Some roleplay with worshipping Bria's cock.

"That's a pretty little figurine you got on the table. I saw you praying to her. What did you pray exactly for while showing off how provocative you can be?"

Hazel was thrown off by the question. It was accepted that one's prayers were between one's self and their matron. This whole setup was just for show for Bria, not something to be looked into.

"That...that's not..."

"Robes raised above your butt, isn't something a devout does while in prayer. Were you praying that I would wedge my hung cock between your petite butt, praying and begging for every inch before filling you with my seed?" Bria leans over on the table and guides a gentle finger over the front of womanly figurine. She didn't need to look back to hear the sharp breaths Hazel was taking meant Bria was pretty close to guessing correctly.

"You shouldn't be ashamed to admit it," Bria stood and walked up to the red-faced Hazel. "Today, I am more than another person with a tool for your pleasure. I am your prayer come true."

Hazel's eyes lit up with excitement.

"I think I got the perfect little way we will have our fun." Bria pulled away and sat on the couch, her legs spread apart for Hazel to glimpse every part of the futa. Bria pointed down in front of her. "Kneel."

Hazel did so, watching Bria with excitement for her next command. Why she was so excited, she didn't know. But something was stirring in her, and she felt joy to see Bria look down upon her with glee, and she didn't want to disturb this image of her. Hazel was face to face with this pungent tool, the scent of which Hazel found interesting. Sweaty, yet warming. She was not familair with its anatomy, looking at the two soft balls of flesh hanging below.

"Have you ever seen a cock in real life?" Bria asked.

Hazel shook her head no. "Our dildo had more details. It sort of looks like it."

"Take a good look at it. This is more than just a toy. This is something to be cherished. Something cared for. Monica did her due diligence, and if you want your wish come true, then you will learn thst fact like she did."

Hazel nodded vigorously.

"First, place your hand around it, feel it."

Hazel's fingers wrapped around her cock. It had the shape of the dildo, with the details and hardness, but it was warm. It's veins pulsed, and even twitched - the action spooked Hazel sometimes. It was sticky with sweat and its size put an impression that made her resent her own toy.

'I won't need that old thing if I can mastet this,' Hazel thought excitedly.

She spent some time gliding her hand around it, seeing how her touches were making Bria feel.

"Take a whiff. How does it smell?"

Hazel took a deep breath. There was a musky scent, in addition to a feminine aroma. Hazel was aware that Bria's pussy was down below, but something in this tangle of fragrance made her think there was a hint of Monica in there. Then she remembered she slept with her friend just a day earlier.

"Would you like a taste?" Bria asked.

Hazel did not bother answering. Her tongue stuck out, and was about to press it against Bria, when the futa stopped her.

"Eager, but I asked a question."

Hazel nodded. "I do."

Bria allowed her to continue. Hazel pressed the tip of her tongue against Bria's cock, and slowly glided against it.

The part that truly excited the priestess was knowing that she was tasting an actual cock, and not a toy, and taking pleasure in the knowledge that she was lapping up what might have been Monica's cum.

Hazel was feeling pride in her decision to invite this stranger. She looked up to see Bria relaxing, still looking down at the priestess. 'Good.' She thought. 'I want her to see me. I want her to watch how good I am, maybe even better than Monica.'

Was Hazel really wanting to impress this stranger that badly? She felt compelled to do everything in her power to please her, and, by extension, make sure every action she performed on this cock was perfect.

"Now," Bria snapped Hazel awake. "I want to hear the little prayer you said before I came in."

"You...want me to repeat my prayer...?" Hazel asked, her cheeks gone red.

"Yes. Except, say it while you service me," Bria flexed her cock.

It was embarassing, again, for the simple fact that prayers were largely regarded as a sacred word between priestess and matron. But maybe...just maybe...Hazel thought that her prayer was coming to pass and this person from outside origins did come as the very emissary to their Goddess. Therefore, in this moment in time, it would be repeating the prayer back to the chosen one from whom the Goddess had sent...at least that's what Hazel convinced herself.

"Very well," Hazel said, closing her eyes while her hands and tongue continued scanning every inch, pausing only to speak.

"Oh Goddess, I pray to thee to hear my plead... my life, in body and spirit, has pledged itself to thy grace,...devout and devoted in mind and soul... to duty of the convent and scriptures... and now, I seek your blessing... I..."

Hazel's breath became shaky. Her tongue play grew more aggressive, and both her hands wrapped around Bria's cock as if in a sort of half-prayer.

"I-I ask for the blessing of...of a child... the blessing of motherhood... and, of course, the blessing of pleasure... let me feel the moment... with this stranger and grant me... me heavenly bliss... and in thy name... I will honor you."

Hazel checks Bria, to see her still smiling, and the priestess blushes with some embarassment but a smile of her own crosses her face. She was happy to confess what she requested. In her hands, the futa's stiffness seems to have gotten bigger, and Hazel felt more intimate with this thing she cared for.

"That was hot," Bria winked. "Let me first bless you by marking your body with my seed."

Hazel sat and watched as Bria took her own cock in her hand and masturbated. Hazel was entranced by the motion, wishing it was her assisting the futa with this work. Bria then stood up, ordered her to open her mouth. Hazel felt something hot and sticky fall onto her tongue. The taste was nothing like she could have imagined. She tried desperately to swallow what she could, but felt a tinge of regret for letting so much spill all over her body.

"Wasn't this supposed to go inside of me?" Hazel asked.

"Soon. I got plenty more," Bria massaged her balls, which Hazel could see became bulkier. "This is where my seed is stored, and don't worry, there is plenty more here. What I want to see now is you taking all that cum, rub it all over your breasts, then gently massage my cock with those beauties."

Hazel found the action of obeying mesmerizing, and it was driving her crazy. She struggled with her smaller than average breasts, but when she saw the white liquid sprouting up and splash into her face, she felt joy at the fact she succeeded in pleasing her. But then Bria told her to lay, close her legs together. She was ecstatic, thinking she was going to get she wanted, but Bria instead rubbed her cock between her legs until she came again into her stomach.

It was just now dawning on Hazel that this was the futa's way of things. She had made Hazel more and more **** with as many crazy actions, while making her be the one to beg Bria to finally give her what she wants. But the futa would not stop. That said, everytime she made Bria cum, Hazel felt more energized to prove herself even more. After making the monument erupt between her breasts, then her legs, then her feet, then succeeding to perform fallatio and swallowing every drop without splling anything, she was covered in Bria's spunk from breasts to toes. She loved it, basking in it, feeling every drop on her as of it was a lotion for her. Above all, she still was eager to show her willingness to Bria for more.

What stunned Hazel, like so many of Bria's previous flings, was the quantity of it all. So much cum, and so much more was still coming out. 'How is this possible?' Hazel thought.

Bria knew that look all too well.

After stalling for long enough, Bria finally gave the order that made Hazel's eyes twinkle.

"Bend over that table, spread your legs. I will finally give you what you want."

She did so without hesitation. The image of Bria's cock burned into her mind. It was all she could think with all that stench emitting from her cum.

Hazel spread her legs, and used a hand to spread her butt apart.

"Keep your hands together," Bria ordered. "I want you in prayer again, telling your Goddess what is happening, and what you want."

Hazel obediently does as told. She crosses her fingers together, sees the figurine before her, then shuts her eyes, all the while, Bria spreads Hazel's petite butt, and rubs her cock against her clit.

"Ah...you said you were..."

"Start praying," Bria cut her sentence.

Hazel begins her prayer, though her voice stuttered as Bria played with her. "To our holy matron,... I am eternally grateful for answering my prayer... Watch us, holy matron,... as she, your very emissary, will bring to us pleasure and, through this unity... ugh... through this unity, give bounty... ugh... ugh..."

Bria plunged her cock into the tight priestess. Hazel struggled, moaning as every inch spread her pussy wider.

"'Dildoes bigger than mine?' You sure are tight for someone who thought they could handle me," Bria teased. "Your tight snatch is perfect. It's like you were made to take my slab of girl meat inside that holy pussy."

Hazel's voice trailed as Bria slammed into her.

"Continue praying."

Hazel obeyed, though concentrating was difficult. "Goddess... oh Goddess, she is big. She is big. She feels so good. Uh... uh...uh... fuck. Thank you, thank you...for sending to me... uh... uh... I can't think. I'm falling in love with her cock...uh...uh...fuck... please... use my pussy whenever you want... I will raise your child..."

"Child?" Bria did not give Hazel pause. "I would think a priestess of the Goddess of fertility would show her devotion by asking for more than one child?"

"Yes. Yes! I swear....I will raise as many children...uh...as you desire...I swear... I swear... I will worship this cock... I give my body to the outsider...to you... Uh... Let her use me,... she will plant her seeds into my... my fertile womb. Knock me up! Knock me up! Knock me UP! AHHH!"

With one final thrust, Bria plunged her cock into the priestess, and unloads her seed into the defenseless maiden. The waves of cum **** Hazel to the edge, and her body tightens, the walls of her pussy contracting and sucking Bria's cock for each drop of her new prophet.

Bria pulled back. An extra twitch caused one more salvo of cum to fire up and land on the figurine. Something about the white, droopy liquid on her matron gave Hazel the impression the Goddess looked down on her with satisfaction. Hazel **** her head back to see Bria's still hard cock. She marveled at it, cannot get enough of the sight of it.

"Doesn't it go soft..." she breathed.

"Most, but not a futa's," Bria relaxed back into the couch. She noticed, lately, her libido has been spiking. Something has been pushing her tool to work like crazy. Even now, the idea of putting more baby batter inside the priestess was tempting. "I have done some night for hours sometimes with multiple girls..."

Hazel rocked her body over to Bria, throwing herself onto her hands and knees, then pushing mouth right over the tip. "Allow me to do everything I can to please you. I am your humble servant."

'She is still roleplaying, right?' Thought Bria.

But Hazel would not stop herself from doing anything she thought her seemingly new prophet would want: an extra pillow, a dance, foot massage. Anything, if it meant satisfying that mystifying plaything that captured her heart and feeling it stretch her out again.

Bria told her to stop, and she, thankfully would do so, but she continued to plead.

"Please," Hazel pleaded, looking up to her cock on hands and knees. "My body wants it. I feel as though my pussy wants you so badly. Just the idea that you have more cum that could be filling me up right this second is making me wet."

"How about you stop my cum from leaking out of your pussy and you wouldn't need to beg for more?" Bria meant to say that as a passing statement, not an order, but off Hazel went. She returned, sitting on the table, and spreading her legs. A piece of tape, almost like a bandage, was covering her entrance. Bria saw the tape darkening from the fluids trying to escape.

Hazel rubs her hand around her stomach. "I feel it inside me, all of your essence. Perhaps, I can offer my lips again? Or maybe my ass? Anything to satisfy you."

Bria rolled her eyes. 'Ok, just a little more, but then back to work...'