“Maybe you’ll get a homely acolyte that has to pluck her upper lip.”
“They better not,” I stated. Cartoon sex What a beautiful sight. Anoint her with your beauty and passion!”
I groaned again. My breasts heaved as my stomach tensed. The pleasure swelled through me. “Holy Pater’s cock! Then I could minister to our worshipers. I had learned decorum and propriety from my mother. Strong hands rubbed at my thighs, spreading me apart. I savored the gentle pleasure. I was one step away from being a full knight. One would be chosen by the goddess at random. The Sword of General Sekar himself, forged at the High Kings command in the days of antiquity. I shuddered as he squeezed and kneaded my flesh, his lips nipping at my labia. “Mmm, what a lovely way to wake up,” I groaned as I arched my hips. So beautiful. “It is such an honor to be chosen.
