Chapter 110 - Heresy, Heresy Everywhere (1/2)
Author: Aight so i was at my sister's, housesitting, last week while she went on vacation only to discover she didnt have wifi so i couldnt post anything. Sucks but i did write a bit more. Came back home, half my f.u.c.k.i.n.g house was f.u.c.k.i.e.d up. Wifi was down cuz the wiring in the house was old and finally gave out. Got it fixed today. Took a couple days since they didn't have to re-wire everything, tho they said i should have it done eventually. Considered just releaseing all my stored up chapters to make up for the delays, then realized that would mean i would have to stop procrastinating so im just sticking to my previous word and releasing one a day. Cuz i wanna enjoy my internet again. But imma release an Alternate chapter too in a couple hours or whatever so yeah.
Lol. First a hand injury. Then no wifi. Then my damn wiring has to be replaced. Like i aint even lying guys. Kinda wish i was tho tbh. F.u.c.k me.
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”What's a Mormon?” Mary raised a brow.
”A bunch of annoying bastards who don't know how to take no for an answer. And don't even get me started on the cult offshoots in their gated communities dabbing in all kinds of despicable polygamous nonsense.”
”Ah. I see. They do sound like your kind of people.'
”I'm not anything like them, okay?”
”Are you not also very stubborn and have various relationsh.i.p.s with many different women? And this kingdom is of your own creation.”
”I'm not polygamous, though.”
”Only because you can't be bothered to deal with that kind of responsibility. Although, you do have both me and Vera. Is that not the same thing?”
”...That's different. It's way different.”
”And correct me if I'm wrong, but is Miss Chelsea not your first official wife?”
”So?”
Mary shrugged. ”Well, it's just to say that them ending up like this is very suitable.”
”Given the nature of your bloodline, especially. Your mother would approve of this if they weren't mere humans.” Vera pointed out.
All while we talked Sister Agnes patiently awaited my answer. She stared at me with a fervor. I couldn't tell because of the blindfold, but I could feel it. Her intense gaze.
Hm. S.e.xy nun. Damn. I liked her style, too. But I'm taken.
”Alright, I'll bless you later. For now can you just take us out of here?”
She rose smoothly. ”As Your Radiance commands.” She turned and snapped. ”We move! To the Church!”
”This should be interesting.” Bubbles smirked.
”I have a bad feeling about this whole thing.” Mira rubbed her swollen belly. Seriously though, is that baby ever coming?
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”Are you staring at her ass?”
Hearing the sudden question I glanced to the side for a moment. I confirmed Mary's narrowed gaze before resuming my admiring of Agnes' fat, bouncy, very well-rounded rear-end. And to think this Sister wants me to make her a Mother…
”Oh, yes.” I replied absently. ��It's quite something.”
”Do you like it, my Lord?” The Sister glanced back.
”It's a magnificent ass.” I spoke honestly from the heart. ”Looks delicious.”
”Then I'll be sure to apply a flavored rouge to it tonight so that you may taste to your heart's content.”
I was about to say that wasn't necessary--I'd eat that ass regardless...not that I was going to take her up on the offer. Just saying--when Mary looked towards her daughter with a raised brow. ”Are we okay with this?”
Vera shrugged. ”Whether we are or not doesn't matter. He is a simple man.”
I grunted and patted her on the back. ”Damn right.”
”I don't follow.” The woman's brows furrowed.
Bubbles snorted. ”Do you expect him to stop finding other women attractive just because he's dating you?”
A shake of the head. ”Of course not. I'm not unreasonable.” A pause. ”But at the risk of sounding too conceited, well…” She trailed off.
”Oh, you're hot.” Bubbles nodded. ”I admit. But this guy doesn't care even if you're the most transcendental beauty in all of creation. He'd still ogle other women.”
”I appreciate variety. Sue me.” I was entirely unapologetic.
”I've noticed.” The blue-haired vixen snorted, her eyes wondering over the various other beauties around her. Vera, Mary, Mira, Minerva, Evie, Becks too.
Minerva blushed and averted her gaze while Evie tilted her head curiously. Meanwhile everyone else met the woman's eyes unabashedly.
”I can't exactly say you're wrong, but I dislike the implication.”
”And he's my father. What are you trying to say? I'm also taken.”
”Being his daughter and married matters not to a man like him.” Bubbles said dismissively. ”It's part of his charm.”
”F.u.c.k you. Also, I don't go out and just recruit groupies. Your sister followed me. So did you, actually. And Evie was a cute lolita before, alright? Every other woman in my life just popped up unexpectedly. It's not my fault.”
”Uh-huh.”
We continued that way for a while. The building we were brought to was a giant cathedral near the center of the city. It was magnificent and imposing with tall stained glass windows and blinding white stone for walls. Gold and silver lay everywhere, gems embedded in the stone itself and giving off a splendid rainbow of color in the sunlight.
But what was most delicately and beautifully carved was the giant statue outside the cathedral. The statue depicted the younger and formerly less muscular me. I was posed in a way where I had my hand under the skirt of a beautiful woman leaning into a kiss as another hugged me from behind with her lips brushing my neck. A third woman was by my feet holding onto my thigh.
However...you know...those three women looked faintly familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on how, but I could feel it. I was suddenly struck with the thought that they needed a good beating, those three. Yet for the life of me I didn't understand why.
First thing's first, though. ”How the hell did you know what I looked like?”
”The true believers always have, Your Radiance. The Day's Dazzling Dawn has always closely followed and idolized you. Of course we would know of your exploits here.”
Those guys again!
”I should have known it'd be them.” I muttered. ”Alright then. And why's there all these s.e.xy nuns outside?” To explain, various pretty women in tight and slightly revealing nun outfits were catcalling the passersby.
They looked like they were working the streets. I'd studied them for a while now, and I concluded that this must be some kinda honey trap. But I still had to ask.
”They're recruiters for the cause.” It was simply explained.