Pleasing Our Lord

1 - Holy Worship

Love, love, LOVE- I love him. My heart sang a sweet melody of understanding and warmth for the being to which I gazed up towards. He was breathtaking, my one and only god, my Savior. I could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest filling the silence of the room, the altar, where I would demonstrate my devotion. My heart hammered, I was scared, but how could I not be? To lie with a god, to serve one such as he was a blessing high above the rest. My fellow worshipers will envy me for this experience, as they should. . .

My legs ached as my knees dug into the floor. I was kneeling down on marble tiles, my shoulders rolled back as I kept my gaze lowered. I couldn't help but fidget, nails lightly scratching over skin as I waited for his commands to wash over me. Within this altar, stain glass murals covered the walls from ceiling to floor casting the room in a rosey hue. Golden eyes pierced through my being as my god's presence bor down upon me like a predator eyeing up its meat, but I did not find that to be frightful- no he saw his followers as weak and so he must protect them. . . I am only a lamb, scared and frail, if he does not pray on me, mold me to be stronger. . . he is not a true god.

"Come." His voice cut through my very core, a heavy pant leaving my lips as I leaned forward onto my hands. I was swift in my motions, not wanting to make him wait as I now kneeled between his legs. My head lolled to the side as my cheek pressed up against his thigh. He was adorned in simple clothing, unfit to leave this chamber in, but allowing easier access to parts he picks for my worship, to be blessed by his holy body and consume a part of him. "Such a good thing." He mused down at me, my heart swelling as a hand reached out to rest on my head. My god was so kind, to praise me for such a simple thing. . . I'm so lucky.

A lewd sound made its way from my lips, my eyelashes fluttering close. I didn't hold back my voice, for I was instructed to give myself, all of myself, to him. Who am I to deny him such human pleasures? I could still feel his eyes, now raking over my figure. I was unclothed, my hair tied back into a high ponytail with multiple braids starting at the front and curving back into a beautiful display. Light makeup adorned my face, red eyeliner painted right below my water line flicking up into an alluring point, allowing my gaze to suit our lord's taste more precisely. My lips were also brushed in with dark reds, the imperfections more apparent as darker hues seeped into the cracks. . . he seemed to love adore my flaws, seeing as none of them were removed, bust instead inhanced. . . our god is too kind.

I could feel his fingers intertwined with my hair, pulling at it, disturbing the handiwork of the others in order to gain a better grasp- but they would not mind. With one swift motion, he pulled my head forward towards his crotch, his voice ringing out once again, "Please me." My lower half melted, butterflies dancing around in my stomach as I felt an ache in my core. No other words were needed as I brought my hands up to push away the fabric settled in his lap. His long thick length now exposed to me causing more desire to build within. My mouth watered as I thought of the taste this would leave on my tongue, and how my cheeks would stretch around every inch of it.

My hot breath fanned his skin as I leaned forward, mouth producing more spit as I ran my tongue along the side. My hand gently positioned at the head in order to lift it up for pleasing. My other hand went to grasp at the base, my mouth moving to softly kiss the tip before allowing it to push into the warm cavern. It was strange, I had never done this before yet the 'concept' was not foreign to me. My jaw unhinging in a discomforting manner as I willed myself to make more room to push deeper into the confinds of my mouth- an unpleasuring pressure appearing in the back of my throat as my eyes watered. I had to stop, to adjust. . . my god saying nothing, just keeping a reassuring grip on my hair. I know he was looking at me, he saw the tears, the struggle, and maybe he would allow me to fumble for a moment, to harden my resolve in order to please him-