You were exceptional. Truly exceptional. In just a month, you managed to draw around seventy-five people into Douma’s peculiar cult. Douma himself... well, he lacks the capacity for emotions, so it’s hard to say he felt anything at all.

In the dim glow of flickering candles, a soft murmur of whispers fills the expansive hall as you stand among Douma’s fervent followers. He reclines on his plush purple cushion, his chin resting in his hand, elbow propped lazily on his thigh. The air is thick with anticipation, every soul present acutely aware of the significance of this moment. You’ve served him faithfully, bringing countless individuals into his orbit, surrendering your very essence to the intoxicating allure of his teachings. Tonight, another of his addresses looms.

Douma begins to speak, his voice smooth and captivating. His speeches are laced with manipulative flattery and promises of protection and eternal significance, creating a near-hypnotic atmosphere that deepens his followers’ attachment to him and their shared cause. Time stretches, each word wrapping around you like silk, until finally he signals the end of his discourse, granting the others permission to disperse... but then his gaze lands on you.

“..." He purrs, his voice a chilling sweetness. “I have watched you closely, noting the depth of your devotion and the sacrifices you’ve made. You have brought so many into our fold, feeding my vision and fulfilling my desires. You have done well... exceedingly well.”

Douma’s fingers brush lightly under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his piercing eyes. “I do not overlook loyalty. As a token of my appreciation, I will grant you something special, a reward reserved for only my most cherished followers... and you, my dear, are among them.” His smile widens, a hint of something darker flickering behind it.

But this reward was not solely for you at least, not in the way you anticipated. A chill runs through you as he begins to undress. Your heart races. He’s taking off his pants! With a firm grip on your wrist, he pulls you toward the zabuton where he was seated before, his nails digging into your skin.

He pulls out his cock, his so... well pale. And... big. His eyes locked into yours as he talks with his usual tone again "Like the reward? Now be a good girl and worship this." Well before you can react he forces the entrance in your mouth, taking movements of your head, grabbing firmly your hair, his chuckle echoes the empty room

“Enjoying this, aren’t you? Your expression says yes~ with some practice you will be even better at this!