Chapter 847 – The Religion of Heavenly Changes (5)
Even if the continents of the east, west, south, and north change and the world changes, the emotions of the creatures called humans remain the same.
So even in a place where there is no culture of bowing, bowing one’s head was a sign of humility. Depending on the degree to which the head is lowered, the meaning will change from submission to respect, but for now it is.
What is the difference between bowing to an ancestor’s grave and lowering one’s head in silent prayer with one’s hat off at a funeral? Furthermore, it is a sign of respect to kneel down and pray to the five fighting spirits or statues of gods.
─ Side.
But I don’t think kissing the feet shows respect.
Returning to her natural form, Veronica kissed my feet and lifted his head.
No matter how much Nara took Fran’s compressed sadism lecture, the attitude of obedience to this extent was more awkward than sloppy. Not much more is Veronica her beloved wife.
It’s a bad taste to like by forcing her wife to groan.
At this point, it’s not even the dark side of machoism. Just a wife abuser.
【… I offer my body and mind to you, holy. Maiden Veronica will serve you as a dignified heaven for the rest of her life, and please have mercy on your poor servant and take care of her.]
Reciting her prayers, Veronica bowed her head again.
Jjook…
She prostrated herself naked beside her nicely folded gown, kissing her foot on the other side as well, and even as she lay there, she raised herself up again. I had to endure that awkward time quite hard.
‘… Because I told you to stay still.’
If it was just part of a night job, I think I would have said let’s stop. Veronica lying on her stomach was obviously fascinating, but isn’t her backside a preview that you can fully enjoy even while on her junior position?
It has to be. In ancient times, Samgwegugodurye is the manners of barbarians!
But Veronica knew everything and chose the path.
It was a proposal she herself made after much thought, and was accepted because she wanted to become stronger.
It would have been better to bear with it for a few minutes and then tell me not to do it again.
… Farr.
Is Veronica also enduring humiliation? She shuddered as she leaned over and kissed my foot for the third time. I closed my eyes in regret and embarrassment.
Regardless of the situation, the erection of the cock is resentful.
According to the structure of the human body, the male genitals work separately from the brain, but the situation is the situation, isn’t it?
“Whoa, whoa… “
Gasping for her breath, Veronica bowed her head deeply again. She continued to bend, revealing her back and her wing bones, which were covered by her hair that curled up over her.
Joa Lin on her knees, her side breasts protruded, making her look unattractive. The blood rushed to her cock again, and the feeling of her immorality warmed her shoulder.
“… Your lowly servant will commit blasphemy.”
Veronica, who rubbed her forehead on her floor as if asking for her permission, kissed her testicles as well.
“Thank you for giving me the honor of devoting myself to the Holy One.”
─ Side.
The posture of praying with hands together and offering lips from the bottom.
It was a ritual that looked more like a proof of absolute obedience than a kiss to a lover.
Kissing her testicles, she closed her eyes and carefully squeezed her stiff cock.
She grabbed the man’s butthole and kissed his cock as well, as if holding up a holy relic. She was very far from Fella, but this was also an attitude of submission.
After kissing her feet, testicles, and glans, Veronica, unable to meet my eyes, bowed her head again. After a while, she stood upright and lifted her head.
She held out her horn, the pride of the gods, to me.
“… Please accept the horn of your servant. Everything I have belongs to you by nature, so I want to return it to its original owner.”
Confused for a moment, I grabbed her by the horns.
Hurrrr…
I could feel the energy of mana. It was not difficult for her to part with my sense of being a master of masters. It seemed that the offering of this horn was part of the ritual.
Touching her tethered horn triggered the Eye of Odin. Understanding is faster.
This horn has always been mine.
When was it When I touched her antlers, Veronica suddenly turned into an idiot, so I asked her why, and she said that she gave up on her own on the day she allowed her body.
Offering a horn and allowing someone else’s mana to it.
‘That’s what a couple’s oath between the bicorn gods is like.’
Speaking of a shrine maiden who serves the gods, isn’t it the impression that she is usually pure and does not allow her body to others? The shaman’s oath is in the same context as the oath between husband and wife.
So, offering a horn to a god is an oath to serve only God for the rest of your life.
Veronica wondered if she hadn’t explained otherwise because she had practiced that oath a long time ago.
An unusual form of a vow of chastity. However, since that god has been and still is working hard on the priestess Veronica, it feels like he has almost only transferred the name of the contract.
Still, there was a definite difference from before.
Squeeze…
The mana felt from Veronica’s horn was different from before.
Mana is not a bodily organ, but isn’t it energy under her own control?
That’s why you can know. It was the feeling that her horns had become a passageway connecting God Nord and the priestess Veronica, more advanced than when she had received the oath of her husband and wife.
Veronica praying naked and by the horns.
The feeling of mana in her hands gave me a far more terrifying sense of omnipotence than the fact that she, who seemed holy to match the tones of her majestic temple, was kneeling on her knees to me.
The shrine maiden was said to be a servant of God, and that was exactly what it meant.
Veronica’s mana wriggled at my will. Dominating the mana of others is a noble trust, but on the other hand, it gave a sense of control that gave a mean pleasure.
All of her is dedicated to me.
God and maiden. The absolute hierarchical relationship of crawling on all fours and dying if dying.
Was it like that? I rejected the touch that tickled my male instinct and superiority as a creature. Just as God does not take away the life and dignity of his followers.
Fire-!
A part of me from her horns seeped into her.
Giving was surprisingly as satisfying as being dedicated. It was different from seeing a devoted attendant as if stroking and loving a child in her arms.
─Hook!
Veronica’s horns rose. Her color changed at the root, accepting a part of me.
The softly opened eyes and horns shone in a beautiful fluorescent color like dark green.
The iris of the eyeball still shone with a mysterious and deep intellect, but it was also a fluorescent green. Even the ends of her hair emitted a faint fluorescent light.
The achromatic horns were shining, and the color of the eyes and the ends of the hair had changed.
That alone changed my impression a lot. If the Veronica I knew had an intelligent feeling, when the mysterious light of mana was added to her appearance, she was like a goddess of planting in the plains or forests.
“… My god I feel in me your holy power.”
Having received her grace, Veronica once again put her hands together and offered her bow as if in a state of euphoria.
I don’t know what kind of effect Veronica had, but she seemed to have established a relationship between God and the shrine maiden anyway. I caught my breath with the feeling of sweating out.
It wasn’t hard at all to endow her with one of her powers.
“Are you done?”
I was deeply relieved just that this heartbreaking hearing process was over.
But why?
─Hey.
Veronica, who had seemed blissful until she had received her powers, stiffened as if something had gripped her heart as she returned to her original form.
“What’s going on? Got a problem?”
Veronica, who lowered her head out of sight of me, was silent all along. She seemed troubled.
“… Just in case.”
She said in a firm voice that made it impossible to ask if she was there or not.
“If you don’t know, let’s try again from the beginning.”
Then, before she had time to say anything, Veronica bowed her head again.
Side… ♡
Not sure if her kneeling legs were tingling or not getting up, she laid her lips on her feet. Something bouncy and warm licked the instep of her foot. It was Veronica’s tongue.
“Huh… Sooooo♡”
As she exhaled a sweet, inaudible breath, she stuck out her tongue and indulged my toes. I was taken aback for a moment, but my mind calmed down quickly.
“… …”
As I turned on her power-filled eyes and looked down at her, Veronica bent her body even more as if feeling her overbearing gaze. Her breasts licked her feet, wriggling around as they collapsed on the floor.
My parents’ house in the countryside raised a dog. It was not a guy raised for dog days, but a mixed-breed dog that was let loose and raised as a pastime.
He liked people since he was little, so when he sat in the yard, he would come running and stomp his instep and ankle, but I didn’t hate that warm feeling.
“Ha-wook, whoa, uh… “
Cheup, tseung… ♡
Veronica bows down to a naked man and licks her feet.
Is foot fetish a sexual preference? However, the reason Veronica was licking my feet at this moment was probably not because she was excited to see her husband’s feet.
“… Oh, what’s wrong?!”
I got my foot out. Veronica crouched down on her stomach, finally coming to her senses.
“Don’t even think about moving.”
I went back to Veronica’s back. Watching her crack, I ordered.
“Listen to her ass. Height.”
“… Lord, Master. This, so… “
“I’m not angry or disillusioned, come in.”
It was a commanding tone that was not often used with her wives, but Veronica obediently followed, as if it had worked when she said she didn’t despise you.
It was said that he stiffened and lowered her head and lifted her lower body while her legs trembled.
─Twitter♡
Drenched honey water flowed down her thighs.
