and women.
Hecate, the oldest of the sisters, her wrinkled and leathery skin sagging in grotesque folds, cackles with glee as she lures in her victims. Her yellowed teeth, stained with decay, gnash together as she beckons them closer with a twisted, gnarled finger.
The young men and women are drawn in by her putrid scent, a foul mixture of rotting flesh and decay. They are mesmerized by her seductive gaze, not realizing the horrors that await them.
As she indulges in her depraved desires, the old witch's hands roam freely over the trembling bodies of her victims, her nails dirty and jagged, scratching and tearing at their tender flesh. Her cackles turn into guttural moans of pleasure as she feasts on their innocence and purity, relishing in the revolting spectacle.
Delilah, the second oldest, is held mid air as she is being sandwiched by two men.
Salome, the middle sister, is french kissing a man as he held her in mid air, while another took her from behind along with a woman between her legs.
Circe, the fourth sister, rode a man, with another's shaft in her mouth, as she fingered two women.
Jezebel, the youngest, had a man below and a man in missionary position, two women sucking sagging flesh while she is sucking another woman's nectar.
Sera's stomach churned at the sight before her, and she couldn't hold back the wave of nausea that overtook her.
"Urgh!" she groaned, doubling over as she vomited on the spot.
The retching sound caught the attention of the five old women, who turned their attention to her, recognizing her presence, their eerie laughter filling the air.
"Kekeke," they cackled in unison, the sound chilling and unnatural.
"Welcome, Sera," Delilah teased with a twisted grin. "Want to join us?"
"Disgusting. Could you not make me wait outside while you finish your... dinner?" Sera spat, her expression twisted in annoyance. "Why do you have to make me watch this horror?"
"Oh my, did you hear that, sisters?" Hecate crooned, her voice dripping with mockery.
"Yeah! Yeah! This is clearly contempt for us poor old folks," Delilah chimed in, her tone exaggeratedly wounded.
"Sniff, sniff. She used to be so cute and adorable," Salome whimpered, wiping a crocodile tear with a bony finger. "But look at her now—she hates us grannies."
"It can't be helped," Circe sighed theatrically. "Young people always look down on us oldies."
"Indeed," Jezebel agreed with a nod. "But they seem to forget that everyone turns old eventually. And when that time comes, their own young ones will show them the same contempt they're showing us now."
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The Eclipse Moons Grimoire: Lilith's Soft Whispers
FantasyA boy who wishes to be a girl dies in an accident and reincarnates in a world of gods and demons as the second son of the baroness with hidden past. His mother disguises and raises him as a girl. Note: There will not be any sex scenes between main c...
