'The Lord guides me.'
Asia looked at Altair in front of her. He was so handsome that just one glance put her in a good mood. She was glad that he didn't reject her proposal at all. It made her feel pretty. In a house full of women like Lavender and Akeno, Asia could feel insecure about her body. She was small, she knew that. Her hips weren't that wide, and her breasts didn't stick out that much.
But it was the body God gave her. A body that was created for Altair, to help him control his most primitive impulses.
Asia felt Altair's warm hand caress her cheek tenderly. She was a little surprised; she had seen that same hand slap girls when they sinned. That he could treat her with such delicacy only reaffirmed what she already knew about him.
Although she wouldn't mind receiving a slap or two if it helped him, she came prepared for anything.
Altair leaned in, and Asia held her breath. She looked at his lips right in front of hers and, without meaning to, opened her mouth to receive them. It was... magnificent. It was like that time she ate a hamburger for the first time, which quickly became her favorite food.
The sounds were a little wet, and that made her blush. She felt dizzy, as if she had been lifted to the top of a temple and dropped to the ground. How sweet the fall was. One of Altair's hands held her waist, the other went to her face, removing stray strands of hair that were in the way.
"Mmm~," she managed to utter a slight sound of pleasure.
Lavender was always loud, and he seemed to like that. So Asia would try to imitate her. She had to do her best to get him back on track.
"Oh my God!" Asia cried out as Altair's hand moved to her butt, sinking his fingers into her skin as he slid under her underwear. It was underwear she wasn't used to wearing, more for show than for covering her private parts.
"Thank God, Asia, for getting in my way," he said.
Asia felt her heart about to burst with joy. That Altair thanked God for her presence... that was so sweet. She brought her hands to Altair's chest.
Trembling, she began to unbutton his shirt. The man's skin was exposed, immaculate and perfect, worthy of God's chosen one. Asia couldn't help but worship him. She left kisses from his chest, unable to go higher due to the difference in height, to where his pants began. She ended up on her knees in front of him.
Altair had a simple leather belt. It was not pretentious; it had no gems or extravagant decorations. Altair remained humble. He did not need fancy clothes to stand out.
"I'm going... I'm going..." she gathered her courage. "I'm going to open it, may I?"
"Do your duty, Asia," Altair caressed her head, and she lost herself for a moment as she closed her eyes. Green pastures and grazing animals appeared in her mind in a moment of peace.
Her hand took the buckle of the belt and slowly undid it. It wasn't her intention to take so long, but there was little she could do to control her trembling with excitement.
'Excitement? Of course! Who wouldn't be excited to fulfill their purpose in life?' Asia said to herself as she unzipped his pants.
Black underwear. She watched as the pants began to deform, as if someone had reached underneath and was lifting them up.
She pulled down his pants, and Altair lifted his feet so she could remove them completely. Asia looked at his underwear again. She thought Altair should get new ones, bigger ones. She could see the red, bulbous tip of Altair's tool protruding from the holes in his boxers.
Finally, she removed his underwear, leaving God's gift completely exposed. She looked at it, completely shaved, and suddenly felt insecure. She had trimmed her pubic hair, but she hadn't shaved it completely. 'What if he doesn't like it? How is he going to use me if he doesn't like it?' She began to curse herself. She had seen girls who were shaved entirely; she should have done the same.
"They... keep him hard all the time," she thought as she looked at his member. It wasn't standing up like an iron bar, but it wasn't limp either.
'I have to... put it in my mouth,' she thought, clenching her fist. If he didn't like her hair, it would be best to make sure he could continue because of her skills.
She opened her mouth, not looking at the spectacle of saliva inside. She brought her face close to the tip and, to her embarrassment, thanked God for her food.
Altair tasted... good. It actually tasted salty, not unpleasantly so, but it wasn't an exotic flavor either. No, what was really good was knowing what she was doing. She was worshiping the reproductive organ of The Devil Loved by God.
Altair sighed softly. He liked it, but not enough. Asia remembered the noises she made when Harley took it entirely into her mouth.
'Maybe I'm not that good,' she thought sadly. 'Then I have to try harder,' she told herself as she opened her mouth wider.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
"Ugh!" Asia ended up coughing after taking it out of her mouth. She had tried her best, but she almost choked on it. "I'm sorry!" She was about to lean over, but he stopped her. "Please, use my mouth!" she said, opening wide and sticking out her tongue, as she had seen the girls do before.
"It's not necessary."
"It is. I need to learn how to please you properly. I failed, consider it punishment," Asia stood firm in her decision.
Altair was a gentle lover when needed, but he wasn't going to go against her wishes either. He placed the tip on Asia's tongue, then slowly inserted his cock inside. He was slow and gentle.
Gluck!
Asia lunged forward, wanting to make her intentions clear. Altair finally sighed, grabbed her by the nape of her neck, and pushed more of his cock into her throat. The girl's eyes glazed over, her throat began to burn, but Altair's moan of satisfaction brought a smile to her face.
Altair began to increase the pace; every few thrusts, he would pull his cock out and let her spit out saliva. Asia took advantage of every breath to catch her breath, hoping she could hold out longer next time.
Asia opened her eyes, suddenly her throat, already closed, became even tighter. It was as if she had put a balloon in and inflated it until it exploded. She tasted a slightly salty flavor. It was his seed, blessed seed.
Asia drank what she could, swallowing it directly down her throat and savoring what went into her mouth intensely. It was that substance for creating babies. When he finally married his women, he would be able to have beautiful children.
"How are you?" Altair asked her, pulling his member out of her mouth.
Asia quickly brought her hands to his penis, shaking it, removing the last drop of white liquid that remained attached to the flesh. She got that elixir to her mouth and tasted it.
"I'm... I'm very happy!" she smiled, her face a mess. She was a stained angelic figure. "Please. Unload all your sins on me, I'll share the burden with you," she said.
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Altair looked into the eyes of the former nun. They were bright with devotion, on the surface. Upon closer inspection, he saw something strange —it was an obsession, an obsession directed at him.
She unhooked her bra, her round, well-formed breasts exposed to Altair's view. She smiled charmingly. How was it possible that even with her face stained with semen, innocence could still be seen in her gaze?
The girl turned her back to him and, with a sensual movement that was probably unintentional, took off her panties. Altair could see her two holes with the naked eye, both pink. He could already imagine himself inside her.
Asia moved to the bed. She looked at him first, as if asking permission to climb on, and he nodded. Asia then lay down on the bed on her back. Her legs were together, but after a few seconds, she opened them to form a beautiful M. She still held her hand in front of her.
"Please, Mr. Altair. Use this pussy to unleash your lust," she said, her fingers opening her tight vagina for his delight. "It is virginal and pure, saved for years for you. Don't be considerate with me," she said seductively, her vaginal lips soaked, her eyes having a dark gleam. "Mr. Altair, enjoy God's gift."