A Talk With Your Subordinate And Sexily Blessing Yourself.

Left alone in the heady atmosphere of the room, you weren’t alone in the building anticipation as both you and the farmer’s wife sat next to each other in silence fidgeting inside the intimately small room.

Which was probably on purpose as with the priestess there had been room for all three of you even a fourth person. Alone with her and the tight proximity to each other, it felt like you could feel her body’s gentle warmth, without your robe it’d be like you were baking in an oven of wanton desire, in fact you still were in the frying pan as your cock powerfully throbbed in your pants as your surroundings fueled your arousal.

Piling on was how the more you’re eyes wandered, the more it click the attentive design of everything to produce this pressure cooker of desire, romance or lust. Your discoveries were like peeling layers of innocuous mystery of the decisions to find the second true sensual purpose of everything, from the placements of the wispy silk curtains which served to color and mute the light.

Pressing down on the floor with your hand was another discovery.

The floors were soft mats, pressing down with your hand it was like they were padded yet solid, magic? Or divine blessing on holy ground?

Even without the cushions it made you think they’d be perfect for wildly fucking on in comfort and the room was large enough for you to lay down stretched out and not reach either side, or more accurately for a couple to fuck with plenty of room to spare even with yours and the Head Angel’s statues.

Or was extra space a consideration for races taller than humans to use these private rooms to embrace the carnal sensation of sex.

In your mind you transmitted that thought with a compliment to the presence of your Head Angel, she returned feeling of a sense of pride, accomplishment, self-assurance and another polite request to talk as it smothered you in its embrace.

Shaking your head blinking you notice the Head Angel statuette’s pose has changed without you ever seeing it move, it wasn’t standing in attendance to your statue any more. It’s head raised to you softly smiling with her hands around her stone key.

You breath out decided not to push it off as you shifted on your cushion because of the discomfort of your erection that tested your sweat pants.

But if you were somewhat uncomfortably aroused by the temple’s atmosphere, then the raggedly panting woman with her hand under the tunics hem was in sexual throes from it. Her soft wet slicking cutting through the silence of the room like a church bell that made her more aroused and embarrassed as she muffled her moans side-eying you longingly.

Grabbing her you pulled her into your lap, her body raised inched up from the size of your bulge her firm ass wiggled on the shifting side to side causing you to groan. Holding her tightly you fixed her in place as you rested your chin on her shoulder breathing in her scent, of fresh straw, the earthy smell of her sweat and spicy arousal.

Placing kisses along her neck to her adulating sounds joining with the temple’s own soft concupiscent backdrop. She writhed on your prick, **** with want as she circled her athletic backside on your dick.

“I c-can’t not yet, just a little long~” She piteously whined under her breath.

Shifting it from your mind you focused sharpening your mind grasping hold of your… it clicked into place. Your divine energy, of course you’d only felt it once you’d entered the temple. It molded to your intent eagerly.

The world around you fell away, the farmer's wife in your lap was a ghostly apparition, but her body heat, weight and sensation of the enjoyable friction her slight motions remained. Replacing the intimate dim lust intoxicating room was a palatial parlor room of unrivaled tasteful naughty Victorian splendor and your little patch of the cushion with the mat floor stood out like a sore thumb.

Your Head Angel sat in an upholstered parlor chair, it's carved wood back built to accommodate her was shaped as two scantily dressed angels joining arms to frame the backrest, their incredible detail made so life-like.

Casting your gaze around the room, statues of women of different races suggestively posed in ways that flowed with their space such as the two elven statues, a high elf and dark elf kneeling arms stretched out toward each other in **** outfits that formed the mantelpiece.

And it was empty, no one else was present except yourself, your Head Angel basking in your presence with radiant happiness and the ethereal farmer’s wife oblivious wiggling on the cock of the temple’s god.

Grunting at the sliding of the farmer’s wife on your prick. “Address me by name, she can’t hear us. And a little empty isn’t it… uh?” You mentally voice, the sentence tapping off as you realize you don’t know her name.

She deflated in her seat, her otherworldly perfect face pursed in dejection, elfin ears drooping, her heart halo’s glow softened as she swung her legs. “Can’t believe you forgot.” Her doleful whisper trembled with a lusty heat, wings twitching as her look of hurt took a total reversal.

Her perfect skin of her cheeks blushed with arousal, her hands covering her cheeks as she rubbed her thighs together as she squirmed in the chair jangling her jeweled key on her breasts. “Eons I’ve loyally labored, tirelessly endowed your blessings, guided generations of heart eyed girls yearning to be your concubines and so much more, but you don’t even remember my name and only visit to get in bed with some random woman.” She fangirlish squealed listed her labors you’d accidently brushed off with rapturous delight at it’s dismissal twisting in her seat gasping for air as might have even cum from it.

Oh, that made too much sense that for a Head Angel of a god of sex and lust that’d be left ignored, alone and neglected by the very being she’d been created to serve. It’d be the kind of being which that treatment would be kinda turned on by it…

You almost laugh at her, but you kept it down by embracing your saucy squeeze in your lap, hearing her needy sounds at your nibbling on her earlobe. Her defenses and weakened resistance to your advances crumbling as she started turning to putty in your hands.

Taking several deep breaths she straightened up regaining her previous serene dignity, though its effects weakened from her behavior and the thirsty smile on her lips she couldn’t wipe away. “It's Carus Ancilla, as your ways are that of mystery Haverty. It’s one of my duties to preserve it.”

Carus clearing her throat and swallowing her salivation. “However, there are several matters I’d like to discuss.”

You made an acknowledging hum for her to continue as your hands played across the farmer’s wife lean body, meeting token resistance when they strayed too close to her gushing sex as she warded your hands off with weak or muffled pleading to wait.

“First of all, how long will your stay in Mellovian be?” Carus leaned forward with such anticipation.

Grunting as you shove your hips up bouncing the farmer’s wife on your mammoth of a cock to a satisfying hiss of pleasure from the woman.

“A fair while, I might leave now and again for short visits elsewhere, returns wouldn’t be long even by a mortal’s sense of time.” You mentally told her, after all you did want to visit mom and Ashley, or pick up some goodies like chocolate or spices from the modern world, not to mention your stuff from your room.

Spreading her legs the farmer’s wife gave herself access to your cock, her hands slipping into your robe, then in confused fumbling with your sweat pants and underwear to wrap her rough hands around your naked shaft again that was sweet relief to the ceaseless teasing.

An answer that pleased Carus at her happy flutter of her wings and some interest in your foreplay with the woman. “What impossible self-restraint you possess, denying her like that is hot. And you’ve delay your gratification for so long.” She muttered in awe then shifted back to her question.

Conjuring a quill, book and ink well that levitated on their own Carus was ready for her next question. “Do you have any plans for your stay in Mellovian?”

Your hands strayed back down to the farmer’s wife inner-thigh caressing her flawless skin advancing to her core, she whimpered as they passed under the hem of her sheer ao dai. The translucent tunic added a thrill as you could track their advance and she could witness her embrace cheating as your fingers disappeared under the opaque section that was like a thick fog patch in her ethereal form to caress her wet lower-lips causing her to let out a keen wail of pleasure as you roughly played with nub of her clit.

“Outside the obvious?”

“Yes.” She said, her magic quill scribbling down notes. It was fun watching her swing between horny angel and authoritative secretary.

A rich torrent of concepts, ideas, adventures, exploration and of ‘simple’ lifestyles you could adopt to explore your world swirled like a storm in your mind. Yes, you could be an adventurer, but that was just the tip of what you could be or do.

You could imagine the thrill of becoming an owner of an inn or teahouse, speaking with adventurers or the common people, meeting, fucking and playing with them using their predisposition towards you to create or manipulate relationships.

Corrupting a daughter to lust after her father as the mother approves while riding your cock, or a newly wed couple to enjoy lending the wife out to you. Finding charming ladies to convince to become your waitresses and publicly fuck as you convince the customers its part of your establishments entertainment. Or take a traveling merchant meeting the common people and fucking their women.

Your ministrations grew as she began pumping your cock her hands a surging tide of pleasure along your length, down below your fingers honeypot surged into her passage that clenched around your fingers with crazy tightness as if sucking on your invading fingers.

Then the sensual pair of the Oni and Dark Elf surfaced from the ocean of your mind, if there’s an Inn or teahouse then there’ll be sexy adventurers. Sucking in a breath you could just imagine what fun you could have with the elf alone, late night visits or encounters in the inn’s baths. Or them trading you sexual favors to earn magic items from you with extra special effects on them.

Then your idea swelled, by just be the temporary home or outfitter? Become the middle-man connecting adventurers with clients according to their needs?

“Ideas for now, I’ll settle on some soon.” You push off the final choice for after you’ve you’ve learned about the world around you. The Farmer’s wife moves as she fishes your cock from your robes at the same time you’re hiking her ao dai so the top-side of your cock slaps on her leaking entrance that drooled on your prick with its molten hot lust.

“Not inside.” Her ethereal face begged with conflicting desire as pained by saying it and as if considering whether to recant those words as her thighs pressed together in a firm yoke of silk draped muscle around your cock. Bucking your hips your cock lunged through the shackle up her stomach painting a line of pre up her ao dai.

For a moment you both rested enjoying the physical sensation of your cock on her body, the thin material barely felt there as your cock rested on the wall of gentle warm body heat of her stomach.

“I see.” Nodding with a blushing face Carus’s quill dutifully notes that down, as she swallowed watching your foreplay with the farmer, adopting a serious look even has her hands ran over her thighs longingly.

“If I can help, ask and I shall do what I can to aid you in your pursuits. Leading to my most important question. I know where you are at any time, but it doesn’t do me any good if you’re not within your hallowed grounds. So many calamities have ravaged your Mellovian, what if something happens that you should know? Or if you need me for something… though heheh if you thanklessly used me that’d be nice.” Carus snapped from her fantasies she’d slipped into with a light cough.

“Ah-hem, I what I mean is that a way that I can contact you outside of your sacred lands is necessary.” She returned to her more serious demeanor.

Carus’s words were of passionate concern and held a very salient point. Bending the farmer’s wife forward you saw through her translucent body her cling to the towering pillar of your cock, surrounding it in the soft silky ao dai and her body heat as she humped her whole body on it, her sopping pussy coating your base and balls in her desire and your own leaking tip soaking her clothes in your pre.

Summoning your notebook you used the woman as a writing desk laying the notebook on her back as you readied to write down your idea to address the issue.

Carus’s quirked an eyebrow clearly knowing something was up, yet apparently ignorant of the notebook unknowing. “Haverty~ please don’t change reality at a whim. Your maid has enough trouble keeping Mellovian in order.” She sweetly toned an exasperated and resigned plea.

You just make a placating grunt as you write ‘Haverty’s Head Angel Carus Ancilla now possess an imperceptible and undetectable ability to mentally request which if I accept allows her to communicate with me anywhere. I also now possess the imperceptible and undetectable ability to freely communicate whenever I wish with her.’ punctuated you see Carus’s elfin ears expressively waggle in confusion.

“You did something didn’t you. I hope you didn’t make your maid’s work harder.” Carus grumbled good naturedly as she sighed when you felt her lodge a request then retract it discovering her new ability.

“Yup!” You cheerfully said as you heard the sliding door to the room open and you ended the conversation returning to reality and your aching balls.

The room and all its sensual setting snapped back around you as the priestess entered sniggering causing the Farmer’s wife to lock up like a deer in headlights while your cock pulses on her body. “Ah, don’t stop for me, embrace the wanton aspect of sex as Haverty embodies it and all other aspects. He does not judge any for faltering and falling to their desires. Embrace him and remain like that.” Daisuke sermonized placing a hand on the farmer’s wife shoulder keeping her on your lap.

Looking to the smiling cat-girl you see as her eyes travel to the statues and widen in curiosity and excitement expressed by her tail as well in its sway at the statues new pose smiling at you.

Kneeling in front of you, Daisuke opened up her top exposing her breasts to the air and with one arm pressed them together forming a valley between them, in her other hand was a bottle she poured it into the improvised cup of her tits filling it with the fragrant sweet and fruity wine.

Bowing her head Daisuke began her prayer. “Oh Haverty a wedded woman seeks the comfort the virile younger man. Doubt clouds her heart and mind keeping her from giving into her desires, she comes seeks your blessing to assuage to her beloved and herself of her act of lust. Grant these souls your approval to shed their doubts and worries with your protection from malicious or inadvertent dangers which would seek to stop or mar their tryst.”

Daisuke offered her spirit filled cleavage forward to both of you as you felt your divine power flow into the cat-girl and infuse into the drink contained by her tits.

“Drink and accept the annulment of your vows.”

Leaning forward with your cock pressed against her stomach and sex the farmer’s wife groaned as she drank the blessed liquor from the priestess’s tits that you sensed bestowed a protection and a marker upon her.

Withdrawing the farmer’s wife boldly shifted to mount you face to face your cock resting against her butt, lust and desire in her blue eyes and all over her face.

“Finally, I can do this without guilt!” She husked diving into voracious kiss you met with equal fervor, she rubbed her body on yours and slid her ass on your prick to the approving sounds of the priestess as she refills her cleavage with the liquor blessing it with a shortened prayer.

A chuckle bubbles from your throat as you taste the sweet bite of the sacrament spirit on her breath and lips until you both part raggedly breathing from the intense make out.

“Oh-hoho, isn’t this under-cutting my offer by paying me back like this.” You cheekily breath.

Wearing a lascivious smirk she kisses you on the lips again with her soft ones. “My husband can think of me as a miser, but he’s forgotten how generous I am when my heart races. Besides, he doesn't need to know.” She says rising off of you letting the priestess to offer her bosom to you to drink from.

Placing your hands on Daisuke’s waist bringing yourself closer while you dipped down to the clear sweet liquid cupped in her breasts. Your new length spans the short intimate space between your bodies poking your broad cockhead into the gap of her kimono smearing your pre on her abdomen.

Sipping the liquor it was as sweet as its fragrance that filled your nose, dry and its **** nipped at your tongue as you gave the priestess’s tits a lick tasting her and the drink.

Daisuke softly mewled and throatily giggle as she swatted your leg with her tail. “Naughty aren’t you.” She playfully purred in a whisper caressing your head as you pushed your face into her rack drinking every last drop.

Each mouthful you feel your divine power infuse your body with energy with a spike of vigor that makes your cock throb on the cat-girl’s skin and protections against minor mystical and physical inconveniences.

Giving Daisuke’s breasts one last lick you rose with a grin at the faint blush on the priestess face and lidded eyes smoldering with interest that her tail drew in circles on your leg. Her ruby-red eyes flicked over to regard the farmer’s wife for a moment a mischievous gleam in them.

Making a purr Daisuke unlatched her arm keeping her breasts together and let her two big perky twins free, and wrapped her fingers as far as she could around your thick shaft. “With his immense Haverty given gifts, I think another blessing is in order for tryst embracing the wanton aspect of our lord can help. As you’ll need to take every.” Daisuke’s hand glided over the taut skin of your cock in a breath stealing stroke.

“Last.” She reaching your base she twisted her hand around your girth before rocketing up.

“Inch.” The priestess fingers came to the ridge of your glans and circled the sensitive underside and shifted her body forward sliding your cock up her flat firm belly.

She flicked her wrist dismissing the farmer’s wife. “We’ll need to be alone for this.” Daisuke voice dripped with sultry desire, her tail swaying playfully.

Pulling her ao dai down covering herself. “Yes, your eminence.” The farmer’s wife said obeying the order shuffling out face rosy red as she cast a wishfully look at you before exiting and closing the door behind her.

With her gone Daisuke affectionately nuzzle her nose with yours, her cat ears happily relaxed while pumping your cock. You explored her body, her flawless smooth skin down to the swell of her ass you groped, your fingers almost sinking into that pliant flesh.

Throwing at look at Carus’s statue that was now looking on with excitement. The Head Angel’s attention was like an aphrodisiac to the cat-girl as her breath turned ragged, and she swallowed like her mouth had dried up. “I’ve never met anyone who must be so blessed by Haverty to captivate Carus’s attention.”

Squeezing your cock, she dragged it down her skin in a light heating friction until it was touching her soaked panties. “It’d be a dereliction of my duties not to attend to this.” She pushed and you let yourself fall back onto the soft mats of the room, hand underneath your head with a smirk as your towering cock stood in proud defiance of gravity.

“You’d hit the spot quite nicely.” You invited the priestess.

The small woman crawled running two slim fingers along the center of your shaft, her light touch was like striking a match as pushing it down between your bodies allowing her to slink over you, reaching your tip her fingers slid off letting your cock spring up wet slapping your heavy broad cockhead on her abdomen splattering your precum on her body. She groaned in delight wiggling her body at the heat of your fluids on her.

Sucking in a breath of relief. “Gonna be nice to get some relief from the hours and hours of teasing leaving me rock-hard.”

Tilting her head in cute curiosity at your words. “How long have you been aching like this?” She asked.

“Eh, on and off for a few hours.”

Daisuke made a cat-like sound of surprise and she blinked thrown off at that admission. “Then it's more important! How could anyone go around this aroused and not relieve themselves!” She exclaimed with distress, her ears and tail twitching in alarm.

She swiftly crouch having to raise her body to mount your cock, tugging her darkened from her liquid desire aside it drooled onto your cock in drizzling lines of boiling need. Daisuke mewled when your tip kissed her sodden fold, the size of your mushroom cockhead touching her small slit looked like it wouldn’t fit.

Moaning with exertion Daisuke putting her weight behind lowering herself onto you her slit stretched with a seductive slowness as your cock was enveloped in her hot core accepting in ignorance her gods fat prick, something told you she or any woman no matter their size could take your massive cock or any massive cock in this world.

You felt her channeling your divine power that flowed over you, your instinct telling you it was a lubricating blessing making it trivial for you to fit and fuck any woman that’d last for the day. Demonstrated by Daisuke inching advance to a sudden drop as she sheathed your whole cock to the root in her molten sex filling her completely as her velvety walls hugged your cock in spine tingling pleasure.

Both of you cried out at the burst of mind numbing pleasure, Daisuke pitching forward planting her splayed hands on your robed chest to support herself, her expression of pure euphoria echoed by her relaxed ears and straight quivering tail.

Grunting you bucked your hips lifting the short woman in the air getting an ecstatic squeal from the priestess.

The cat-girl whimpered with glee as she lifted her body, your point of connection as it was exposed was a mess of her sexual fluids in countless strings of her arousal threading the growing gap between your bodies as they snapped.

Making it several inches up she dropped down impaling herself, your cock sliding up into her with the ease of sliding across ice to fill her narrow passage. Her descent ended with a loud wet slapping of flesh of your hips meeting causing her to yowl in pitched ecstasy.

She handled all the movement as she rode you in a delirious haze of lust stuffing herself with your cock. Her tits bounced in wildly from her **** motions that struck at your need, your hold rapidly slipped from your grasp as the frayed strand of a nearly half a day’s teasing broke.

Daisuke’s back arched as the touch of your seed inside her pussy was like a trigger setting off her orgasm. She shrieked in bliss as her body shivered on top of your as your balls emptied load after load filling her womb and pussy with the warm sticky substance of your seed, enough that it leaked from around your cock making a total mess of your crotch and hers.

Slumping onto your chest Daisuke’s ears happily flicked against it and her tail submissively curled around your leg she sighed in fulfillment as your softening cock remained inside her. “Warm, your cum feels so warm and good inside~” She rubbed her cheek on you making a cat-like happy burbling.

“I’ve never felt cum that was so perfect, as if it belongs inside me or any woman.” Daisuke cutely yawned. “Truly Haverty has blessed you with such a penis and high-quality seed. Let me clean you up so you can stuff that woman with your gift.”

She slowly extracted your cock in a lengthy process from its length even soft, her clean up was a tongue bath of your cock, balls and abdomen. Her tongue even was cat-like as it was a pleasing coarseness to it as it wiggled and lapped at your skin to clean off every last drop of cum.

Breathing out you couldn’t wait for tonight, maybe skip the tour for today and get to the 'payment'.