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Purpose and Worship

Never ending words of praise left Shiori’s lips as she went on her knees, overwhelmed by the presence of Lachesis—who she saw as a goddess. One of her three guiding lights in life and a reason to continue forward. The change they would bring to this world would be glorious, this she knew.

Which was why she discarded the chains that once bound her to the alchemist union. And how helped Lachesis and her sisters in secret. She wanted to help bring their goals to fruition more than anything else.

This was her purpose in life.

At times she would be rewarded for that bottomless devotion she displayed, such as tonight. The air of the church was cold, but Shiori felt warm as she knelt to Lachesis at the altar. Waiting with bated breath for what would come next.

Lachesis gripped at her hair and shoved Shiori’s face in between her legs. The exposed skin above her stockings pressed up against her cheeks. It was hot to the touch as her face was being squeezed by Lachesis' thighs.

Shiori immediately knew what she had to do, and was trembling with utter excitement.

To be treated as nothing more than a tool and a toy delighted her. She was only a vessel for the ones she served. Someone to help carry out their plans and nothing more. It was the role she was given and she accepted it wholeheartedly.

But when the gaze and touch of the goddess came down on her, Shiori cherished every second of it. Basking in and savoring it.

She slowly pulled down Lachesis’ panties and then positioned her face. Without making Lachesis wait even a millisecond more Shiori began to delve her tongue in between her folds, and relished the gasp that left Lachesis’ lips.

Shiori felt herself begin to get wet as Lachesis grabbed her hair even harder. Shoving her even closer to her pussy so she could get in even deeper than before. The heat between Shiori’s own legs was almost too much to bear from the treatment she was getting. But her needs were secondary compared to those of her savior.

She began to suck at Lachesis’ clit next as she pushed her face in even further. Lachesis’ breath hitched as began to gradually move towards release. Shiori took in all of the sensations and heat. It was blissful and overwhelming as it consumed all of her senses. Right now she was performing a sacred task. Entrenched in her worship to Lachesis, Shiori would gleefully see it through to the end.

After a few more skilled flicks of her tongue, Lachesis made one last moan as she came. The cathedral inside the church where they often met then became silent.

But Shiroi kept her mouth shut, waiting for whatever Lachesis would say next. It was not her turn to speak. She knew better than to act out of line, as if she would ever willingly or knowingly choose to do so.

Then as if it came down straight from the heavens above, Lachesis’ hand reached down and stroked Shiori’s head. “You’re a good mutt.” She spoke with a husky tone.

Shiori felt her heart explode. Forever grateful for the praise, and enjoying the reward of having pleased someone she worshiped so fervently.

Truly, this was her purpose in life.

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