Chapter 221 – 215 – Banquet of the Victors
It seems like Monica was doing much better than Eshen. She obeyed Ishtar’s oracle that it was time to strike back, and she busily preyed on the Cult of Mithras.
In fact, she may have been a little too well-off. A festival of wooden Buddhist prayers is taking place on the first floor of the prayer center, which has been remodeled with an erotic atmosphere. Naked bodies of various ages moaning with colorful draperies, bedspreads, and fragrant oil entangled in their bodies.
Looking at that, it seems that we can understand a little why the ascetics of Mithraism were so passionate about oppression.
Of course, apart from the fact that he didn’t have time to be lonely because he was busy, he welcomed me to the point where it became overwhelming.
To the point where it becomes overwhelming.
“There’s still a long way to go until the year is over.”
So I shouldn’t have been bluffing about having a year’s worth or anything like that. I feel like dry laundry.
Having been trampled to the bottom by the Archenemy of the Mithraic Church, ‘The Great Prostitute’, I learned for sure that even though I pride myself on being a manly man, I can sound like a bitch.
“Should we stop ‘for a moment’ at this point?”
“Ogogok. Sigh. Now, just a moment…?”
Monica picked up the water bottle on the side of the bed. She then filled her mouth with water and kissed my trembling lips, giving me her moisture.
While he was gurgling and drinking the water that was her life, his tongue was wrapped around her, and it was an added bonus that he was violated to the point of losing his soul. He never gives us time to rest.
It’s not easy either. It’s like a prey trying to overcome a predator.
Of course, Monica cried in a similar voice to me. That fact barely saved my pride.
Embrace. Sexual intercourse is not about competition or duel, but about sharing mutual happiness. At least I think I have gained enough experience to realize that.
But on the other hand, in front of this person, a childish sense of challenge burns. I want to get rid of the strange composure I feel from Monica. I want to make her cry and gasp and then go away and worship me…
At my honest confession, Monica smiled embarrassedly and tickled my side.
“I almost did that. I cried and gasped and almost worshiped Tan.”
“Hey, thank you for your words.”
“It’s driving me crazy because I still like it, but did you want to make it even better? It felt like they were pushing me without mercy.”
“What are the circumstances? Who is talking about that? My body doesn’t move. I licked up all the bodily fluids from the saliva in my mouth to the bottom.”
“Hmm. I was thirsty for the tan. Very much.”
“Me too. I missed my sister. A lot.”
“Sister.”
A blush of desire spreads across the face of the apostle of lust. The hunter, who had exploited all the liquids from my body, licked my lips once with his tongue, which was moist unlike mine.
“If you keep calling me sister, I can’t stand it…”
Monica, who tried to hunt me once more by slowly lowering her head, straightened her body by slapping her own cheek.
“Still, I have to endure it for a while. No matter how much I am an apostle of intemperance and pleasure, I can’t just spend the day with our bodies overlapping when we met after a year. Let’s talk.”
“Pillow talk is good.”
“The reason I didn’t worry about Tan, unlike Eshen and the other children, was because she had been told by the goddess that Tan and Thena had finished their work at the World Temple and had gone away, and that they would definitely return.”
Monica’s face darkened slightly.
“Of course, even if I said that, no one would believe me or they would get upset and not listen. Actually, I wasn’t sure either. The goddess might have lied to me to reassure me. And I couldn’t tell where Tan was or what he was doing.”
“You have a lot to ask, right?”
“That’s right. I need to hear what happened in the past year that they didn’t even send us a letter. I want to hear about Tan, who I skipped while she still had her stamina left.”
Monica lay down next to me with a bright smile. I smiled and then looked straight for a moment.
“···When I still have stamina left? Are you saying that I won’t have any stamina left to speak of when I go back?”
Monica didn’t answer that question.
“So, what happened?”
“Well, so to speak. I had something of a mystical experience.”
“What kind of experience?”
“We were gods. In many ways.”
Although she was aware of it to some extent, Ishtar had a hidden agenda.
My tattoo’s ability to invade the body of the ‘opposite sex I was attracted to’ strangely also worked on An-Anu, my ‘father and mother’.
···Of course, the attraction was not a sexual attraction, but rather an admiration for the dazzling beauty of the body revealed inside the burnt shell.
Ishtar, who removed the corruption that bound An-Anu through Thena and Despair, allowed me, who was connected to her through a spiritual passage, to invade into her. They used me as some sort of poison or medicine.
Ishtar, who inserted the straw of the spiritual passage into An-Anu, absorbed and absorbed the power of the Supreme God to the fullest extent.
And… He became the new god of this world. It replaced An-Anu.
Oh my god. If Ishtar had been a god with evil intentions, I would have thrown the entire world and An-Anu to the evil god.
But for An-Anu, it was closer to a touching act of filial piety than an act of immorality. Ishtar decided to take on the role of protecting and growing An-Anu until he regains his true form.
Also, before An-Anu completely regained his true form, someone had to subdue Mithra, who was planning another plot targeting him.
So the sectarian war broke out again in modern times. And Monica stood at the forefront along with the sisters who descended on earth with great vigor.
With Ishtar, who has secured An-Anu’s energy, on his back, he is absorbing the entire Mithraic Church. The power of praise that should have gone to Mithra will now flow to Ishtar and be used for An-Anu’s recovery.
And what about us? Me and Thena were inside An-Anu. At his request, I briefly became a part of him.
This is because An-Anu, who had been weakened for so long, could not rid himself of the body that had been corrupted by malicious intent. The evil flowing from his outer shell was only the tip of the iceberg.
Beneath the surface, in the inner shell, was hell. We had to fight against that hell by borrowing the power of Ishtar. Because no one but us and Ishtar could help save him.
When I say this, it feels like I signed a slave contract and joined a party with bad conditions, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Thanks to Thena and my skills and Ishtar’s full support, in a way, I was able to do it much better than when I was young.
To use an analogy, the Ishtar emergency doctor administered artificial white blood cells to a patient called An-Anu who was transported to a corner of space.
That’s right. Over the past year, we have personally performed surgery on the Supreme God and cured him of his illness.
Thena’s daydream-like dream of becoming legendary adventurers one day may have come true in an even more amazing form. Who would have imagined such an adventure?
“And all of that work had to be done in secret. Even then, Mithra was powerful, and we didn’t know what he would do if he found out the whereabouts of An-Anu, who had been stolen by Ishtar.”
“Then, Tan has come back now…”
“It’s all over. An-Anu has been freed from the evil somewhere in the universe. The demons and tumors that have fallen from him will now wander in the void, slowly starving to death. And Mithras can do nothing about it now. I can’t.”
The declaration that victory was confirmed sounded very strange to Monica. The history of the Ishtar Church that Monica remembers was full of flight and defeat, except for the past year.
I hugged Monica as she sobbed, biting her lip as if she had mixed feelings.
“The believers of Ishtar… Will probably never again be oppressed by the flames of purification.”
“It was also thanks to my sister’s hard work. Mithra lost his livelihood and fell into helplessness, unable to recover, and Ishtar and An-Anu became stronger than they have been in the past thousand years.”
“Heh. Have you decided to call me sister now?”
“For me, calling her ‘sister’ was a habit of speaking and a sign of friendliness. But when I thought about the look on Monica’s face every time I called her ‘sister,’ it seemed like she must have distanced herself from me.”
I whispered softly and kissed Monica’s ears, her sweet neck, and various parts of her voluptuous breasts. At every moment, Monica’s body trembled slightly. When the kiss finally reached the thigh and the top, the shaking became so evident that the bedsheets shook.
“Ugh. Ah…”
“I thought I was wrong. I learned as much from afar as I learned from up close.”
This lewd whole body is infinitely lovely.
“So, I have something to tell you, sister.”
“Is it urgent…?”
The eumma’s extended tail wraps around my neck. A darker glow than what I saw the previous day shines in the sister’s eyes.
I laughed half out of resignation and half out of excitement. I don’t think I’ll be able to die in my life like this, but what else?
“It’s important, but if my sister is in a hurry, I can put it off for a bit.”
“Do you want to?”
Monica rushes in and kisses her. I deliberately responded leisurely and leisurely.
Monica wants a faster tempo. Like a person crazy with her thirst, she wants to lick that mouth and eat it, her tongue twisting and sucking on each other with all its might.
Since it doesn’t match the wind, I groan like a dissatisfied cat, but I still move slowly.
And she slowly grabs her wrist, which is holding me tightly, and pulls it away. He then placed it down on the wide sheet and laid it down. Slowly crushing Monica’s soft body with my waist.
The throbbing object, which has been pulled out and pulled again and again as if it were being tortured, is half-forced and taut thanks to the pheromones that the sister is spraying all over its body. I placed it on my sister’s stomach and gently moved it back and forth between her legs and down to her lower abdomen.
Her tongue caresses his ears and nipples, and her arms stroke around his chest, the insides of his arms, and his head. My thighs rub against my thighs and sweat from the heat. I feel it. The imagination of a penis sliding across her stomach, throbbing her insides, is making Monica’s mind even hotter.
Preheat. It melts my whole body. Monica, who was fidgeting like a wolf with her delicious meat in front of her, slowly became addicted to her caresses. Eventually, like a well-trained puppy, he stuck out his tongue and waited for her permission.
The eager eyes are colored with joy as the glans taps the entrance. Even at the moment of insertion, I put in as much time and effort as possible. So that you can delicately feel the thickness of every fold and every part of the vagina. So that I can completely read my shape through the feel of it.
Monica’s eyes slowly roll over before she can swallow the base of her cock. To give Monica some space as she trembled and climaxed, I rested for a moment, immersed in the soft pressure of her vagina.
And slowly, as her cramps subsided and Monica regained her breathing, she began to move between shallow and deep again. Monica, forgetting all her other words, began sobbing, calling my name.
The two people moving around in an ecstatic sensation are not predators versus prey. They are not priests vs. Orphans, similar siblings, or wanderers from the same hometown.
This is sex as lovers in name and reality. Like thrown away clothes, all relationships are stripped away and thrown away. The only thing left here is a naked man and woman who desperately want each other.
In this pleasure that made me feel like I was about to lose my mind, I drifted away, surrounded by my sister’s skin and her cries. The approaching climax rushes through every nerve, and it feels like my whole body has become an erogenous zone.
We met the end screaming, our bellies pressed against each other. Without knowing where we are holding on to, without even knowing where we are.
Then how many minutes passed? Around the time when the tears I shed because I was dizzy fell on my sister’s face.
The sister barely calmed her breathing and turned her head toward the other side of her door.
“Don’t be like that… Come in.”
I hear a crashing sound outside. It is clear that someone was so embarrassed that he fell.
Was he eavesdropping? It’s strange. If Monica wanted to, she could have blocked the sound with a soundproof barrier.
The other person probably knew that the noise from the fall was too loud to be handled, and that her identity was probably discovered by Monica. Because Monica spoke as if she was calling someone she knew.
Then, there are two options left for the eavesdropper. You can shamelessly run away like this and pretend not to notice, or open the door and show up awkwardly.
“I, I…”
Florica Sunstorm’s choice was the latter. She hesitantly walks in, half a step at a time, and quietly closes the door she opened quietly. And she locks the open door.
“I didn’t mean to secretly eavesdrop…”
Florica, who was behind her while holding the doorknob, was wearing only pantyhose without her armor. He is wearing a Paladin knight’s training uniform. She wears thin, elastic clothes that are easy to move around in. Excellent absorption of sweat.
However, fiber is not a cup and cannot contain everything that spills. I don’t know where and how much she heard it from, but it seems to have been enough of a stimulus to Florica.
Florica gritted her teeth and lowered her head, crossing her legs to hide it as best as she could.
“Well, how are you, Tan?”
“···How are you? Florica, the proud Paladin of Ishtar, who faithfully stayed by Sister Monica’s side and protected her from Mithra?”
“I believed in you. I knew you would come back… I…”
Florica kept slurring her words as if she were in pain. She isn’t even crying, but her nose keeps sniffling as if she has a cold. It was as if she had become intoxicated by the scent of someone floating around in her room.
··· She had something serious to say, which might be a little difficult at this time and place. I smiled bitterly.
Her sister also smiled and held out her hand to Florica. Florica, who seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, took off her pantyhose and asked for her understanding in a low voice.
There was no need for understanding. Florica pushed me down, showering me with thirsty kisses like her sister. Her sister, who was slightly out of her lingering breath, naturally placed her mouth between my legs while her breathing was still heavy.
“Wait a minute, before that.”
I quickly pushed the two away. It’s not because I need time to rest. Of course, it was necessary.
It might be okay for a sister who was confident that I would return, and who thought that sexual interaction was the best expression of affection.
However, I don’t think it’s right to first get physical with the guy who said, “Please love me when you meet in the next life.”
Florica lifted her blank eyes and looked at me.
“Why? I’ve waited so long, why even more…?”
“First of all, I have a gift…”
I held Florica’s finger.
