CH 65

The flickering flame was the only light that illuminated the presence in the shadows in the inner sanctum of the somber church, where not even sunlight could reach.

The echoes of the chanting filled the place. But the repeated rumbling chanting has something more than the severity of the scripture, its like a slimy, writhing worm--

"Ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

It was the sound of a woman's charming voice.

Furthermore, the voice belongs to a girl who still retains some youthful innocence.

The torch flicked.

The girl was on a circular platform. Her age was most likely that of a teenager. Her long blonde hair was fluttering, her lips opened, and her voice was an unrestrained groan.

The platform on which she lay was an altar of sanctuary.

Surrounding the girl was a group of people in black robes, sitting on the floor and chanting verses. They could see every inch of the girl's beauty.

The altar was covered with a soft mattress.

If Desmond sees it, he'll say that this is like a love hotel bed.

"Huh, ah, ahhhhh! so good, it feels good!"

The girl's fingers were touching her private part. The other hand was digging into her heaving breast, toying with and rubbing the pinkish flower bud.

The wet sound was leaking out from her private part. The thin, golden pubic hair made it clear that she didn't experience a man yet. The girl's fingers kneaded the inside of her lower lips, causing them to twitch and drip out honey.

Her hips buckled up, causing her body to arch like a bridge.

*Squish* *Squish* *Squish*

The honey pot squirted out its lascivious liquids, leaving a wet spot on the bed sheet that covered the altar.

Her golden eyebrows furrowed, her blue eyes watering, and her slack mouth spilled out drool that oozed with a certain sweetness and fragrance.

"Haaaah, aaaah, so good......no, it's coming..... almost there! huuuuu!!~~"

The finger that dipped into her honey pot was wriggling adeptly. She also reached her fine hand to squeeze the pink pearl that swelled up and showed its cute little head.

"Aaaah! Haaaa, hah, so good, so good!"

With each thrust, her hips bucked more and more violently. Her blond locks twisted and flailed like a snake that urged her to become more and more lecherous.

*Splat*  *Splat*  *Splat*

More and more droplets of honey spurted from the girl's slit.

The overlapping echoes of chanting penetrated her flesh, causing her skin, blood, flesh, organs, bones, and womb to shake, trembling her body from within.

Keeping her finger in her private, the girl shudders, her limbs stiffening, her eyes rolling up.

The torches continue to flick across her white body. She felt the gazes of those surrounding her. Every part of her body is exposed. The woman continued to drip her fingers into the inside of her body.

Her whole body was sweating.

A woman's lust was overflowing, enough to make even a young girl like her squirm.

Yet, there was not the slightest hint of lust in any of their eyes as they watched her. Only awe, solemnity, pity, and sadness for those who have been chosen by "God".

She, the holy saint, a holy maiden chosen by "God" wholeheartedly takes on the carnal desires that might have befallen them and shows the horror of such desires through her own body.

This innocent and pure woman, she displays such shameful and vile behavior once she has surrendered to the carnal desire,  the lust of the flesh is truly a horrifying thing.

Not even a brute behaves in such a manner.

Truly the act of an animal.

If sexual lust still remained in this world, no matter how well-trained a high priest might be, their snake wouldn't be able to resist the lasciviousness of a holy, lewd, holy maiden.

But it has none.

No matter how much the seductive girl in front of them sprinkled lewd aromas, moaned, and squirmed, it was impossible for their bodies to respond to them.

They just continued to solemnly chant the scripture.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh~~~~!"

The bodies of the girl began to twitch and spasm violently.

A black-robed figure approached the altar somberly, holding up a golden cup.

Like a clergyman bowing before God.

The voice of the chanting is increasingly louder, low and deep, but nothing overshadows the white and golden hair maiden whose charms are glistening in the torchlight. This was not a dark ritual but rather a sacred one. They're wearing black robes just to reflect their position.

The person holding the chalice moved reverently near the saint's crotch, which was opened into a M shape. It glistened enchantment in the light of the flames. For generations, this golden chalice had held the unclean secretions of many holy maidens.

The holy maiden spread her legs wide, thrusting her hips out as she went into her final spurt.

*Splish* *Splish*

*Splat* *Splat*

The echoes of the chant intensify, and the girl's charming voice echoes loudly.

*Swish*

and the torch crackle.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, I-I-it's coming coming coming coming coming coming---"

The holy maiden shuddered, and her lovely, innocent flesh--which had been prepared by her nightly <holy duties> was now blazingly red. her small petals now exposed for everyone to see.

*plop♡*

Her virgin flesh was spread out and the flame of the torch make it look like a piece of glistening fruit, even the proof of her innocence was fully visible. It was soaked, dripping, and burning red.

Receiving it was the <sex chalice> which had been continuously refined by the water of many saints of the past, projected her flirtatious flesh, including her virgin membrane.

Her blue eyes caught its reflection. The sight was too indecent even for the eyes of the girl who was dazed by pleasure, yet it was of herself, a servant of "God".

Instantly, the remaining shreds of reason in the girl sparked.

She sees everything. Her vagina that was soaked wet and redden from pleasure, her virgin membrane that had not yet been broken, her pink anus, her wiggling hips, her erect nipples, And, the female with that making a silly face.

All the high priests stared at it with awe and pity in their eyes.

There is no lust in them.

However, for God's chosen saint, it's a different matter.

"No, no......"

Don't look.

Please look.

Don't come.

Please come closer.

Stop.

Please.

---- more.

"Aaaaaaahhhh~~~~!"

The sex chalice raised up toward the pubic area as the saint dam exploded.

Psshhhhhh, nectar gushed out.

*Splash* *Splaaaash*!

It was a powerful squirt.

The saint's belly was jerking and giving flirtatious spasms.

The one holding the cup has his black robe soaked with holy fluid, yet, he received it reverently without flinching.

The saint was breathing heavily in a state of euphoria, her cherry-red shoulders lift up and down.

Her nipples were erect, her sweat-soaked limbs turning weak as her labia twitched.

*Squish* *Squish*

The remains of her dirty juice were spilling onto the sheets.

The one who had received the holy water respectfully held up the cup, drew it back, and then pressed their lips against it and gulped.

"A, aaa..."

With a shudder, the holy maiden's limbs jerked.

The cup was passed to those surrounding the altar, one after the other.

*gulp*

*gulp*

Their throat is making a sound with the liquid of the saint.

"Hah, ha, ha......"

The saint, who was now being served her own holy water, had a blush on her cheeks. Her blue eyes were moist but her drooling mouth was upturned.

The source was beginning to secrete new nectar again. She plunged her upper body down onto the sheets and raised her buttocks high, revealing her blushing slit.

She stretched out her finger.

and sank it in.

*Squish* *Squish*

"Ah, ah..."

Immediately, the wet, lewd sound resumed, and the girl's uncontrollable moaning filled the space.

*gulp*

*gulp*

Those around her drink the holy water, making the girl their accessory. However, there is no such thing as a lustful desire among them except for the saint.

This was a sacred ceremony.

She was chosen by a "god" to have carnal cravings. The concept that normally degrades human beings into beasts. Humans are prone to sin, and it is God's mercy that has taken away the sin of "carnal desire" that allows people to remain free from making more sins.

Only the holy maidens knew what "lust" and "sexual desire" are.

Like anyone else, she cannot make those who see her feel "lust" for her.

But still.

They behold her shameful and deviant state.

Nothing will ever match the image of "sin" than to have such a pure and innocent face so thoroughly smeared with lust, to have one's finger repeatedly reach into the private places of the body. All the priests that swallow her gushing holy fluids are staring at her and thinking.

Thank you, God, for saving us.

She is the "saint" who was chosen to show the embodiment of "sin" with her own body.

And by taking the "sin" leaked from the "saint" into their bodies, they had proved that they are the holy servants of "God".

This was the most sacred sacrament and teaching handed down in the <Eros church>

The sound of the holy maiden panting, the wet sound, and the sound of cracking fire entwine.

They may have used the word "eros" but they have no idea what it means, regardless of whether it is vulgar or perverse. They call themselves the "Eros church" and as servants of "God" they are nothing but a devout believers who are subject to "sin."

"Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh!"

She was on all fours, her upper body sprawled on the sheet, her buttocks raised high, her slender white body trembled and quivered  in the Pose of <female asking for copulation>

Her lower abdomen twitched.

The sweet, sour, and fragrant scent of the saint's virgin liquid soaked the sheets.

Saint Christina Arnest.

And That is her holy sinful task.

"Haa......."

After finishing her holy duties, Christina cleansed herself and returned to her room. It was a simple room, designed for the purpose of maintaining purity and simplicity. There was only a bed, a desk, a chair, and a modest dresser.

It was more like a servant's room than a saint's room, even if the residence was large.

she lets out one gloomy sigh.

Her cute, melancholy face makes one want to care and love her - but this beautiful girl is not thinking about love at all....

She wears an elegant white robe embroidered with gold silk, and her hair, which reaches her waist, is clean, pure, and untainted. When the golden hair rubbed against Her robe, one could almost imagine hearing the sound of the beautiful strings. She has the face of a lovely 14-year-old girl that still retains innocence, which promises that she will grow into an extremely beautiful woman in the future. But then again, her moist blue eyes and cherry-red white cheeks already exuded a woman's sex appeal that could be described as alluring.

The lingering scent of the sacred task was still lingering in the immature girl's body.

--Aaah, it was so embarrassing.

--But it feels so good.......

She ran her white fingers over her breasts and tried to fondle them. Her still-developed breasts were not something that can catch the eye once they were wrapped in the thick robe. --But the breath that escaped her lips was not one of sensuality but of sorrow. The same thing happened when she tried it on her abdomen.

"I want it........" a sad voice slipped out.

"That feels nice, but it's not enough..."

Christina began to roll up the hem of her robe. The girl's legs are thin. The cloth covering it was as white as the robe, but more exquisite and decorated with intricate patterns of gold threads like a work of art. The girl's fingers crawled along her thigh. Her tender fingers plucked at the silk- a touch that she herself thought was disgusting.

"No, I can't, I can't feel it......."

Sadly, the girl's slender fingertips slip and crawl to the place where she is supposed to feel pleasure. But it does not give her the sensation she desires. She feels a sense of immorality from doing something so immodest at first, but the heightened excitement only makes the sadness worse.

There, it was protected by holy underwear which could be described as saintly.

In order for her to give her holy duty, she had to accumulate feeling and release it. Currently, there was no burning passion that consumed and made her writhe. But because of this, the existence of something smoldering deep in her is becoming more and more apparent........

A holy relic. The <holy underwear> and <holy bra> were woven from sacred cloth, designed to block out sexual stimulation to the wearer and to discourage any indecent behavior except when it was permitted. -She wears them -- she was forced to wear them. So that she won't be carried away by her carnal desires, as a saint chosen by the god Eros, she has to carry the flame of lust in her body.

She is unable to release the heat until she is undressed by the Pope personally during the ritual. Underneath her body, the sacred chamber was tormented by a constant hunger for pleasure - she was not allowed to undress even for bathing or excretion.

The relic always kept her clean regularly applying 【Clean】 and 【Purification】on her. There are rumors that the saint never uses the restroom, a notion that praises her hygiene and is undoubtedly correct in the fact that she does not.

She pondered what their response would be if they discovered that, as a sort of retaliation, she has gotten into the habit of releasing it during an important ceremony?

"Aah!"

Christina groaned sadly and touched the center of her "holy underwear." even though she knew it was futile. She wants to do it, She wants to do it so much, she can't stand it.

With her inexperienced body, the Holy Maiden of the Eros church burns herself in a lustful flame.

Then, suddenly, an epiphany came to her.

A message - a prophecy from "God".

She hurriedly adjusted her dress and kneeled down. Her heart, which had been fogged with pink mist is now clear.

"Yes, everything is according to the will of Lord Eros."

Saint Christina Arnest rose to her feet in reverence. She is no longer a young woman struggling over her "carnal passions," but an Eros church saint, an earthly servant of the god Eros. Her beautiful blue eyes now focused on a mission from "God."

"I will find those whose origins are related to Eros right away."