Rites

Absurd Pleasure

The cultists have chosen - no, the Cult God has selected this absurd carnality target for you... When resistance proves impossible, try finding pleasure in surrender.

ID: 5008171

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 1 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: Yes

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: Normal Result, Charisma, Magic, Physique

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

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Roll #1
Did you satisfy her - Them... or it...?
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Physique, Charisma and Magic determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 15
Low Target Tips: You need at least 15 Success to have them serve you
Roll #2
Did you satisfy her - Them... or it...?
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Physique, Charisma and Magic determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 13
Low Target Tips: You need at least 13 Success to have them serve you

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
What's done is done

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Try to enjoy it

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
The Sultan Card you gave the cultists

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

This rite has no regular outcome.

Extra

Scaling Heights
You suddenly feel yourself lifted skyward - more precisely, carried by an enormous hand. You struggle to turn but find your entire body wrapped in soft, warm, billowing pink skin. This gigantic hand raises you higher and higher...

A pair of immense, moist almond eyes observe you from the void, each eyelash like a tree, their inner corners white as whale bellies. Warm breath washes over you as the hand delivers you between house-sized lips... In saliva, a giant octopus-like tongue licks, flips, and sucks you... Apparently satisfied with your moistness, the hand retrieves you, holding your head while moving downward...

You pass two majestic peaks, across a vast pink plain that could feed an entire village, followed by a forest blacker and more lush than the Sultan's royal gardens... Then... impossible... wait...

She inserts you into her lower body.

Mucus fills your mouth, nose, ears, every orifice... You feel almost inadequate, as even your entire body barely stretches those firm, warm walls... Fortunately, the Great Mother Goddess shows mercy toward humble creations, toying with you briefly before squeezing you out with a soft moan.

You plummet directly from the goddess's loins.

Landing in your own bed. You awaken abruptly, drenched in sweat, with an ink stain mysteriously burning your palm.

The cultists fulfilled their promise; their manic laughter seems to echo throughout your home... Yet this twisted communion has damaged something within you - perhaps pride, perhaps dignity...

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You Pleased Her
You scrub vigorously at the mysterious ink stain without success. Through feverish haze, you still hear her gentle humming. You sense that stroking this mark might summon her enormous face to your window again.

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You Failed Her
Beyond that permanent stain and your psychological trauma, she leaves nothing more.

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Razor's Ecstasy
The cultists' promised "date" finds you during dinner.

Reaching for a succulent lamb chop, a sharp knife suddenly pierces your hand. A special dancer appears beside you, her limbs gleaming blades, her figure hypnotic, each movement deadly graceful.

Guests and servants appear bewitched, continuing their eating, drinking and music as though nothing unusual occurs. Musicians convulse, desperately playing otherworldly rhythms, their bleeding hands unnoticed. This frenzied music and the dancer entwine around you, awakening desire while razor-sharp edges strip away your clothes and even skin.

Like a mating insect, she completes her pre-fertilization dance before joining with you... Those blades firmly grip your torso, piercing your spine, sending irresistible commands to your brain - provide abundant life essence to the female!

You cannot recall how much you ultimately yielded... Your final memory shows her insect-like removing your skullcap, harvesting nutrients for reproduction... The nightmare shatters; you return to the banquet hall - guests, musicians, your body, clothes, that lamb chop - all seemingly untouched... Yet you're utterly exhausted, a burning ink stain mysteriously appearing on your trembling palm, that "date's" sensation lingering so intensely you'd gladly amputate to banish it.

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You Pleased Her
You scrub vigorously at the mysterious ink stain without success. Through feverish haze, you still feel those cutting sensations. You know now - caress this mark, and she'll perform that deadly dance of steel and flesh once more.

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You Failed Her
Beyond that permanent stain and your psychological trauma, she leaves nothing more.

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Twisted Space
At dusk, when sun and moon crowned opposite horizons, the cultists delivered their promised rapture.

From some twisted realm they conjured a beast bristling with scythe-limbs that cornered you, your screams echoing unheard as you watched it sever your head. Through your tumbling vision, you saw it carving chest, loins, legs - piece by piece.

Yet strangely, no pain came - only a dull, maddening itch where the blade had passed.

Then the creature seized your severed member and forced it between your lips... Terror, shame, revulsion, nausea - and the pleasure you denied - crashed over you in waves.

It played with agonizing patience while you prayed the summoning would fail, that it would be dragged back soon. Why won't it leave? Please, just leave...

When consciousness returned, servants clustered around calling your name. They'd brought Samir to examine you, prescribing herbs to calm your nerves.

You raised intact arms, checked beneath covers that everything remained where it should, then felt overwhelmed with relief - surely just a nightmare... But the burning stain in your palm reminded you otherwise...

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You Please It
You scrub vigorously at the mysterious ink stain without success. Through feverish haze, phantom sensations of severed limbs still haunt you. You know - caress this mark, and the full service returns.

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You Failed It
Beyond that permanent stain and your psychological trauma, it leaves nothing more.

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The Tree's Embrace
You never suspected the cultists' creature would masquerade as your own courtyard's pomegranate tree!

As you passed with growing unease, branches suddenly lashed out and seized you...

What followed defies pleasant recounting. The tree violated you thoroughly, inside and out, before your entire household. It offered certain... outlets for release, but through no agreeable means... Your cries never ceased while servants tried desperately to help, only to be savagely whipped by other branches.

When it finally tired, it spat out a broken Carnality Card and cast you aside. You lay there drenched and deeply shamed, but... the cultists had certainly fulfilled their promise and made quite an impression.

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You Please It
A wet, clinging stain mars your palm, impossible to wash away - constantly reminding you of dark things, as if that tree lurks ready to ensnare you again...

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You Failed It
Beyond that permanent stain and your psychological trauma, it leaves nothing more.

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Squandered Favor
The Sultan listens intently as you explain disposing of this Carnality Card.

"These cultists love summoning all manner of perversions, yet refuse to serve me - they despise the Purist essence in my palace. I've killed several to correct their disloyalty, but they truly fear nothing, not even death." He shakes his head ruefully, then grows wrathful. "Yet they did this for you."

...You try explaining such "carnality" brought no pleasure, but the Sultan won't hear it. He's convinced you enjoyed what even he cannot access, and this represents the gravest possible disrespect.

Result:

Another Visit
Badriyyah wants more! She giggles, seeking a second, third card... For your own survival, you absolutely cannot oblige. She seems disappointed, though her smile never fades. "Well then, let's reframe - not you providing cards, but me helping you. That works, right?"

She settles this unilaterally.

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The cultists' ritual grants you disturbing insights into forbidden realms.

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You break a Sultan Card in an extremely unclean moment
You performed sacred coupling for divine pleasure... The Sultan's Game witnessed this deed. In the moment the card breaks, through the splattered stains, you glimpse a sublime vision - pure devotees kneeling before the true god. In ancient times, a god was judged evil and banished for unauthorized world-alteration - now, through game-created stains and your vision, Their name will be sanctified anew, returning once more.

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