Dipping a toe in the culture.

The ox-cart ride was certainly enjoyable visually as you had your seat between the two asian beauties, their see-through clothes were surprisingly resistant accidental exposures. You’d have expected jostling of the harsh rattling of the ox-cart from the state of the roads disrepair more than the single nip-slip.

That had happened when the daughter adjusted her ao dai that pleasingly clung to her from her sweating, she’d tugged on the chest clinging absentmindedly pulling it down leading to the two headlights escaping the opaque region of the tunic as she fanned herself, the dark olive of her areola’s contrasting starkly from behind the white of her ao dai.

You admired sight treasuring the view for a minute from the corner of your eye, until you came on an idea.

“Ah miss-” You spoke up, reaching out cup her ‘exposed’ breast, rolling her stiff nipple between your fingers and circling your fingertip over the smooth silky material. “Your showing off a bit.”

Blinking she looked down to see her exposed nipples, unbothered by your intrusive hand flicking her. “Oops heheh, and I’m just a farm girl accidentally flashing the world. No noble miss.” She looked abashed at your choice.

“Here let me cover up, then you can touch away!” She casually laughed it off a little embarrassed and cheeks dusted with arousal as she worked her nipples back into their opaque coverings of her tunic, then allowed you to continue feeling up her rack.

“Thanks stranger.” She genuinely thanked you, unoffend even appreciative at you seeing her breasts and remarking about her exposure. Her mother and father didn’t remark on her wardrobe malfunction apart from a little thankful nod from her father.

Rather they were killing time when the mother wasn’t watching the surrounding like a hawk occasionally groping each others bodies, the mother hand resting on the farmers groin slowly circling the small bulge, acts he returned when he could grab her tits and ass.

Yet, this loving couple didn’t complain when you pulled yourself against the mother, getting your arms around her to cup both her breasts. Heck, she seemed more into your touch as she leaned back into you as her husband good humoredly joined in caressing her inner-thigh up under her ao dai, catching the stern raven haired woman between both of you.

“You’re a frisky man for a stranger, but you’re ah alright fella being so generous. And a little fun makes the ride go all the quicker.” He hooted as his skimmed under his wife’s skirt.

“Don’t you go too far with ‘er without one o’ Haverty’s number to give ya his blessing. I’ve only got the old crow and I wouldn’t want any other.” He mirthfully chuckled as his wife rubbed both of our cocks through our pants.

Moaning as you rubbed her modest handfuls of her rack, she blushed. “I wouldn’t mind if Haverty blessing of annulled vows were upon us. Your load was virile and the taste-” Her tongue unconsciously pressed into her cheek as if to search for the last hint of its taste.

“Was satisfying.” She admitted, then sighing as her husband turned his attention back to the road leaving you to molesting his wife who dutifully persisted in her fondling of both your cocks.

Huh, as you enjoyed listening to how her breath hitched as you squeezed her tits, you were struck again by wonder and curiosity at how much you had to explore here if there was a difference like this. You didn’t even know what a blessing he was talking about, it left you burning with curiosity(And lust) to learn about it.

You didn’t need to ask as he must have seen your look of curiosity and he had a reminiscent look peering into the distance ahead.

“Hahaha, ya don’t seem like a country lad, might be hard to understand. So ya might be think’in we’re strange folk for being so concerned bout sleepin’ bout that much. But, when ya only ever got yer two if yer lucky or just the one wife like me and for yer whole life sleeping with just them cept’ maybe during a festival, it makes ya truly treasure what the gods have given ya and unless ya know ‘em as a right true friend or Haverty blesses it. It just don't feel right to me to sleep with another woman to me without knowing Haverty approval of me chasing after another lass.”

His wife stern natural expression softened, even as you were massaging her breasts, and her hand ran up and down the outline of your cock in your robes. She leaned over placing a loving kiss on his cheek softly smiling at him.

“As with me, to think of sleeping with another man without Haverty’s blessing of annulment is discomforting, he’d have to work for me to consider him.”

Her words gave an in, you couldn’t help but poke as you clutched your bodies together and whispered into her ear. “What about me? Fucking your mouth and pussy without your husbands or Haverty’s blessing.”

She didn’t answer verbally as she straightened up as her face didn’t betray anything, choosing to express it by giving your cock a very interested squeeze and changing her stroking to a slower sensual pace giving every impression of ‘I’d be interested.’ from her that stroked your desire.

You followed by a question you voiced aloud. “What about if she slept with another woman?”

The farmer barked a laugh out. “Aye, that’s just womenfolk being women. Sure the lasses might go too far sometimes. But, Womenfolk crave and need eachothers touch to know and trust one another, so ya can help but shake yer head at them when they do. I would rather ‘ave my girl and wife be filling my ears with their moaning than hearin them fighting.”

“Like there’s much else to do at home.” The daughter threw in a very tantalizing tid-bit.

Pinching the mothers nipples to a throaty sexual moan as she showing her heightened interest in your touch. “What do you when there’s nothing to do?” You directed the question to the daughter.

Turning to look at the daughter, she propped her head on her hand looking bored and a little jealous? At your attention directed towards her mother. “Mrph, well I’d make out with mom or we’d finger each other during these rides on the safer and empty stretches of road. At home I like to rub our womanhoods together. Not enough single men in the village you know, only vegetarian affairs left with the other girls back home.” She said then groused.

“And it’ll take foooorever with how far it is to the village to earn enough favors to barter for even the chance to suck a dick.” Throwing her head back she grunted in frustration, sighing as she came down from her frustration she starting eyeing you with restless hands.

Perhaps, the horny village girl who’d work for cock was remembering your thick cock, her first real manhood she'd handled that had been throbbing in her hands not too long ago.

All these steamy details were amazing, and it reminded you that you were in a land you knew nothing about anything here. That seed sprouted into an idea for fun and information, a seed healthily water by your heady arousal.

“I’ve never been to this city before, and your wife seems familiar with Khangu. You’ll be busy with your goods even with your daughters help. How about she acts as my guide, I’ll give you something for her time with me say three coppers, then I’ll fuck and cum inside your wife after we receive Haverty’s blessing, the room will be on me too, and you can watch to make sure I don’t cheat you on the cum. What do you say?” You offered, your prick throbbing in the farmer’s wife hand.

He was astonished by the offer broadly grinning, then turned looking sheepish as I could feel the look his wife while I was groping was giving him. “Just two coppers but, my daughter gets to taste your cock too.”

“Deal.” You both shake on it, all while your other hand is getting a handful of his wife’s tits and her hand on your prick was jerking you off as it was hidden between your bodies.

Behind you there was a giddy cheer from the daughter who hugged the both you and her mother. “You’re the best mom!”

Yanking the reigns of the ox in with cheer. “My ol’crow must really like ya to be so soft, can’t say I ain’t coming around to ya either as a friend.”

The mother tutted at her husband. “Hardly, who else is going to keep you from selling the farm out from under us.” They went on bickering as any typical married couple does.

Their sudden shift from porny talk to being like any normal people almost made you laugh at how natural they felt.

Leaning back you let go of the wife unashamedly sitting with your bulge in your robes as you basked in the absurdity and easy going nature of it all. Jostling from the state of the road you affirmed you approved of the clothes, their clothes were sexy and left enough to let your imagination go wild for what little was concealed.

The ‘deals’ you could cut were amazingly, you could tell the massive extra oomph towards you in the predispositions was pulling it weight. Not to mention, if the sex wasn’t enough the culture it came with was a heck of a interest dressing it came with.

Boy though, it was a kick!

“Hah~” The daughter boredly sighed kicking her legs as the country-side steadily rolled past her sword rattling as it knocked on the cart sparking your curiosity.

“If you don’t mind, I noticed both the women have swords but you don’t, and I was wondering about it.”

“Ah, I ain’t much of a fighter might ‘ave run around with sticks as any lad. But, never took to it like my wife.”

Showing pride at those words, the wife drew herself up. “Of course, fighting has always been more a womans work than a man’s. I remember my years soldiering fondly.”

The daughter perked up excited as she joined in. “Yeah! Mom stories are the best! I want to be just like her fighting barbaric orcs to save the villagers they kidnapped, seeing the empire and hot steamy nights with the girls in the barracks.” She suddenly stopped and leaned peering forwards with an excited noise.

Following her gaze you found the travelers you’d spotted far down the road at the finale of your handjob had become distinct figures as they headed away from the city.

They cut a mottley cast of characters, at their front a crimson skinned woman long silver hair past her hips and with a single sharp horn jutting from her forehead and from underneath her straw hat, her muscular figure standing at easily eight feet tall.

Her clothes didn’t disappoint as her sizable chest had only a chain of fist-sized beads, each bearing a vivid depiction of a different explicit male-dom sexual act that covered her nipples leaving generous tracts of her breasts exposed and a crotchless set of ragged pants displaying her fundoshi to the world.

She wore a easy-going smile while almost gliding over the broken road with a magnetic sexual attraction to her movements while carrying a pack that could supply the whole party, beyond the physical she radiated an aura of sexual arousal in her every motion that flowed over you and the other riders of the cart.

A strong start cock aching pattern that her female party members continued, as your eyes skipped over the deer antlered and eared male taoist priest, with his effeminate looks you’d be forgiven for thinking him a girl. Who flushed face was scrunched in concentration as he seemed to be attempting to recite mantras, but faltered revealing his desire as moving forward he cupped the Oni’s ass.

“Haaahhh, what wonders Haverty blesses us with.” He contently said.

He got a crude snort from the Oni. “Shouldn’t you monks be praising the the four principled immortals of beauty? Not Haverty?”

His deer ears fluttered and cheeks reddened in embarrassment and offence. “Wu Wei does not preclude me from giving praise to Haverty. And ever since the imperial edict Beastfolk are explicitly allowed to continue our worship of Haverty within the orders of So My.” He made his flustered legalistically argument only to be met with the redoubling of the Oni’s laughter furthering his embarrassment at his fruitless defense as he grumblingly return to feeling up her ass and bliss.

Third party member wore a vaguely disappointed look was a voluminous Dark elf in her impossible clothes that just seemed to stick in place on her body, her straight back posture held an air majesty and nobility. Her disappointed expression slid off her face replaced by pure boredom with her hands placed on her hips on her high legged panties.

One of her long ears twitched causing her ear-rings to chime at the creaking of the ox-cart which it just turning to grace it with her attention being a herculean effort, her golden eyes passing over the occupants disregarding the women to appraisingly lingered on the farmer approvingly then moving onto me sparked a sultry smile.

“Izuna take that walking deer ahead, I’ll catch up as there a cute human in need of more refined company~” She airly said as she seductively began to strut forward in her… high heels(How did she get those in a fantasy world? You had to wonder.) from her place at the back, her large tits bouncing at her purposeful steps.

Only for the chiseled muscular arm of the Oni to pluck her off the ground and place the dark elf on her shoulder with bellowing with laughter when the dark elf childishly pouted.

“Ey cheer up, they’re headed to the city and my master taught me work before leisure. If we finish our job quickly we can be back in Khangu to walk the path of righteous temptation of the gaze.”

Tsking she continued pouting. “I’d have thought a follower of The Beast would appreciate spontaneity.” Knowing she had lost the dark elf posed on her perch. Stretching she thrust out her chest emphasising her sizable rack towards you as she sensually tossed her hair to give you a good look of her highborn face.

“I don’t follow The Beast anymore, my master rightfully beat me with her strength and taught me the temples ways.” The Oni corrected the elf in good humor in a rather familiar.

“Soooo coool! Adventurers are just sooo cool! That was an elf right mom!” The daughter squealed in delight watching the adventurers pass as the city loomed closer.

Breathing to steady her voice the mother did cautiously nod. “They are, but they are a breed apart from most people.” She admitted with admiration. “And yes, a dark elf. Her skin is too dark to be one of the high-elves or wood elves.”

Watching them go, you saw the dark elf blow you a kiss and saucy wink wearing a flirtatious smirk before turning to perch regally on her party members shoulders.

That was fun, but the road quickly became too populated to coax either woman into anything beyond groping.

At least it gave you time to grope the daughter who was plenty eager to have a man's touch.

Khangu was deserving of the title of city as the closer you got the larger it loomed on the land with its tall walls and the urban sprawl of the countless buildings and shanty town outside walls. And the city hugged the massive river that it grew from, which countless boats and junks of every size entered or exited.

Entering the city was an uneventful affair as two of the handful of guards who while over half were women, they just to your very mild disappointment wore normal armor inspected the ox-cart. But, then you could see all the merchants and women around the gate in their sexualized clothes.

Their overly serious sergeant in her more fetching outfit milled about the throng of those entering the city held its own appeal in her tight pants that when she had to bend over to ensure another cart wasn’t smuggling anything had a small wet stain and showing a lack of any outline of underwear solidifying that outfit appeal even from its lack of bawdy immodesty.

That wasn’t even going into the merchant who casually caressed her wet spot with two fingers explaining what he had as she inspected his cart before she motioned him through.

While guards were chatting with the farmer the sergeant approached you.

“What’s your business? You’re clearly not a farmer.” She gruffly questioned, flatly staring at you with her arms crossed under her chest lifting them unintentionally.

“Scholar, among other things, exploring the world and the depths women such as yourself.” You unashamedly used that disgrace of a line straight-face to flirt, earning an amused snort from her and roll of her red eyes.

It must have hit the mark as looking at you she had a small grin as she rubbed her neck. “Alright, smartass.” She said without any heat to her words.

“How come your riding with farmers? You don’t look like you’d last traveling, hot stuff or not.” She asked returning your flirting while cocking her head towards the cart her were soldiers taking their time looking through the sacks of rice for the toll causing her red twin-tails to follow the action.

You give her an unconcerned shrug. “I wanted the entertainment of his wife or daughter bodies to give my idle hands something to do… And I didn’t want to walk from where my last ride dropped me off.” You state.

Lifting her eyebrows she whistled impressed. “You’re a bold one admitting your eyeing a country bumpkins wife like that, their protective you know. Got slapped by ones wife for jerking off her husband without her approval, mean bitch.”

Stroking her chin she grinned. “I can’t help but notice your hands are pretty idle right now, and gate duty’s a bore.” She said rolling one of shoulders and throwing at look at the cart as she twirled a lock of hair with a finger.

“Besides those lazy girls always take their time.” She invitingly offered by turning around with her butt thrust out and hands on her knees and looking over her shoulder at you smirking.

Hardly being one to turn it down you took up position behind her taking hold of her you slowly beat your hips on her athletic petite butt, pleasure came in bursts of pressure on your improved pulsing slab of meat that was like paddling her from its girth.

Raspily she moaned curving her back feeling your cock against her electrified her spine in pleasure. The Sergeant look back with a smoldering lusty look. “Gods that’s a tree trunk, haaaahh.” She groaned, her voice losing her edge completely as she passionately circled her hips grinding her butt on your shaft in wanton desire.

“J-just so you know, it was nothing against ya. But I gotta ask those questions for strangers you know? Even if I wanna just wave you through.” She cooed out between her ragged from lust breaths as you both grinded on each other in public, garnering nothing more than casual glaces from onlookers, some joking among the soldiers and some flush faces.

Soon your ‘bump and grind’ ended to both your relief that you wouldn’t have to blow a load in your robes and dismay that you couldn’t fuck her right there.

The sergeant kindly ‘recommend’ you a tea-house she frequented and telling you to let the owner know she’d sent you to get a discount on a room before hauling you into a passionate kiss. Which sparked barks of amused surprised laughter and cheers from some onlookers then she waved you and the cart through beaming.

At the edge of earshot you hear the sergeant cry out. “The Sarge’s getting lucky this week!” To crude laughter of her soldiers.

Within the walls you got to truly see the city as the cart trundled down the streets, they were packed with humans, svelte halflings, beautiful green short stack goblins and to your delight beastfolk as cat girls and dog girls to name a few types and races you witnessed all walking alongside or talking to each other.

Not an elf in sight, you guess their rare in this city. Oh well you shrugged it off, turning your hungry eyes to the clothes women were wearing.

Popular among commoner women was the sheer ao dai that covered the breasts and crotch like your present company on the cart. It came in many styles, the tunnic being longer, shorter to a mini or micro-skirt length or tapering to a long thin pelvic curtain that dangled between their legs.

Richer women possessed colorful ones or qipao, often chestless or crotchless revealing expensive lacy bras and underwear demonstrating their wealth as they were surrounded by servants in coordinated clothed servants in their entourages. Sexy, showy and inventive was their theme.

Poorer women were dressed sexily down, a good number in dress in a style japanese yamakasa parade outfits you’d see. But, a common theme was for working women was dressed in little, but made it count. As you could tell from the amount of men and women dry humping or groping each other and among them several couples slinking off to the alleyways or into buildings.

To no surprise teenagers were the easily the friskiest and inventive as one guy had a teen girl on her knees as he dry humped her face to her delight as he buried her face in his crotch in their public miming of a blowjob.

Girls didn’t need to be as clever as seated on a barrel a cow beastfolk woman with a matronly pair of tits pulled out of her dress were both occupied teen girls sucking on them with hands that kneaded the tits and one of their hands disappeared up the cow-beastfolk’s mini-skirt, making their victim howl in carnal delight, the scene barely out of sight that elicited little more than shakes of the head.

Passing by you could peer into them and typically they were empty, but several times you caught the silhouettes of figures male and female most commonly masturbating alone or to another figure in the alleyway, with pairs of figures rutting or women eating out another woman with her hands up against the wall rarer.

In one case two orcs were showing off their uncivilized nature as the young male orc slapped his green pillar of a cock on the bored female orc’s exposed bare ass cheeks in her loin-cloth and her cloth tube-top, he beat it on her ass like a drumstick making a flesh slapping beat and even going so far as to hotdog it between the two round cushion and pumping it shamelessly to civilized race onlookers displeasure though they simply moved on as he left trails of his precum glistening on the woman's ass.

Going through the market one conversation caught your attention as the cart was stuck waiting for a traffic jam to figure itself out.

Through the noise pollution of the crowd a harsh feminine voice. “Tabitha, tell that blacksmith I want that axe there.” Its owner you spy to be an half-orc. You couldn’t make out much more of her. Well, you could make out plenty of her grey skin amazonian figure from her glorious barbarian fur bikini.

Standing with her and her cat ears flickering in irritation spoke with a soft, yet authoritative voice. Your eyes were drawn to her neck where she wore a gorget that looked like a dog collar, complete with D-ring for a leash. “Maybe you could him that, you spawn of raider filth?” She frustratedly ground out motioning towards the bewildered and terrified ox of a man who looked at the half-orc in concern.

“Has he told you the price yet?” The half-orc sternly asked causing the cat-girl to throw her hands up in the air with a gurgled angry sound.

“Fine! How much for the axe!” She furiously demanded in her exasperation.

“Haha.” The smith nervously laughed hands in the air. “J-just twelve bronze coins for her.”

“Robbery! Fifteen bronze coins and no less!” The cat girl roared at him pounding her fist on his stall.

That was the last you hear as the jammed was undone letting the cart through, not long after you and the mother hopped off the cart near the tea-house which you got your discounted room for your activities tonight.

Then let the mother guided you to red light district where apparently your/Haverty’s temple stood.

She lead you holding your hand blushing you walked together hand in hand. The temple was a modest compound that stood as marking the boundary of the red light district as it split the road into two that would lead you into the depths of the red light district.

It was a mixed of Chinese and Vietnamese influence with its steep pagoda roofs of its walls and buildings, passing through the gate you entered a well kempt grass courtyard with and a towering main temple on its raised foundation that looked more like a house at the far end which several women in skimpy armor stood spread at regular intervals on the ascending steps guarding it.

To the sides were wings built by the compounds walls that steady streams of visitors of all races were entering or exiting. Priestesses were busy at their doors speaking to the visitors and guiding them into the large wings or performing blessing to groups of worshipers in the courtyard. The majority were beastfolk of all kinds, you think you saw a centaur, but another class of visitor was prostitutes, courtesans and entertainers in their sensual attire made odd companions to couples and trios that were clearly prospective parents, some were consulting the scandalously dress women as they waited.

Within the center of the courtyard was a ten foot statue of an indistinct robed figure arms welcoming entrants to the temple, at the foot of the statue was another statue.

It was a gorgeous a wing angelic elfin woman resting on your statues pedestal, her head laid on her arms was at the foot of yours, her statues key was made from silver and ruby cut into the shape of a rose necklace hung on her stone bosom, her eyes closed in content restful peace.

Didn’t take a rocket scientist to assume that she was your Head Angel.

The moment you crossed the threshold you felt a presence and all its emotions. The concern, happy bliss and frantic excitement glomping onto your mind like an overly excited American Mastiff plowing into its owner stepping in the door and smothering them.

Knocking you off balance making you stumble and for a split second you think the angel statues eyes opened as two hued gemstones adoring stared into your very being, then they were closed again when you blinked making you unsure if I'd actually happened. Your mind and soul proving surprisingly resilient bearing the immense weight or speaking to the care the presence had taken as neither buckled or bent, maybe even taking it in stride you could say.

“Are you ok?” The farmer's wife asked, truly distressed as she caught you.

“Fine.” You wave it off as the presence jerked back in panicked profuse apologies and worry hurrying off and quickly returned to fretting over you until you steadied yourself. Where it very slowly returned to a disbelieving tender infatuated embrace, cradling your soul that the sense of its fatigued exasperation flowed into you as it drew reassurance energizing it from you.

Didn’t take a genius to figure out who said presence was either.

A brightly smiling cat-girl five foot tall priestess wearing a cat-like curious expression as she flounced up jiggling her breasts, and her jiggling her bells that softly chiming as she leaned forward, her tail erect in greeting turning to twitching and wagging. “Welcome to the holy grounds of Haverty!” She cocked her head at you and the farmer's wife adopting a cat-like smile her red eyes searching you in bemusement.

Clapping her hands together she glowed with her mischievous smile. “You two seem to be in need of our temples services, which of Haverty’s many blessing will you need for the fun~, we offer private worship rooms if you can’t wait or want to dedicate your act of sex to him!” She proudly exclaimed suggestively wiggling her eyebrows.

Clearing her throat. “The rite of annulment.” The farmer’s wife requested, her features scarlet.

“Hrmmm?” The priestess hummed coyly looking you up and down her cute nose sniffing you. Invading your personal space wrapping her one arm around your neck and guiding your hand to her soft pliant rump. She rubbed her cheek on your robe purring as she thrust her leg between yours pressing her thigh on your rehardened cock demanding that it be allowed to have its release.

“You smell warm. I’m Daisuke, Negi of Haverty by the way stranger.” She huskily whispered, twinging a bit of trivia as you recognized the title to mean she was simply a low level priest, meaning she was utterly unaware she was rubbing up on her god.

You didn’t speak as you were busy enjoyed her large breasts pillowed on your chest, all while the presence changed to tapped at your mind begging to enter or, wait no. It wanted to speak to you, it had an honest intense desire to speak with you.

Detaching from you with the grace of her feline nature she circled both of you, hip bumping the farmer’s wife into you and this time you caught her. Your hands unerringly finding themselves on her breast and your other cupping her firm butt in catching her and one of her hand landed gripping your cock.

“Awwwww, that’s the spirit! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about wanting to wrangle a younger man in bed. After all men slow down while we women never lose it, until we drop!” The Priestess sweetly cooed cupping and lifting her breasts then letting her perky tits go, then giggling as she copped her own feel of farmer’s wife behind.

Furiously blushing the wife coughed. “I-it’s not like that at all.” She attempted to defend her pride.

Sniggering at her bashfulness the priestess rolled her eyes. “He-heh, we hear it all. Well come inside to one of our blessing chambers.” Daisuke said as she stood between us, a hand on our backs as she directed us towards a wing, hands which didn’t stay in place as her hand drifted around to your front and waist to cop a feel of your cock.

Beside you the Farmer’s wife groaned and from the corner of your eye you could see that the priestess’s tail brushing her inner thigh and the tails tip swishing beneath the concealed patch of opaque fabric over teasing the wife’s womanhood.

Entering the wing, it was like a gradual shift with every step you entered a world of earthly desires.

The lighting inside dimmed setting casting a sensuous mood to the subtle hushed background noise of prayers, moans and the sounds of sex omnipresence in the hallways which walls were decorated by murals depicting scenes of ‘my’ robed figure in coitus partnered with the many races of the world in exacting detail given to the women each an exemplar of their race in every position possible and several only their bodies allowed, though apart from the cock 'your' figure remained indistinct hidden by the robe.

An interesting set that reappeared many times that stood out, it was an imperial figure of an Empresses and Emperors in their yellow dragon gowns joyously presenting as offerings to ‘Me’ and the Head Angel a gaggle of Beastfolk and the races of the empire?

Political propaganda? That was interesting, and humorous as the story behind it was going to be fun to discover.

Though those halls of carnal decoration the priestess guided us to a small room filled with cushions and sweet incense burning that relaxed your being and contained a statue of ‘me’ and smaller statue of the Head Angel at its side.

As you seated yourself on the cushions made you rather self-consciously realized something as you flipped your robes hood down.

Shit, you look just like that statue. You totally didn’t mean to do that.

The presence whimpered scratching like a cat at the door, that wanted to talk. Concentrating you found you could clumsily touch it back, it held its intent to speak even as it nuzzled against the ‘energy?’ you extended out experimenting coaxing it that crude energy into other things until you heard something.

"You’re here! It’s really you." A musical voice that held true desire and devotion entered your ears.

You twist your head looking around the room searching for the melodic voice that drifted through your head, it cut out as your formation of the energy fell part.

Beside you the farmer’s wife seat herself with nervous excitement, she took your hand in hers hold it tightly looking and acting like a young maiden than a mother to an adult daughter.

Beside you the farmer’s wife seat herself with nervous excitement, she took your hand in hers hold it tightly looking and acting like a young maiden than a mother to an adult daughter.

Daisuke slunk to her knees before the statuettes hands folded in prayer, her expressive tail revealed her inner-thoughts as held high it quivering in joy to see ‘your’ statue.

“Oh our lord Haverty, this simple aspiring pet-concubine humbly requests your permission to bestow your blessing.” Daisuke began her prayer, your cock throbbed at her cluelessness she was sharing the room with the god she.

Touching two fingers to her lips she touched them to the mouth of ‘my’ statue, her hands glided over her body, one traveling down to her underwear and the other gripping her top.

“She offers her genuine devotion to whet your appetite and her body freely to your ravaging lusts.”

Pulling at both with a flourish she exposed herself to the statues to exultant joy and gratification as she let out a pitched feline mewl her back-arching as if struck by a bolt of pleasure at her self-exposure.

Prostrated herself to the statues her hands reached out to a space nearby them only to gasp the empty air, her ears twitched and tail irritated. Her bottomless kimono rode up on her back from her position giving both of you an admiring angle of her butt and growing wetness in her panties.

The prayer riled your lust to take her, right there and now. To give her what she dreamed of, the cock of her god, to fill her womb full of your hot cum.

The farmer's wife bowed in her seat to the statues and you awkwardly followed suit. The presence’s emotions became flustered, molding you wielded that energy that in your minds eye was the Head Angel squirming uncomfortably, wings twitching and poking her fingers together as you could hear her again.

“You don’t need to go that far, it feels so wrong.” This time it went away on your command.

Rising Daisuke lightly coughed and turned with dignity, ears flattened on her head in embarrassment.

“Just wait here a bit as I get the sacrament for the rite, but if your frisky feel free to get busy ok?” Daisuke said like an impish parent, then after kissing both you and the farmer's wife she departed.

Leaving you time to speak with your Head Angel as you felt certain you could hold a conversation, or you could deal with your erection and denial of pleasure over the last several hours.