Founding a Religion — Women Turned Fanatics (3)

The place Miya, High Priestess of Nazca, led me to was not a temple.

"Lord Cock, the temple burned down when the barbarians sacked it."

"That's what you get from bitches who don't even fear the gods."

"But Nazca basks in the grace of the phallus, Lord Cock, so it's all right. We've erected these erect-cock totems all over the city. From now on, no one will dare invade this sacred land!"

Miya pointed at the giant phallus statue standing before us. The thing the Nazca women had carved from stone was twice as big and twice as long as the original giant-cock statue they'd put up in Sparta.

"We imagined what you look like when you're hard and made this, haaah… ♥"

The Queen of Nazca was putting on this vulgar little act while sneaking glances at my crotch. I accidentally enjoyed the pervert's stare and got hard myself.

"Ahhh…!! What an honor to see this with my own eyes—"

"—I haven't even whipped it out yet and you're already making a fuss?"

"When Lord Cock himself is so graciously displaying his majesty just because we wished for it, how could I, a worshipper of the phallus, not fawn over you?!"

Miya kept gasping in awe until she was practically stomping her feet, and naturally those thick, meaty tits of hers bounced right along with her. The Nazca women's traditional dress—which barely covered anything—wasn't helping either.

Is it because of the hot climate? These females here only cover their pussies and nipples.

And with bodies that stacked, there was no way my eyes weren't going to wander. Miya must have felt my blatant stare, because she stopped bouncing her chest—though getting bashful didn't make her any less filthy.

"Since this is such a rare and glorious day, with Lord Cock himself visiting Nazca in person… our Phallus Worship faithful would like to perform a grand ritual. Would that be all right, Lord Cock?"

Hearing Miya talk, I was reminded all over again just how powerful religion could be. That female-coded ritual of theirs had probably spread all the way here. Still, I played dumb out of courtesy.

"For me?"

"Yes, Lord Cock!"

"You don't have to go this far treating me… but if you've already prepped it, go ahead."

"Heeung ♥ Yeees… we all stayed up last night practicing this, so please enjoy the show, Lord Cooock… ♥"

The second she finished talking, Miya yanked her panties down to her ankles. At first I thought, Is this bitch about to spread her pussy?—but then the female empress of Nazca spun right around. And just like that, the noble High Priestess of Nazca started twerking in front of the giant phallus statue.

Wobble-wobble—slosh!!

A moment later, the other female faithful surrounded the giant phallus statue and started shaking their asses in time with Miya's twerking. Even Miya doing that shit alone as queen made me want to spank the hell out of her—and now a dozen or so bitches with fat, juicy rumps were doing it as a group. My cock was having a hard time holding out.

"Hnnngh… ♥ I'll shake my ass real hard so Lord Cock can stand tall toward the heavens?!"

"Just lie back and keep that pillar standing, Lord Cooock…!! I'll do all the hard work of climbing on top and shaking my booty, okaay?!!"

The female faithful surrounding the giant phallus statue were laying it on that thick. The motion itself—lifting their asses up and slamming them down—wasn't any different from the faithful in Sparta or Hanseong. But being a religious city-state, the passion they poured into their twerking was on a whole other level.

Was this just what you expected from a city-state that lived off religion—this kind of mass bitch behavior? Either way, the twerking in front of the giant phallus statue might have looked vulgar, but as a religious ritual it actually delivered results.

"Kim Hyo-jung."

"Yes, my lord…"

Those Nazca bitches' rumps were probably stuffed full of Faith. No other way they'd have asses that huge and bouncy, so perfectly optimized for twerking.

"Jerk one out for me, Hyo-jung."

"…You like the ones with big asses better too, don't you, my lord?"

"When girls like that get creampied, they just go and get pregnant with triplets."

I dropped my pants and Hyo-jung started jerking me off. I had no idea why her lips were pouting like that, but even if her attitude toward men left something to be desired, her handjob technique was out of this world.

Schlick!

And with Miya shaking that monstrous ass right in front of us, that was all she wrote. My cock couldn't hold back any longer and I came. The load I sprayed into the air landed in a pretty awkward spot.

"Hyeek?!! Something hot just went into my asshole…!"

And so the Phallus Worship twerking festival ended with the queen-bitch taking an accidental creampie in her ass. Miya stood with her legs spread, scooped the stuff out from between her ass cheeks with her fingers—

"I prayed so hard with my ass… ♥ so L-Lord Cock gave me a reward!!"

—and promptly licked that "blessing of the giant phallus" off her tongue. The female faithful standing beside her watched their queen, "blessed by Lord Cock"—

—and then the whole pack of them went into heat and started cheering.

I only found this out later after Miya explained it, but the citizens of Nazca had been deeply wounded when the Cloud God abandoned their city. From that moment on, they'd been desperate to find a "sacred being" to replace him…

"Hnnngh ♥ After all that time in darkness, today this magnificent Lord Cock appeared before us… a cock as huge and upright as that statue, come to take in the females of Nazca—"

Nazca has become sacred land once more!

At least, that's what Miya believed, kneeling naked before me. According to her, as High Priestess, Nazca had never been invaded while under the protection of its guardian deity. These females had their reasons for taking religion so seriously. Watching Miya cling to the giant phallus statue, claiming she'd been saved, I felt pretty damn proud myself.

"My lord!! We've got a huge problem!"

A few days later, Hyo-jung came back from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠scouting the surrounding area and reported that barbarians were swarming toward Nazca like a storm cloud.

Helga, the barbarian chieftain, had lately fallen into deep thought. Sure, there were always plenty of problems to deal with—but nothing quite as troublesome as her subordinates falling for some bizarre, grotesque religion.

"I'll shake it real good, so please cum inside me… I beg you, purify my hole with your sacred cock, Lord Cooock… hngh!!"

Today, too, Helga had dropped by the village only to find one of her subordinate bitches offering prayers to "Lord Cock." Never mind that the prayer she was supposedly offering with such devotion was obscenely filthy—the way she was shaking her ass while doing it was just pathetic to look at.

Still, Helga could let that much slide. She was a barbarian chieftain herself, after all. She'd seen customs even more depraved than the bitch-behavior this subordinate was putting on.

"Y-you crazy bitch!!"

What she could not tolerate, however, was a handful of fanatics tearing down the tiger totem and planting a giant phallus statue in its place. These bitches had lived off the spirit of the valiant tiger all this time—

"You dare smash the totem?!"

Helga pressed the tip of her spear against the apostate subordinate's throat and snarled. She had to root out the heretics now if the tribe was going to hold together. Once giant phallus statues started going up all over the village, there'd be no coming back.

But things were already hanging by a thread. Because the heretic bitches who worshipped the phallus stood defiant even in the face of death.

"Hnnngh… why should I, a human female… serve a tiger that eats humans?"

"…You done talking, you crazy bitch?"

A mere arrow-fodder bitch, talking back to the chieftain who held absolute power. Helga had meant to make an example of her with a public execution in the village square—and instead she'd only embarrassed herself. She was about to finish the execution before her authority as chieftain sank any ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠further when—

"Kyaaaaah!!"

The fanatic subordinate lunged at her, trying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to bite her pussy with her teeth.

"Helga, your hymen needs to be broken too so Lord Cock can slide into your pussy nice and easy!! Stop tormenting your subordinates and become a good f-female yourself so we can all be saved togeth—urk?! Heheh… heheheheh!!"

What kind of religion even was Phallus Worship… How had it turned this pure soul—who'd simply offered rites to the tiger spirit when the time came—into a fanatic this deranged?

Fortunately Helga was a skilled fighter and managed to subdue her subordinate—but she was left traumatized afterward. By day she searched the village square and even her people's homes, checking for giant phallus statues or miniature cock figurines. By night she couldn't even close her eyes, terrified that fanatics sneaking into her bedchamber would assassinate her.

Sadly, she didn't have many options available to her. Because all of this was the flow of history itself.

A religion that had already built up momentum spreading like wildfire was only natural. Sadly, there was a city-state right next to Helga's tribe called Nazca that was extremely serious about Phallus Worship—which made it nearly impossible to stop her people from turning heretic.

The fanatics kept multiplying until Helga's head felt like it was going to split. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠That was why, unable to take it anymore, she mobilized every soldier she had and invaded Nazca. If she left them alive like she'd been doing, she could squeeze a decent tribute out of them… but if she let them live, Phallus Worship would clearly devour her entire tribe.

This couldn't just be a raid. She had to burn the entire city of Nazca to the ground. So that never again, anywhere in the world, would a giant phallus statue be erected and crazy bitches start twerking—the holy land of the fanatics, Nazca, had to vanish into history.

"Huh? Who the hell is that guy?!"

This campaign, however, didn't look like it was going to be easy for Helga either. She'd clearly heard that Helen of Greece had abandoned Nazca…

"That pussy over there? The bitch who burned down Miya's temple?"

Some strange man, getting his cock sucked by Miya, was pointing a finger at her. It was a situation Helga simply could not comprehend.

The sacred Queen of Nazca… is selling her body to a man to protect her city?!

Sadly, Helga's barbarian horde wasn't equipped to go up against an army from a civilized nation like that. She'd been harassing Nazca with peace of mind because Greece had pulled out… but the bastard now standing as Miya's dark knight commanded a force even more powerful than Helen's.

The real problem, though, was inside Helga's own barbarian ranks.

It was a strategy made possible by High Priestess Miya and the female faithful of Nazca twerking their hearts out. All that surplus Faith produced by the religious city-state of Nazca—Han Min-guk turned every last bit of it back on the enemy.

It was the first time in Helga's life that she felt fear.

I-I'm scared!

In front: Hannamguk's hoplites and archers. Behind: the Phallus Worship Fanatics of her own barbarian tribe. Helga, who'd gotten cocky and ended up sandwiched, already had a bad feeling about this.

If I lose here… what happens to me?!

She had a pretty good idea—and she absolutely did not want to know. Helga was seized by that peculiar feeling.