NOVEL NEXT Chapter 4: Unholy thoughts
The journey ahead had a tantalizing atmosphere that only grew more urgent, the desires from before surfacing more and more. I had never been to a motel before, but I faithfully believed that if I went to one, it would be exactly like this. Two lust-filled people one door away from fulfillment.
"I'm sorry I don't have a better place, master." This girl kept calling me master, I had already found this habit strange a few times, but honestly it only improved my mood.
It seemed like a divine trick where we were now, an abandoned temple very similar to the ones I used to go to, rows of wooden benches with a few pieces of the ceiling fallen off.
"Why are you apologizing? I don't think there was a better place to start." Wasn't that exactly my mistake? Accepting to live by false rules and morals? This place was perfect for separating me from my past once and for all.
"Please, this way." She led me with short, patient steps between the pews, little beams of light reflecting off her shiny hair as if she were a fairy from a fairy tale.
Next to the pulpit, a creaking wooden door opened onto a narrow staircase leading down to a hidden basement. It was possibly the residence of some religious person who lived inside the temple. It contained everything necessary for someone to live, as well as a bed and sofa with a small table in front that caught my attention.
"My throat is a bit dry, could you get me something?" On the way back I had noticed a few bottles of wine, which would certainly not be uncommon here. Water was impure in societies like this and wine was much more reliable.
"Please sit down, I'll get you a glass." With a good hostess, I was able to sit comfortably, watching her growing, clumsy anxiety as she poured me a glass of wine, red.
"Here, sir!" It had been a long walk and the taste of alcohol was invigorating after so much walking. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her stiffen as usual, not knowing how she should react and with the servant-like attitude she had been taught.
"You know, I really don't mind your habits, but see me more as a figure of trust and comfort than as a master." Her eyes got huge, thinking this was complete blasphemy.
"Master, if I'm supposed to treat even ordinary people with reverence and the rich with the utmost cordiality. How could I treat a god who has given me the hope I've always wanted, who is about to change my life, like someone simple?"
"Don't be like that, I know your life hasn't been easy so far, but you also have value as much as anyone. It can be a difficult change..." I pondered for a few moments, luring her into yet another trap.
"I understand your wisdom, but it's really hard for a humble servant like me to see myself as more than that in the presence of a true god."
"Well, in that case we need to get you used to these things, I have an idea how." Her apprehension as she approached became a fine appetizer. Tapping my thighs gently a few times, I said.
"Sit here, it's always important to have physical contact to create connections and get used to it." The agony in her eyes, the conflict of treating a god like a simple seat was priceless. In her current state it was even worse how much she wanted to but how blasphemous it was.
"E-excuse me." Her heavy body rested on mine, she trembled slightly, rubbing herself softly almost imperceptibly, easing off little by little with a few moans that sounded more like whispers. She tried to hide her unholy behavior in any way she could. She needed it urgently, even if only little by little.
"Here, have a sip too, I'm sure you're thirsty." I offered her my drink.
"B-but sir, that's already too much..." I looked at her confusedly, as if I didn't understand what she was talking about. For humans, that would be an indirect kiss, and they always get excited at those times. My gaze only reminded her that I was above that.
"It's just a drink, I don't see why not." She accepted it gently, letting the hot liquid flow. Her tail wagging and ears always caught my eye and right now I wanted to take advantage of that.
I placed one of my hands on the tip of her fluffy ear, slowly moving down to her radiant hair, which smelled unique up close.stroking her head and enjoying the moment,each strand felt like fine silk; if I made an outfit out of it, I could certainly sell it for a very high price. The soft moans of surprise and arousal that went with it were also valuable.
I moved my hands down to her shoulders, massaging slowly with just the right amount of pressure. She was sensitive to the extreme, barely able to contain her voice at a non-erogenous touch, she was about to protest, but I just silenced her.
"Then you can do the same to me, that way we'll be even." With small squeezes, I kneaded the meat in preparation for the main meal, the softer it was, the better it would be when I tasted it. her panting only proved that I had done a good job, a spectacular reward.
"I'm sorry, God." I diverted my attention, feeling the situation unfold, the words that came out I already understood, but I needed to hear her say them.
"For what, my dear? So far I've only seen how much potential you have and how kind you are." That sinner's frowning lips were adorable, the fear of rejection and of ruining everything she was about to conquer standing out. But she still had to face the truth, no matter how complicated it was.
"Ever since I met you, I... I... I've felt strange." My expression remained calm and simple as if I were talking about the mood of that day.
"Yes, I realize that." Her eyes looked full of tears ready to fall, ready to receive divine punishment.
"Don't worry, it's probably just another cold, mortals get them from time to time, don't they?" The shock of my words only seemed to make her heart sink even further. I'd made it sound like she'd been taking advantage of someone pure and well-meaning all along.
"Actually, it's not that. I'm not sick..." Just a little more...
"Ever since I met my god, I couldn't help thinking how kind and wise he is, how much he cares about me and my bad habits. This feeling has consumed me all this time." Her hand touched my chest. Her face turned to face me, drawing out all her courage.
"I know it's wrong for gods to have relationships with people, and I know that someone as experienced and old as you sees me as nothing more than a foolish child, but I had to say it. I'm not the girl you think I am, I'm taking advantage of you all the time in... so many ways..." Her voice grew weak as she remembered her own shameful actions.
50 points, she can't take it anymore. It's a shame that she thinks romantic and carnal feelings are the same thing...
"Don't worry, I'll help you deal with it..."
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