Chapter 444 - Prayers to Lust (1/2)
Samya observed the smile she had peeked all too many times to know that something lewd and rude is whirling within Nik's mind and his furtive glances over her stained crotch area cemented the idea. Unconsciously, Samya's breathing turned ragged as her vision turned blurry. She didn't need her distracted eyes to 'feel' the genuine list emanating from Nik. A side that he only showed when accompanying his mistresses. 'Now, notice it. Can you feel yourself getting hot at the sight of my completely naked body under the loose, stained god robes? Do my perky nipples grab your attention as you nail me down and use me like you did Asami? This is my justice. Always making me frustrated by your mere sight while offering your body to other, mortal women that hold no comparison to me. Where's the logic in this world? Why do you offer so less? Why haven't you removed your clothes, knelt and begged me to relieve you of that ache swelling within your—'
”I am here to pray to a Goddess? Is it a good time?”
Samya blinked. Her inner mess slowly straightened out as she gulped and controlled herself from licking her dry lips. 'What's with that gaze? I don't like it. It's as if he knows everything. From my shameless act of peeking on a mortal to pleasing my divine hole. I don't enjoy this. Don't look at me like that.' Samya felt her body heat in anticipation. She didn't like the idea of getting caught red-handed, but what if Nik knows? What if he is here to claim his own justice? What if he uses her stick ruthlessly. One stick in her butt and Nik's stick deep into her- 'Don't get sidetracked,' Samya hurriedly warned herself. ”Y-yes. This goddess never rejects the words of faith,” Samya claimed. How could she? Nik is the only 'mortal' coming close to the acts that reached the level of gods and goddesses. The production of law energy being one of them.
”It's like this, huh,” At Nik's comment, Samya's naked lower lips twitched. She didn't mind the fact that her thighs were soaking. Continuous acts of pleasure in the last few days had already turned her erotic bits sensitive. Abstaining from fingering, much less impaling herself with her personally crafted divine weapon, Samya felt her realities twist. Too good to be stopped, to debauched to continue with one's own hand. Then, the only option Samya could opt was using someone else to satisfy her own debauched needs...
Forcefully, even if she didn't want to.
And looking at Nik... peeping over Nik... until now, he fit the bill perfectly. Unlike other men who slowly slaved under lust, Nik's demeanor itself screamed all the indecent acts a woman can ever imagine. Once again, thinking of all the stuff that could happen to her once she poked this landmine of debauchery, Samya felt her body ease in a comfortable lean on her sword-staff, her legs assuming a tight hold over the stick as her white robe dug in and tightened around her body, giving Nik the perfect view on how curvaceous this goddess of justice and light actually is.
”T-then? What do you wish to speak? Why do you want to pray? If there's s-something I can help with—” Samya felt her strength sap away as her gaze locked onto the slowly floating Nik from behind her blindfold. ”Sure,” she observed Nik nod as he continued, ”It's like this, Goddess. I have come to understand a few facts around the institute,” Nik moved around her as she felt his gaze lingering on the contours of her body. 'Please-' before Samya could plead to her body to not show a shameful reaction elicited by the man's gaze, her hips wiggles unconsciously the moment she felt his gaze linger on her sweet, godly ass.
”First,” Samya gasped softly as Nik, for the first time, stood behind her and gently traced his finger on the nape of her neck as she shivered. 'He knows!' Samya screamed internally. Her body heating up in joy but her heart turned colder by the second as his finger moved lower and lower, perfectly mapping her spine as he continued, ”this institute is far more debauched than any whorehouse. Prostitutes usually take fees even when they enjoy the sex far more than their customers... something that doesn't happen here.”
'Is he comparing me to a mortal slut? Me? The goddess of justice that lay ruin to high gods before falling with the destruction of my divinity and left with a mere spark.'
A weird... dirty smile slowly touched Samya's lips as the thought strangely titillated her. She continued to breathe roughly as Nik fingers stopped right at the base of her hips where two cute dimples would mark the beginning of her round ass should Nik flip her robe. Once again, just the mere thought of her robe pushed up and her body used, relieved, and ground against made her clench her thighs. By now, it couldn't be more clear that Nik knew about her actions. It was merely a woman's intuition, but once again, she could only think of the punishments Nik would ruin her with to compensate for his invasion of privacy.
”Second, the only way that such a debauched Institute could operate is if it is protected by a person of similar interests,” As Samya heard Nik saying this, she felt Nik's index continuing the trail while pushing his finger in between her butt cheeks, sticking her robe into the hot buns while feeling the scorching dampness of her body as the tip of his index lingered over her clenched pussy as her robe tightened over her butt and pulled up from her claves, revealing a thin trail of sensational liquid dripping down her exposed ankles.
”W-what do you mean? This isn't praying at all!” Samya spoke up, slightly frustrated with her body's honesty, her mind's dishonesty, and the correctness of Nik's words. ”But of course,” Samya felt Nik smile as he spoke these words, ”I pray to be able to bring you the satisfaction that others feel daily. As they strike their sweaty body against each other, you are forced to rub one out without any arm to hug you close. Without any cock to fill you. Without any man to knead your lonely body as you continue to project your divine aura,” Samya gasped once again, having her thoughts spoken out loud as she felt Nik hugging her from the back. Her bent body stuck close against Nik's front as a wonderful scent invaded her senses and threatened to turn her into a Goddess whose only wish is to revel in the fragrance. Samya felt Nik's thick arms over her waist, roughly handling her soft body and pushing her butt against his bulging tool whose thickness put her own divine stick to shame.
”How is this a p-prayer?” Samya whimpered uncharacteristically. She didn't want to, but her throat wanted it. A presence so intoxicating pressed itself against her, wrapped its arms around her tightly as if marking her to be his property. How could her honest body commit the injustice of arguing back? It wasn't her divinity. Justice is blind so is her body. Her body's need could be fulfilled by the figure behind her. His achingly slow grinds against her butt midair testified that this presence is far from ordinary. To her question, the man replied softly as if she is the confused mortal while him being the higher god, ”A prayer exists in many forms. A youth helping his parents, a wife diligently servicing her husband, or a criminal actively violating someone else. Prayer doesn't depend on morality but the emotion behind the act... or so my mother loved to chant.”
Now Samya really wished to meet such a virtuous mother. One of the man's arms moved up to her hanging cantaloupe-sized breast, grabbing it forcefully while drawing another hit gasp from her mouth while pulling her leaning back close to his chest. ”My prayer is to satisfy any woman in need who hasn't crossed certain lines...” the man continued enchantingly, breathing into her ear while taking a long sniff, inhaling her scent... her dirty scent that painted a picture of an illicit goddess crouching with her knees spread, the hems of her robes pulled and her fingers digging into the soft, soaked lips that no man had even dreamt of touching. Feeling the hot, possessive squeeze of her breast with the tip being kneaded forcefully, she finally let out a short yet satisfying moan that seemed to please Nik greatly as he continued with the play.
”W-what lines one mustn't cross?” Short on breath and ruddy in the face, she inquired as an act of caution. Never should she cross the lines set by the man with a pole thicker than her own rod of justice. ”Any being who wish me ill will, no matter how virtuous or degrading their life is, no matter how pitiful their past is, I will convert them into beings breathing and living to please me,” hearing his commanding words that didn't match with his earlier persona of warmth and kindness, a little bit of goddess squirt leaked with a soft *puchi*, however, much to her fortune, the man had more words to fill her heart with weakness and submissiveness, ”Of course, there is only a single type of living being who I won't convert regardless of their gender or origin, cheesy as it may sound, I'll surely drill the person into the deepest coffin of the world who manages to harm someone rightfully mine.”
”So?” The hot, demonic youth without a shred of pleasant scent but waves upon waves of mind-numbing scent that seem to heat her body inquired with a playful chuckle, ”Does my prayer satisfy you, Goddess? Or do you want something more than pretty lip service?”
As if possessed and unwilling to lose this chance to demand everything, she breathed out in a tantalizing whisper, ”All... I want everything, including the pretty lip service.”