Chapter 354: More Worship

I didn't answer my own question right away. I really did have to think about it. But not at the moment.

Instead, I walked.

With a lewd, confident grin, I walked toward the altar, my bare feet making no sound on the cool stone floor. The chalice was now empty, the worship of my seed complete, and the women were still, lost in their own blissful state of surrender. I could feel it—like a presence in the room, in the very walls, hanging above the very floor. Their lust was palpable, radiating like waves from their supple skin.

I was gaining divinity from their act of worship, and I liked it. I was on the verge of losing myself, almost giving up control, and just joining the slutty ceremony.

But, of course, I need to control myself.

"..."

Sorry, I failed... hehe.

They hadn't noticed me yet. They were still trapped inside the ecstasy, so blissfully enslaved by their own pleasure that they couldn't even see the divine being who stood before them, about to claim their devotion firsthand.

But the she-dog… She saw me. Her ears perked, her tail gave a little wag. She was the first to realize that I wasn't just watching from the sidelines anymore. I had entered the fray, ready to participate.

I reached the altar, a raised platform of polished obsidian and gold, its surface still warm from the recent rituals. Without a word, I simply sat down, my legs parting to the side, my divine pussy glowing with a need only a god could feel. I leaned back on my hands, my back arching, my entire being a silent, unmoving invitation.

I presented myself.

Not like a queen.

Like an offering.

"Come," I whispered. "Worship."

They heard me.

Not just with their ears—but with their souls.

The word carried through the air like divine thunder, soft and low yet shaking the very essence of the temple. 'Come,' I had said. And they did in both meanings of the word.

Luna's head jerked upward first, her silver hair plastered to her face with sweat and cum. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, mouth still glistening from the earlier act of worship. She saw me. Not just her mother. Not just her goddess. But the very embodiment of everything holy and depraved.

Liliana followed, her lips parted in awe. Samantha whimpered aloud the moment her eyes landed on me, and I felt it—an orgasm not of the body, but of the spirit, pulsing from her like incense.

The she-dog didn't hesitate. She crawled forward on all fours, tongue lolling, tail wagging, every part of her vibrating with eager submission.

A good girl. My good bitch.

They surrounded me.

They devoured me.

Luna pressed her lips to my left thigh, kissing the soft flesh just beside my glowing pussy. Samantha mirrored her on the right. Liliana bowed low between my legs, her breath hot against my cock as she exhaled a shaky prayer.

Then—worship began.

Liliana's tongue lapped up the length of my shaft, slow and reverent like she was licking the spine of a holy text. She moaned with each motion, shuddering as my divine taste filled her senses.

Luna nuzzled her face against my pussy, the tip of her tongue teasing my folds, drawing wet circles that made me twitch and sigh. Her breath was shallow, as if inhaling the scent of my arousal was all she needed to survive.

Samantha's hands ran over my thighs, stroking them lovingly while her lips kissed the base of my cock like she was honoring a sacred relic.

The she-dog licked my feet, nosing my toes, then moved downward, lapping at the floor beneath me where my divine fluids had already begun to drip. She moaned, tail wagging fast, hips swaying—so happy, so obedient, so perfect.

"Oh… yes," I gasped, letting my head roll back, silver hair cascading behind me like a river of moonlight. "That's it…"

Every lick, every moan, every tremble of their worshipping bodies added to me. I could feel it. The divine feedback loop of power and devotion.

They were my chosen.

My sluts of holiness.

My divine fuck-saints.

Their tongues were my prayers. Their orgasms, my hymns.

And I? I was the religion.

I lifted my hips, just slightly, giving Liliana full access. Her lips wrapped around my cock's tip as though she'd trained her whole life for this. I twitched against her tongue. Luna's moan vibrated against my pussy as her own orgasm spilled down her thighs just from licking me.

They were lost in me—and I, in them.

It didn't stop.

It couldn't.

Reverence gave way to madness. Divine, desperate, addicting madness.

Liliana swallowed me slowly, her throat welcoming the shape of my cock like she was made for it. Her moans turned guttural, possessed. She gagged only to pull back with tears in her eyes and a smile that was far too serene for what she was doing.

She didn't care. None of them did.

They were past the point of mortal comprehension now.

Luna was trembling, her nails clawing lightly at my hips as she rubbed her cheek against my folds, like a cat in heat, intoxicated by my presence. She was still orgasming. A slow, rolling climax that had long passed pain and circled right back into divinity.

Samantha was crying now. Beautiful tears. Her lips kissed my cock like it was a wounded god in need of gentle adoration. She mouthed along the base, pressing her face into the place where Liliana's lips met my shaft, nuzzling and moaning with holy jealousy.

And the she-dog? Gods. She was humping the floor. Tongue out, eyes rolled back, drooling like the pet she truly was. Every time her nose found a drop of my essence, she moaned like she'd been given salvation. She worshipped me. I was the deity.

I didn't move. I didn't need to.

They were doing all the work for me—my devoted, my zealots, my perfect little worshippers. Their tongues and lips and trembling hands were an extension of my will, their pleasure a sacrament offered in my name.

Liliana's throat convulsed around my cock, her tears streaking down her cheeks as she choked herself deeper, harder, her fingers digging into my thighs like she was clinging to the edge of paradise. She pulled back only to gasp, her voice ragged with devotion.

"Goddess—!"

The word was a prayer, a plea, a surrender.

I smirked, lazily dragging my fingers through her golden hair before fisting it tight, forcing her back down. She moaned, her body shuddering, her throat fluttering as she took me deeper.

"Good girl."

Luna's tongue was relentless, flicking and circling my clit with the precision of a high priestess performing the most sacred of rites. Her own thighs were soaked, her arousal dripping onto the altar beneath us, adding the moisture to the divine essence I keep spilling.

I arched beneath her, my pussy pulsing, my cock twitching in Liliana's mouth.

"Fuck," I breathed, my voice dripping with divine amusement. "You're all so eager for me, aren't you?"

Samantha answered by pressing her lips to the base of my shaft, kissing it like a sinner begging for absolution. Her hands slid up my hips, her thumbs pressing into the crease where thigh met pussy, massaging with reverent desperation.

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Let us—let us taste more—!"

"Hahaha," I laughed, low and dark, the sound vibrating through the temple like a hymn.

"Greedy little sluts," I mused, rolling my hips just enough to feel Liliana gag around me, to hear Luna's muffled whimper against my folds. "But who am I to deny my most faithful?"

She whimpered, nodding frantically, her tail thumping against the floor.

"Then beg... all of you."

"!!!" A shudder ran through her—through all of them. Their worship stuttered, their breath catching in unison, their bodies trembling at the command.

And then—

"P-Please!" Samantha sobbed, her lips still pressed to my cock. "Please, Goddess, let us worship you—let us drown in you—!"

"Hmm~" Liliana moaned around my cock, her throat working in silent, desperate agreement.

Luna's tongue plunged deeper, her fingers spreading my folds wider, her own hips grinding against nothing as if she could fuck the very air in her need.

The she-dog howled.

I sighed, tilting my head back, my body alight with their devotion, their hunger, their madness.

"Fine," I purred. "Since you asked so nicely."

And then—

I let go.

"I'm Cummming!!!"

My orgasm crashed through me like a divine storm, my pussy clenching, my cock pulsing, my essence spilling into their waiting, worshipful mouths. All of my essences rushed out, from the cum of my cock to the milk of my breasts, and last but not least, my pussy juice. I kept coming. Soaking them with my divinity.

And since I use my mana to keep producing these lovely juices, the amount was too much for them. It was like trying to drink water from a violent river. My fluids were pouring around them as much as inside.

By the end, the entire main hall was transformed into a holy swimming pool. And every single one of them had a massive pregnant belly filled to the brim with my juices.

"Hahaha," I just laughed... horny but with a weird mixture of pride and happiness. "Love you all."

"We... Love you... Too."

Too tired, but they managed to say those simple yet beautiful words. Then I leaned and picked up Liliana, transferring some of my mana to her. She instantly woke up.

"Liliana," I whispered softly in her ears. "What can you tell me about the Heavens?"

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