Blasphemy (1)
"Today too, grant me the honor of offering my faith to you... Ah... and sustenance for... ngh..."
Faint moans filled the garden. Carrot knelt before the statue of Manus, praying to her god. It was her weekly little worship service. But her appearance differed from the usual. She was half-undressed.
"Ngh... ah..."
The reason for those leaking moans was Lucy, who had her head resting on Carrot's thigh. With her top off, Carrot's breasts hung downward. To support their massive size, undergarments were essential. But without them, stripped to the waist, her firm, elastic breasts—still yielding to gravity—swayed toward the ground.
Yet Carrot noticed none of this. She was under the influence of the Sound Gate. And Lucy was greedily suckling on those downward-hanging breasts.
Slurp, slurp— She rolled her tongue over the areola, then pursed her lips to suck on the stiffly erect nipple. Like a mother nursing her child. The difference? She wasn't drawing milk, but Yin Energy.
Squelch, squelch— From behind, Lua embraced Carrot, her tongue wriggling deep into Carrot's ear.
"Ah... Lady Manus... to this lamb... grr, ngh..."
Her nipple and ear pleasured at will, Carrot twitched and jerked, desperately continuing her prayer. But gasps interrupted it midway. The Sound Gate glowed brightly on her lower abdomen, which quivered. Pleasure was slowly building inside her.
Her Sound Gate was currently empty. A pink hue gradually filled the line within. Once full, the erosion rate would advance another stage. There were five stages total. Each raised her sensitivity and deepened the Sound Gate's dominance. At stage five, escape would be impossible forever. Beyond slavery, total subjugation to the master. They'd think only of their owner, crave them constantly, drool saliva and juices while begging for climax like bitches in heat.
Reaching stage five demanded immense time and devotion. But time was plentiful. The goal was to torment her relentlessly until then.
"S-Sis... haaah..."
Slurp, slurp— Lucy sucked Carrot's breasts like a madwoman. Lua, who had been ravaging her ear, pulled back briefly.
"Haa... haa... Sis..."
Mwah, mwah— Wildly aroused, she peppered kisses on Carrot's cheek. Then licked it, lavishing her nape.
Watching, Ruen eyed Carrot's kneeling ass. She wore a thin, flexible nun's habit—for worship services. The skirt clung lightly to her body. Ruen nudged it aside with her foot, revealing sopping wet panties. So drenched they were stained dark. Ruen swallowed hard.
She kicked off her sandals and extended her foot toward the panties.
Prod, prod—
"Those around me... ngh... bless with...!"
She teased the drenched pussy. The soaked panties clung to the mound, outlining the stiff clit and straight slit. Ruen's toes stimulated the twitching folds amid Lucy and Ruen's caresses.
Squelch, squelch— The heavy wetness produced sticky sounds.
"Manus... ngh... Lady... ah... ngh...!"
Even as she prayed fervently in that lewd voice, Ruen smirked.
Praying to Manus's statue right before her eyes—yet letting them suck her breasts, caress her ear, tease her pussy. Sharp moans escaped her praying lips. The Sound Gate shone, signaling accumulating pleasure.
What face would Manus make seeing this? Her creation turned so lewd and vulgar. Would divine punishment rain down?
"Ahaha... Sis, you're so slutty..."
"Ngh... hrrk... Always, your..."
Prod, prod— Teasing the pussy, Ruen licked her lips, then stroked Carrot's head and commanded.
"Sis. Pray prostrated."
"...gratitude for love... one is... ahh...!"
Carrot didn't respond. She continued praying—then rustle— prostrated herself, propping on elbows, exposing her drenched pussy as she prayed on.
"Th-This makes sucking ha-hard..."
"Sorry. But I wanna eat too."
"Tch..."
Lucy grumbled, dissatisfied, sucking her breast. But resigned, she huffed. Reluctant to give up, she nudged Carrot's arm aside from her prone position and slipped underneath. Resuming her suckling. She really loved that nipple.
With the position changed, Ruen climbed atop Carrot. She bent down, leaving hickeys all over her nape.
Lua slid the drenched panties down. Swallowed hard. Then madly lapped at the twitching, wet pussy.
Slurrrp, slurrrp— Lua slurped vulgarly. Swirling her tongue, sucking the clit, prodding the loosened hole's entrance. It wasn't developed enough for her tongue to enter fully. The pussy clenched, rejecting the intruder. But no problem. Loosen and train it slowly.
"Manus... ngh..."
The Sound Gate kept glowing, tinting the garden grass pink.
"Mmm... delicious..."
Lua devoured the pussy, absorbing Yin Energy.
"Haa... hrrk..."
Carrot's moans grew louder. The mansion was remote. No one to hear her cries. That's why they could feed on her outdoors like this.
"Manu... hiiik... hrrk... higg..."
Prayers were no longer sacred words. Just pleasant wails to sate the succubus triplets' hunger, satisfying their lust and pleasure.
"Haa... haaak..."
Nape to Ruen, breasts to Lucy, pussy to Lua. Assaulted on three fronts. Then Lua halted her busy tongue.
"Hoo, whoo... Your, love... gratitude for..."
She stared at Carrot's state mid-prayer. Breasts and pussy exposed, pussy juices drooling, saliva dripping from her gaping mouth. Utterly depraved for a cleric.
Lua grinned sinisterly.
"Hold up, everyone stop for a sec?"
"Huh?"
"Wh-Why...?"
Lua and Lucy looked puzzled.
"Got a fun idea. Get up, Sis."
Muttering prayers, Carrot rose.
Lua led her to the small Manus statue. Pressed her lower belly hard—
"Hiiik...!"
"Yeah... now, pussy... thrust forward."
She flicked the clit repeatedly.
Carrot didn't grasp what was happening. Just stared blankly at the statue with hazy eyes.
Then Lua commanded.
"Sis... pee on it."
"Grace and love... haa...?"
Carrot looked up. Blank-faced, she glanced between the statue and Lua.
"Uh..."
Prayer stopped. Processing the command. Her body trembled, lips bitten, head shaking no. Half-convulsing, pained expression. Even under Sound Gate, reason lingered. Desperately resisting.
She swallowed hard.
"N-Nooo..."
From her filthy body, noble refusal.
But Lua wouldn't allow it.
Squelch, squelch—
"Higiiik...?!"
Lua's fingers roughly rubbed the clit. Stimulating near the hole, twisting the nipple with her other hand.
"Ah, heeek... hrrk..."
She toyed with Carrot's body, piling on pleasure. Sound Gate glowed; legs quivered. Long-teased body neared climax. Juices dripped; vulgar moans spilled.
"Haa, haaak..."
Carrot bit her lip hard, wildly shaking her head. Absolutely not. This sin, at least—
Rejecting with fading reason.
But she forgot the obvious. Control was Lua's.
Snap—
"Hii, grk..."
Caresses accelerated. Lua's teeth grazed her nape. Pain-like stimulus on the heated body snapped the fragile thread.
"Eh, uhek, higik—"
Carrot wailed near-scream.
Squelch, squelch, squelch— Pussy sprayed sticky juices. Nipples rock-hard. Lower belly contracted, relaxed repeatedly.
"Now..."
Lua whispered sweetly.
"Cum..."
"Heok, heeek... hik..."
Tears welled; Carrot shook her head.
"Cum... yeah...? Pussy, feel good..."
But she knew. No escape from this hurtling pleasure. Her mind would shatter in sweet ecstasy again.
"Cum, cum... in front of your beloved Lady Manus's statue..."
"No... don't..."
"Feel good, pee on Lady Manus's statue while feeling good..."
"Th-That, nooo... nooo..."
Whispered obscenities choked Carrot; gasping, sweating profusely, legs buckled. Fists clenched tight. Tried fleeing the mad pussy-rubbing pleasure. But—
"Cum."
She couldn't resist her Sound Gate master, Lua.
"Pee while climaxing."
Spluuurt—
"Ah, uh...?"
Tidal squirt erupted first. Clear fluid soiled Manus's face.
Carrot didn't comprehend the sight. Only realized from the surging belly heat. She'd committed horrific blasphemy.
"Haa, grk... hi, hiiik... krrk...!"
Body rigid.
"Hi, hiik..."
Pleasure spread from her core; toes curled. Legs gave out, but Lua held her firm. Just endured the mind-melting bliss.
Thud, thud— Thrashing legs kicked the garden dirt. Drooling saliva, squirting endlessly, struggling futilely—
"Haa, eee..."
Then slumped limp.
Shiii—
Clear, warm liquid soaked the Manus statue. Shameful sound echoed as it drenched in her urine.
"Heeek, heeek..."
She couldn't even think to stop. Held by Ruen, peeing—
Plop—
Collapsed to the ground. Face in dirt, panting vulgarly.
Drenched Manus statue and prostrated, defiled Carrot before it. Trembling hands clasped, she prayed in a frail voice.
"La, dy Manus..."
The triplets flushed watching. The cleric who loved her god most, falling—intensely arousing. Unsated by the absorption, they surrounded the collapsed Carrot.
"Protect... us..."
The faint prayer scattered, drowned by ensuing wails.