3 The hands of a goddess are so good. (1/2)
For the young monk whose braided straw sandals raise the dust of this small dirt road surrounded by vast pine forests that seem to be walking the high mountains that make him feel more humble than ever, this pilgrimage to a place unknown to him is a revelation.
He who spent all his young life enclosed within the walls of an abbey that was certainly warm but modest and uncomfortable, being able to feel the gentle natural breeze that caresses his cheeks and makes his long hair fly, it's no different from discovering an Eden that until then had been inaccessible to him.
The young monk is, however, slightly frustrated. How free he would feel if he could enjoy this well-being without being bothered by this discomfort that refuses to leave him in peace.
With his hands covering the part of his robe from which his holy limb wants to escape, the young monk observes the magnificent tonic thighs of the young goddess who turns around in front of him and gives him a most sublime smile.
When suddenly the celestial beauty stops her steps and comes towards him, Dimitry tenses up. Has she noticed his shameful holy limb, whose anger makes it rise against heaven?
”Come with me, I will teach you how to free yourself from this evil who took possession to your body.”
Unable to resist the beautiful blue eyes whose sweetness can only belong to angels, when the goddess withdraws the hand of the young man covering his robe and gently takes it easy in hers. Like hypnotized by this beauty, Dimitry, is led to the entrance of the little forest.
The smell of the sap flowing over the trunks of the pines and the chirping of the birds playing as they fly from branch to branch, enchants the young monk, but much more than this view offered by nature's great generosity, it is the softness of the little hand that guides him behind a gigantic tree that occupies the majority of his thoughts.
”Now, let yourself go and you'll see, when I finish my holy sacrament, your body will feel much better.”
What a holy woman. So she brought him here, in the middle of this forest, away from everyone's eyes, for the sole and gentle purpose of offering him the holy sacrament of the gods.
”Thank you Goddess, I am unworthy of your good intentions and...”
Suddenly his mouth tightens. In his back he can feel the two enormous breasts of the beautiful, freed from her warrior's outfit, pressing against the back of her dress. His face gets tense when the goddess' mouth puts a kiss on his neck, then she moves closer to his ear and whispers a few words that make him tremble.
As she has just told him, her thin arms go around his hips and slowly loosen the linen cord that acts as a belt on his dress.
He would like to tell her that it is wrong, that if she continues, his holy member corrupted by the devil will spring like a spear ready for a most bitter fight, but it is too late. Already his linen rope falls to the ground, and immediately his holy limb almost tears the cloth as he rises to heaven and defies the divine.
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Rhea gently caresses the muscular bust of the naive young man who has just unconsciously offered himself to her hungry fangs. His skin, as soft as a baby's, excites her so much that her mouth moves towards his neck again. As her tongue comes up from his neck to bite his earlobe, her hand goes down on the well-drawn abdominal muscles.