Chapter 12: Festival (Noa - Hypnotic Prayer Masturbation♥) (1)
People often say that divine punishment comes from the heavens. And that's the truth. Those who don't believe in the Goddess's church... and yet commit sins anyway. The Goddess doesn't leave such people be—she brings down her iron rod upon them.
Sometimes, there are those who seem to live well despite their sins. Seeing them, there are fools who blabber, "Surely no god exists."
'Sinful, brainless idiots who ignore the Goddess and live only by the desires of their flesh.'
'They'd be better off dead...'
Truly loathsome creatures. Noa, pristine and righteous, despises them enough to want to chew them up and spit them out.
Those arrogant fools might not realize it, but divine punishment does exist. Isn't she herself—someone like Noa—the sword of the Goddess?
She is the Goddess's sword. She is the Goddess's iron rod.
She has the right to sever the necks of sinners. It is her duty. She cannot leave the wicked alone. She must cut their heads off herself. After all, she herself is justice, the very heavenly punishment sent by the Goddess.
'King Gaon too. Lete as well.'
'King Gaon's territory, his nation—same thing.'
When she first met him, she'd thought him the King of Ruin and tried to execute him. Even now, unsure of his true identity, she's holding off on judgment.
But even if he's not the King of Ruin, she can't assume he's safe forever. If he ever crosses the line, she'll become the Goddess's iron rod and sever his head at any moment. Whether she can defeat his guards or not is secondary.
...
"That's how it is—no issues at all. Got it? This is the same church you've always known."
Lete's words reached her, and Noa nodded without suspicion. More than that, her mind felt floaty and pleasant right now. Any oddities in the church's atmosphere, decorations, or statues? She couldn't care less anymore.
Just moments ago, in that chapel. In front of the statue, Noa had stood naked. Arms raised behind her head, exposing her armpits, she'd listened to Lete's whispers from point-blank range as those hands fondled her pussy.
Her hazy eyes had long lost their spark of intellect.
Gaon and Lilith, who at first watched delightedly from a step away, soon joined in—stroking her lower belly, pinching her nipples, toying with her body.
"Listen to my words, Noa the holy knight."
"Only mine and Lord Gaon's words are truth."
"Don't think for yourself. You're just confused, caught in the devil's illusions."
With every word from Lete, doubts drained from Noa's mind like water through a sieve. Noa, with her steadfast faith, gradually came to see being held and defiled by this unknown man—whom she worshiped as the Goddess—as perfectly natural.
'Ah... come to think of it, that man... he looks just like...'
'Not just similar—he's identical... to King Gaon...'
Someone identical to Gaon was ravishing the Goddess. Stripping her clothes, groping her body rudely, thrusting his cock into her secret folds.
Yet she couldn't deem it blasphemous. This place had to look like the sacred chapel it always was. It must look that way.
Once Lete's hypnosis had taken hold just right, Lilith whispered into her other ear, grinning like it was the best game ever—treating the Goddess's holy knight like a toy.
"Knight, oh knight. How does a holy knight pray normally? Can you show us? Let us hear it?"
Noa nodded and slowly assumed the position. Kneeling before the statue, hands clasped together.
Her prayer was the usual: salvation for the church's followers on this land, and for more people to become devotees of the Goddess. It also included repentance—for thoughts and actions the Goddess might deem unworthy.
"Hnnngh... ugh... Goddess... you wish... no, you disapprove... eek!♡ Impure, obscene... ngh... thoughts...♡ I had... ahhhn!♡"
Even as she repented her obscene words and thoughts, hands roamed her body ceaselessly. Lilith's stroked her ass and breasts; Lete's plunged in and out of her pussy.
Droplets trickled from her pussy between her kneeling thighs, splattering marks on the floor.
Lilith asked if naughty thoughts or acts were sins. Noa, still in prayer pose, murmured agreement.
"Weird, huh? The old geezers at the top of the church love that stuff."
"...No... way..."
"For real, though. Oh wait, maybe not the place for church talk? But it's true~."
"Ugh..."
"Hehe, kidding. Not all of them. The Pope, though... hehe, maybe stop there. God, your face just makes me wanna bully you."
Lilith pulled away from Noa, then returned with something from the side—the nameless male god statue from the ritual earlier. Where its head should've been missing was now a face identical to Gaon's. And bizarrely, below was a phallic shape, complete with ridges, hard and lifelike.
"Alright, time for a new prayer method, little holy knight. Lift that ass higher for easy access. On all fours like a dog?"
Noa obeyed. Lilith stroked her ass, then sucked the statue-dildo into her mouth—slurp, slurp.
Even briefly, it was coated in thick saliva. Succubus aphrodisiac spit.
Gripping the statue-head like a handle, Lilith stabbed the dildo into Noa's pussy like a knife.
It slid in effortlessly, swallowed whole.
"Heek!♡"
"Deep enough? Feels like more could fit... Good. It's in nice. Now, move."
The deeply embedded dildo began thrusting back and forth inside her. Though statue and shaft were stone, some special enchantment coated it—no pain, just waves of pleasure crashing over her. Noa writhed mindlessly.
Soon, Lilith handed it over: "Do it yourself."
Noa gripped the statue-handle carefully with both hands, stabbing and stirring her own pussy relentlessly.
Her upper body half-raised on her knees, hands clasped—it barely differed from her prayer pose moments ago. Just that her hands were between her thighs, masturbating furiously, and her pious prayers had turned to bitchy moans.
"Gotta pray too, pray."
"Ah... ngh... y-yes...♡ Goddess...♡ so... ugh...♡♡ Today too, naughty thoughts... heee... happening... right now, feeling it... punish... haaah... hnnngh...♡♡"
She somehow kept praying, never stopping her masturbating hands. Lete and Lilith teased her mind, urging harder prayer—pinching nipples, spanking ass.
Gaon, bored of groping the other dazed priestesses, finally approached Noa. He shoved the cock—still slick from those priestesses' pussies—into her mouth.
Noa kept murmuring prayers around it, sucking obediently. Her prayer form was barely intact, but at least she stayed kneeling.
"Mmmphhh...!!"
Finally, impaled on the statue-dildo, Noa climaxed. After her third orgasm like that, Gaon pumped his load into her mouth.
The thick semen scent made Noa sigh in ecstasy. The erotic tattoo on her lower belly faintly glowed, revealing itself.
Too much cum—she couldn't swallow it all. It dribbled from her gaping lips, spilling over her breasts and onto the floor.
Gaon pulled out after finishing. Noa, unbidden, rolled the semen in her mouth, savoring it long before gulping it down. She coughed reflexively.
Lilith whispered dramatically in her ear.
"Oh dear, holy knight. You didn't swallow it all—now the sacred chapel floor's dirty. This okay for a holy knight?"
-No, it isn't. Can't dirty the floor.
So she had to clean it. Following Lilith's advice, Noa bent down and licked the spilled semen from the floor.
Lete snatched the statue-dildo from her hand, stabbing the bent-over Noa's pussy—poke, poke.
As Noa licked, she squirted messily. The floor, meant to be cleaned, grew filthier with her fluids.
"You dirtied it more, holy knight. Lick it all clean."
"Yes..."
Thus Noa kept bowing her head, licking the floor. Before the Goddess she worshiped.
The obscene statue: Goddess fucked by a Gaon-lookalike male god, legs spread lewdly.
Noa prone beneath, lapping the floor—it almost looked like she was licking the Goddess's obscene fluids.
Truly bizarre. Yet her faith stat rose even now. Feeling it herself, Noa couldn't question the situation.
She couldn't.