The Necro Messiah's Devotion -7-
“Aa.. my Lord…”
To ordinary ears, it sounded like babyish babble—“Hau”—but I could hear the true meaning laced within. The title embedded in her words was something straight out of a priest's mouth, the kind they'd use for the god they worship.
“Aaa…”
I eyed the freshly made undead. She still retained much of the original saint's nun outfit, veil included, but aside from the sleeves on her arms, she was practically naked. What she wore was just those sleeves, a garter belt, stockings, a curtain-like scrap barely covering her pussy, and black heart-shaped nipple patches over her tits. It was the polar opposite of the saint's modest robes that had shrouded her body head to toe—extreme exposure, utterly vulgar. She looked less like a saint and more like a whore cosplaying as clergy. Exactly as I'd designed her.
-Thud!!
“Aa, my Lord.. the great one who bestows eternal immortality equally upon all.. your lowly servant beholds your holiness…”
The newborn Necro Messiah dropped to her knees before me at once, clasping her hands in prayer as she showered me with praises. Her eyes gleamed with fanatic faith bordering on madness, a burning zeal for her new god. She looked different from the original Maria now. The source had been the epitome of saintly piety and grace, but the Necro Messiah shared her serene, chaste beauty while exuding something darker, more alien, more lascivious. And that made her all the more appealing.
“Yeah, nice to meet you too.”
Guess I should name her.
Necro Messiah… Messiah… Sia?
It hit me just like that.
“From now on, your name is Sia.”
“Aa!! To bestow a name upon this wretched servant!! How merciful you are!!”
At my words, the eerie vibe vanished completely, and Sia flashed a pure, joyful smile without a trace of shadow.
“This Sia!! The name bestowed by my Lord!! I vow to dedicate every bone, every drop of blood, to honor it!!”
“No need for that. Everything about you has been mine since the moment you were born.”
Who the fuck claims ownership twice over something they already own?
-Slurp
“Indeed. This lowly flesh and soul are eternally my Lord's possession.. I exist solely for my Lord.”
Sia smiled blissfully and lewdly licked her own lips. Her hands stayed clasped in prayer, her speech archaic and dignified with pious reverence, but the meaning underneath dripped with depraved fanaticism and utter submission.
A zealot, huh..
Unlike my other Living Death servants who served me as their master, Sia worshipped me as a god. She had her own unique charm.
Having a beautiful fanatic serve me feels.. weirdly good.
Zealots in my past life? Only a few stuck in my memory: those Middle Eastern old codgers from some assassin cult, the Vatican priest who pulled a sword from his sleeve, or the Russian Orthodox battle nuns sent to kill me. Those were the ones who gave me a fun fight. Especially that priest—we ended in a draw, a real thrill. Point is, a gorgeous zealot worshipping me? Fucking hot.
-Throb!!
My dick hardened without even seeing anything slutty.
“Aa!!”
Her eyes widened in awe.
“My Lord's holy staff that shall guide this servant..!!”
Her wide eyes slowly returned to normal, now smoldering with strange heat.
“Haa.. haa..♥ Just looking at it sets my body ablaze… so holy..♥”
Simply staring at my cock had Sia breathing hot and heavy like a religious fanatic lost in rapture—or a bitch in heat. She didn't even need to breathe, but there she was, gaze scorching. It stroked my dark urge to dominate.
“You're the reason my dick's throbbing. Take responsibility.”
“Aa!! Even to stand at your feet fills me with ecstasy!! To grant deeper grace!!”
Her face alight with rapture, Sia crawled forward on her knees toward my raging hard-on.
“Whether this foolish flesh can satisfy my Lord, I know not!! But I shall gladly heed your command!!”
-Smooch!!
Despite her worried words, her eyes sparkled with anticipation and joy at the chance to serve as she gingerly kissed the tip of my glans.
“Alright, first…”
-Slide
After the cock-kiss, Sia drew even closer—close enough that…
-Squish squish
…my dick slipped between her massive tits, her pubic mound squashing her breasts flat. Smaller than Friss the Death Priest's, but where Friss's were overwhelmingly soft, Sia's were soft and insanely elastic for their size, full of bounce.
“Aa, holy staff. Up close, it's even more beautiful..”
Gazing at my cock poking out from between her tits, Sia admired it like a devout believer beholding a sacred relic.
“I pray to my Lord's divine staff.”
-Squeeze!!
Sia clasped her hands in prayer again. Her arms pressed in from the sides, compressing those huge tits around my dick in a tight, elastic grip.
“Now I shall cleanse my Lord's staff with the cloth that absorbs your sweat.♥”
“Mm!!”
No need to ask what “cloth” she meant.
-Slide
Sia released her prayer pose and grabbed her tits with both hands.
“The vile saliva to purify my Lord's staff..♥ Droool♥”
-Drip
She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and drooled onto my protruding cockhead. Thick, sticky strands connected her tongue to my glans, glistening with viscous shine.
“Droool”
-Drip
She drenched it until it was soaked, overflowing.
“Hehe”
-Squeeze!!
-Squish squish!!
Sia gripped her tits harder, squeezing my dick again. Then…
-Schlick!! Schlick!!
…she started rubbing furiously. Her soft, bouncy mega-tits ground mercilessly against my saliva-slick cock, churning out lewd wet sounds.
-Squeak squeak!!
Her taut, smooth skin scrubbed my dick like a real cloth polishing an object—but way sluttier.
-Whoosh whoosh!!
-Schlick!! Schlick!!
Those destructively voluptuous tits shook wildly.
-Squelch!! Squelch!!
-Splurch!! Splurch!!
Sometimes both tits moved in sync, sometimes they alternated, her sheer mass engulfing my cock completely. Needless to say, my dick couldn't survive that violent tit-fuck unscathed.
-Squelch!! Squelch!!
Lewd squelches filled the ruined Luminus temple, and soon…
“Gonna cum.”
“Yes!! Please!! Grace this filthy, slutty hole—unworthy even to call a mouth, existing only to praise and serve my Lord—with your blessing!!♥”
Her pleading eyes and words begged for my load. It ignited my domination kink again; my cock twitched uncontrollably.
“Hau!! My Lord!!”
Sia, mid-chant of praise, engulfed my glans.
-Slurp lick
Her tongue inside thrashed wildly, licking the head and prodding my piss-slit like it was milking cum. Her moist lips contrasted her slick, flexible tongue, double-teaming my tip. Then—
-Spurt!!!
I blasted hard into her mouth. Thick, gooey semen flooded her, turning it milky white without mercy.
“Gulp!! My Lord!! Gulp!!♥”
But Sia sucked it down greedily, cheeks hollowing, determined not to spill a drop despite the volume. Maybe from the El Cuero material, but this non-combat Necro Messiah guzzled like Kangjang or Dena—insanely fast.
-Drip
Some overflowed inevitably. My leveling-up stamina now overwhelmed even Dena, the tankiest Living Death, who couldn't swallow every load anymore.
“Gulp!! Gulp!!”
Her puffed cheeks deflated as she swallowed, eyes glazing in semen-induced bliss.
“Pha!!”
She released my glans, mouth open—my cum still pooled inside. Classic post-blowjob sight, always satisfying.
“My Lord's noble holy essence.. this Sia has safely preserved it.♥”
-Slide
-Wipe wipe
Sia disentangled her tits, face ecstatic, and tenderly stroked her belly like it held something precious.
-Slide
Then she circled behind me cautiously, squatting in a deep squat. From the back, unlike her barely-there front coverage, her skin was almost fully exposed. Her plump, moon-like pale ass gleamed, seductively reflecting light.
-Squeeze!!
Not satisfied, Sia grabbed both cheeks and spread them wide.
-Drip
As one of my Living Death, she absorbed my mana from the cum—her pussy dripped visibly, slick strands trailing to the floor.
-Wiggle!! Wiggle!!
But she wasn't done; she spread her legs a bit and thrust her hips and ass wildly.
“Aa, my Lord!! I am but a vessel for your will.♥”
-Wobble wobble!!
-Whoosh whoosh!!
Her massive ass and tits jiggled lewdly, leaving afterimages of pure obscenity. Her eyes burned with sexual arousal, fanatical faith, religious ecstasy.
“This flesh exists only to serve you!! The act of service is salvation. ♥”
-Thrust thrust!!
“Please fill this cloth to wrap your staff and this holy chalice that stores your essence with your massive, thick grace!!♥”
Her words and phrasing could come from sacred hymns, but the meaning was sluttier than any whore's plea—desperate, obscene begging. The contrast between elegant speech and filthy intent fueled excitement and taboo thrill. Shaking her ass and tits while spewing that? Like a beast in desperate rut, begging to mate.
“Grrr!! Can't hold back!! I'll fill that pussy with grace!!”
“Aa!! Please!!♥”
I pounced on her like a tiger.