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As for serving God and never marrying? There was one in my harem who claimed to serve God for life, but her anus was more fully developed than any other girl.

Chapter 277: Church Training

After a day of political affairs, Aenarion went to the nearby Catholic church to find Sister Miriel, a former little nun, now one of the three major religious leaders of the Athenian Despotate. She was presiding over the mass. She was no longer wearing a nun's uniform, but a formal Catholic red robe.

The loose robe made of blood-red silk hung from her fair neck to the ground, completely covering her graceful body. The cuffs, neckline, and hem were sewn with large and gorgeous and complex patterns with gold thread to show her nobility and piety. Her long golden hair fell to her slender waist like a waterfall, and she wore a small red hat on her head. She looked extremely dignified, majestic, and inviolable.

But beneath this noble appearance, there is actually an extremely lustful and depraved body. She is topless, with nothing on under her red robe, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white and delicate skin, which is only covered by a long robe. Her jade neck, which is tightly covered by the collar, is locked with a cold iron dog ring.

Countless rough hemp ropes neatly bound and restrained her graceful torso. Two ropes were deeply tied into the base of her upper and lower breasts, and two more ropes crossed through the sexy ravine between the two breasts. With only four ropes, those two proud snow-capped peaks were made fuller and more prominent. Her slender waist and beautiful back as white as jade were also deeply tied into the flesh by the ropes.

Countless ropes weave a pattern resembling a tortoise shell on her fair body, highlighting Miriel's perfect figure. All the ropes converge into one strand at her lower abdomen and buttocks, deeply tied into her small mouth below. When she twists her body slightly, the rough hemp rope will caress her tender lips and clitoris. Thus, the rope and the human body are perfectly combined into a work of art with a sense of taste, bringing visual and spiritual enjoyment to people.

In addition to this rope, the tips of her breasts were also pierced and tied with two golden nipple rings, which looked extremely erotic and cruel. In pursuit of excitement, she first had an enema to make her belly bulge slightly as if she was pregnant, and then blocked her anus with six round jade beads. At the end of the beads there was even a dog's tail hanging between her buttocks. After everything was ready, she took calm steps to hold mass under the golden cross.

Aenarion sighed that this person was getting more and more extravagant. The mass was only halfway through, and she was obviously a little exhausted. The water poured into her intestines made her intestines move wildly.

The severe pain coming from her lower abdomen covered her fair skin with a layer of crystal clear and fine sweat beads, and her legs trembled slightly. The pain turned into extreme joy, making her look dazed, and her whole body was ups and downs like a roller coaster in extreme joy and pain.

However, her holy and dignified face remained unchanged as she continued to preside over the deep Mass.

Aenarion tested the opponent's bottom line and used telekinetic throwing to control the beads that were deeply inserted into her anus.

In an instant, the beads that she swallowed into her anus emitted a faint purple fluorescence, and began to wriggle up and down in her delicate intestines, rubbing her sensitive path through a thin layer of flesh.

Miriel blushed and glanced at Aenarion coquettishly, then continued to pretend to be holy as she presided over the last part of the mass.

Seeing that the girl could hold back, Aenarion sped up his attack, letting her sacred chanting mix with a hint of lewd gasps. Aenarion tested her limits, thrusting in and out while operating the beads to slam into her womb, causing Miriel to climax in front of all the believers in the sacred church! The lewd white fluid dripped down her legs, which were tied up with hemp ropes, and fell to the ground.

The little nun's legs trembled and she was a little unsteady on her feet. She used her huge breasts and slender arms to support herself on the sacred podium, so she did not fall down.

Some believers and priests looked at Miriel strangely. Aenarion continued to exert force, but she still maintained her holy and dignified appearance. She did not change her expression even after several orgasms. Only the dense beads of sweat on her forehead could realize how fragile her current condition was.

After finally holding out until the end of the mass, Miriel rushed out of the sacred church as if escaping. Aenarion followed closely behind her and held her in his arms in a secluded place like a child holding a urinary child. His arms passed over her slender thighs and spread them apart. Miriel gave her master a reproachful look, and her previous dignity and holiness turned into sexiness and charm. She lifted her red skirt, revealing her fair body that was tied tightly with hemp ropes and was a little red. Her beautiful red lips bit the end of the skirt.

And Aenarion helped her pull out the butt plug, and clear water, accompanied by the bishop's melodious and moving spring cry, flowed out like a waterfall!

"Hoo-hoo-Lord, Master, please don't play with me while I am celebrating mass. I almost couldn't hold it back today. If I faint from orgasm in the church, my career as a bishop will be over."

Miriel panted, her eyes seductive and coquettish.

"Okay, I apologize, but you're cute in that state."

Aenarion kept admitting his mistakes but refused to change. The hot and thick marble pillar went straight into the cardinal's anus which had been washed by clean water, making her cry out sweetly once again. Her anus was so sensitive that she orgasmed again after just a few strokes. Fine beads of sweat covered her fair body which was tied up with ropes, reflecting an alluring luster under the candlelight.

But the sensitivity of the anus is still not as high as that of the lower body. Although this person is becoming more and more depraved, she is still unwilling to really cross that line. Inarion can only use other methods to add pleasure, such as whips, wax dripping, electric shocks, heated nipple rings... to train the sensitivity of other parts of her body. After a period of pleasure, Miriel has become exhausted like a puddle of water, lying in the pool of her own vaginal fluid and Inarion's white liquid, with a look of joy on her face and breathing heavily from exhaustion.

"By the way, I have a mission for you to carry out."

Aenarion picked up Miriel's boneless white body, changed her position and continued to rape her. After reaching ten orgasms in a row, her body had entered a state of collapse. Her lower body was extremely sensitive, and the intervals between orgasms were getting shorter and shorter. At the most extreme moment, she would orgasm once when inserted, and a second time when pulled out. This extreme happiness made Miriel forget everything, with only endless enjoyment left in her mind.

"Wh, what mission?"

Miriel asked with blurry eyes, confused.

"I want you to go to Serbia as a cardinal of the Athens Catholic Church, to the monastery in their capital, Pristina, to have friendly contact with the Orthodox Christians there and mend the rift caused by the Great Schism between the Eastern and Western Churches."

Aenarion quickened the pace of his movements and described his plan.

"This is just a cover. Your real mission is to contact a nun in the monastery. Her name is Mara, and she is the princess of Serbia. I need her intelligence. The more detailed the better! Do you understand? If you succeed, then I will be more confident to include her in my harem and play with you."

"Oh, Orthodox nun, don't worry, I will complete the task."

After reaching another climax, Mirielle collapsed directly in her master's arms. After using up her last bit of strength to speak, she fainted in ecstasy.

Chapter 278: Virgin Queen Mother

After Aenarion assembled his troops and finished his intense preparations for war, he immediately sent Míriel to Serbia for a religious friendly visit. There were many Catholic priests and a number of extremely capable bodyguards in his entourage. He himself was among them, sneaking into Serbia as an attendant, and first came into contact with Lady Mara as an ordinary person, not as the despot of Athens.

Arriving at the monastery in Pristina, Miriel discovered that this Orthodox monastery

There is not much difference with Catholicism. Both religions have a three-level priesthood system, namely the highest bishop, the middle priest, and the lowest deacon. However, there are some differences in the requirements for these positions.

First of all, in terms of celibacy, the Catholic Church stipulates that all bishops, priests, and deacons must remain celibate and chaste, regardless of gender. All those who have obtained the clergy, such as priests and paladins, must also remain celibate or chaste. Once their virginity is broken, the clergy given by God will be immediately deprived by God himself.

The Orthodox Church is slightly more tolerant. Married people or those who have broken their vows can still become mid-level priests or continue to work as low-level deacons, but such people are not allowed to become the highest-level bishops. Of course, once they lose their virginity, the priesthood given by God will disappear as a punishment for breaking their vows, just like the priests of the Catholic Church.

The loophole in the Orthodox Church is no different from that in the Catholic Church - the loophole refers to matters between men and women. Gay sex between men, or sexual intercourse between women, or having sex between men and women do not violate the ban.

Miriel became interested. In theory, nuns are lower-level deacons, so according to the Orthodox Church, they are allowed to get married - as long as she does not have a divine level, or wants to give up her divine level. So what does it mean that she was dying and said that she would be a nun and never marry? Are nuns in your Orthodox Church allowed to get married?

Miriel checked the information and suddenly realized that this virgin queen mother entered the Sultan's harem at a very young age, and was thrown into the Muslim side without learning all the teachings of the Orthodox Church. The Christians she had come into contact with in recent years were all Catholic Crusaders from Poland and Hungary. She might have confused the rules of the Catholic Church with those of the Orthodox Church.

A nun who doesn't know much about doctrine? This is easy to fool.

As for love, Mirielle thought she had a say, she had seen too many old maidens in their thirties. It was common for nuns to be unable to stand loneliness and to comfort themselves. It was also normal for two nuns to be close to each other. There were also many nuns with extremely beautiful looks who were directly taken into the harem by their superior bishops. Some bishops became enlightened as they went along, and since it was a dry path anyway, they also included some little boys in their hunting range.

As for myself, I had previously been comforting myself, and the object of my illusion was Aenarion. This thirty-year-old virgin must have similar problems, and maybe she could be my breakthrough.

It’s hard to talk about this between men and women, but it’s much easier to talk about it between women.

After making up her mind, Miriel first went to see the Orthodox Bishop of Pristina. The two of them discussed in a friendly manner the doctrinal differences between Catholicism and Orthodoxy, and began to debate about the Trinity and the Holy Spirit coming from the Father and the Son. Here, Miriel finally met the target of this mission, Lady Mara.

The black nun's dress, which symbolized low-level clergy, could not hide the nobility and majesty emanating from her bones. That was the unique temperament of a superior. If you look closely, you will find that the nun's dress is not woven with linen, but instead with fine silk. The white headscarf wrapped around her long hair, revealing only a cold face that was intimidating without anger. The mature and beautiful face was pale and delicate, and the pair of beautiful eyes that still had charm exuded alluring glances and bursts of icy coldness.

In order to attract her attention, Miriel pretended to ask questions casually to all the Orthodox Christians present. After asking Mrs. Mara, she roughly understood her religious ideas and propositions - this person's beliefs are very strange, like a fusion of Orthodox Christianity and Islam.

In the following discussion, Miriel catered to her thoughts and won the other party's attention. Lady Mara liked this Catholic cardinal more and more: although their beliefs were different, her ideas and thoughts were very similar to hers! The local Orthodox Christians never thought that their ideas were right, but they were too lazy to discuss it for the sake of the princess's face - after all, she was too seriously influenced by Muslims.

After initially gaining the attention of Mrs. Mara, Miriel was invited to a grand dinner party in the evening, enjoying bread and wine. Everyone was a little tipsy, and at this moment, Mrs. Mara left the table on the pretext of relieving herself, and when she left the bathroom, she found Miriel waiting for her outside.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Bishop."

Madam Mara bowed and although her words were sincere, she was still very cold in her heart.

"Hello, Sister, what is your name?"

Miriel pretended not to know her and grabbed her hand excitedly.

"I have visited most of the monasteries in the Aegean Sea, but no one agreed with my ideas and propositions until I met you today. For the sake of my country, I didn't dare to talk too much about it at the meeting just now. Now, can we talk about it in detail?"

Lady Mara was somewhat happy. No one could refuse to discuss religious ethics, current politics and the like with people who shared the same opinions and ideas. Mirielle just followed Mara's ideas, and with one party holding a strong purpose, the two of them became more and more excited as they talked. The more they talked, the more they felt that they had a great time talking to each other, and the more they talked, the more they felt that they had met too late. Lady Mara was very happy to have found a confidant, until the servants thought that something had happened to the two of them and left the party to look for them, and then they went back.

In the next few days, the two women basically spent all their free time together, not only talking about Christianity and Islam, but also discussing each other's past and experiences. After a few days, they became good friends who could talk about anything.

They even call each other sisters.

Miriel estimated the timing and continued to increase the sensitivity and privacy of the question. On the sixth day, when the two of them were sitting hand in hand on the bed curtains of Lady Mara and talking, she raised a question.

"My dear sister, you also know that the Almighty God forbids us to enjoy the love between men and women. He uses abstinence to temper our minds and make His servants more resolute and powerful."

"But God is not so ruthless. We can still reward ourselves in private through some small means. Sister, I have a lot of things to please myself. So, how do you Orthodox Christians please yourselves?"

In front of Lady Mara, Miriel lifted up her red robe, grabbed the dog's tail hanging in the middle of her beautiful buttocks, and pulled hard. With a "puff" sound, a bead came out.

Madam Mara stared at this obscene and absurd scene with her eyes wide open. Could it be possible to be like this?

She originally wanted to get up and leave, but Mirielle was a rare church member who shared the same opinion as her, and they had been getting along very well in the past few days. She must have regarded her as her own sister, so she dared to expose such a private secret, which would ruin her reputation if it were leaked out. If she just left like this, would it hurt her heart?

"I...I use my hands sometimes."

Mara spoke slowly in a voice quieter than a mosquito's. A rare blush appeared on her noble face, which was dignified even without anger.

"You know, my husband was afraid of my parents' power, so he never touched me after we got married. For the past twenty years, I have been rubbing this, kneading that, fingering... Anyway, that's about it."

"Ah? The rumors outside are true. That's really hard for my sister."

Miriel grabbed Madam Mara's hand distressedly.

"How about I help my sister find happiness, but in return, my sister can help me? I know much more about this than you do. The pleasure of self-comfort is far less intense than the pleasure of others comforting you.

For example, if you scratch yourself, you won’t feel very itchy because your body knows that you are going to scratch. But if someone else scratches you, your body doesn’t know in advance and the itchiness will be dozens of times higher than if you scratch yourself!

The same goes for the happiness below. The happiness I can bring to my sister is dozens of times greater than the happiness she brings to herself.”

Miriel's eyes flashed with a pink halo of lust, and she persuaded the virgin queen step by step to fall into the abyss of pleasure.

"Really, really?"

Mrs. Mara was somewhat shaken. There were very few entertainment activities in the Middle Ages. The monasteries and churches, which were known for their asceticism, had almost no entertainment. After Mrs. Mara came back, she spent her days praying, chanting, eating, and sleeping. The only entertainment she had was self-comfort.

And now, her best friend said that she could bring her to experience even more intense pleasure, which really made the virgin queen a little shaken.

"When has your sister ever lied to you?"

Miriel said with a smile, and her hands touched the two proud mountain peaks under the black robe like lightning. In an instant, two strange touches spread through Lady Mara's body like electric currents!

When she was pleasuring herself, she would sometimes knead her breasts, but the stimulation and intensity were far less than the touch her sister just gave her.

Lady Mara half believed what her good sister said. She had not had sex for more than 30 years, which made her very curious about this kind of thing. The virgin queen mother carefully closed the doors and windows, and hesitantly took off her loose black robe, exposing her well-maintained, white and tender body in front of Miriel. The two beautiful bodies hugged each other on the bed and lingered together.

Mirielle revealed an inadvertent smile. The first step of the plan was accomplished. This kind of thing could only happen zero times and countless times. As long as her technique was better and she could let her taste the happiness that she could never experience when comforting herself, then she could drag this virgin queen mother and slowly slide her into the darkest abyss of pleasure, step by step.

Chapter 279: The Abyss of Joy

Mirielle rolled over, preparing to ride on the Queen Mother, but her waist was pinched by a pair of small hands. A huge force that she could not resist at all suddenly came from her waist, making her world spin.

When she came to her senses, she was already lying on the bed, her long hair as soft as a waterfall, spread messily on the sheets, like a piece of scattered golden silk, contrasting with the snow-white body lying on it.

The majestic empress dowager, in turn, rode on her waist, with a smile of a superior on her mature and beautiful face.

"The previous Sultan of the Ottoman Empire couldn't hold me down, and the current Sultan even respects me as his mother. My dear sister, how can you be on top of me?"

"Okay, I'll be on top if you want me to, but don't fall headfirst onto the bed in joy for a while."

Miriel was helpless about her inexplicable self-esteem, and was also a little frightened by her terrifying power. After all, Slavs were humans infected by the beast plague. Most of the Yugoslavs in Serbia could transform into wolves or various birds of prey. The Iskandar Dire Wolves of the Sixth Legion, Ryan and Ravenwing of the First Legion, and the Raven Guards of the Nineteenth Legion were all Slavic beastmen, but there were also many exceptions, such as leopards and so on.

It is said that the Serbian king Durad can transform into a strange animal that is as powerful as a dragon but has never been seen by anyone. According to the characteristics of the beast plague that spreads through blood,

Her daughter Mara Blancovichi is also...

Mi Ruier put away her thoughts and began to serve her sister well, caressing her fair waist with both hands, climbing up all the way, teasing, caressing, kneading the two magnificent and proud breasts, feeling the amazing elasticity and softness, it seems that she usually comforts herself a lot, and can actually knead herself so big. A pair of slender jade hands gently touch and rub the breasts, and suddenly the five fingers use force to pinch the full breast meat, and suddenly the fingertips pop out, and use the hard nails to sweep the equally hard nipples, making the two breasts ripple in the air with fragrant flesh-colored ripples.

Madam Mara narrowed her eyes, her serious and noble face showing a hint of blush, and she seemed to be enjoying Mirielle's massage very much.

Miriel intensified her attack, forcing Madam Mara to lift up slightly, and the pink little mouth that began to ooze water pressed against her own pink little mouth that had already been soaked, while she skillfully swayed her slender waist and plump buttocks, and began to make love between nuns. A strange feeling and the power of the book spread throughout her body, making Madam Mara tremble all over as if she had been electrocuted!

It seems that what the Slaanesh Nun said is true. When I was a child, I didn't feel anything when I tickled myself, but if my mother tickled me, I would giggle because of the itch. The difference between tickling myself and tickling others is very big.

The same goes for self-comfort. The feeling of kneading herself and the feeling of Mirielle helping her knead are like heaven and earth. Under the fierce attack of the Sister of Slaanesh, Mara's dignified and majestic face directly collapsed into a wanton smile of joy. She insisted on being on top, and as a result, her legs began to tremble, and her waist could hardly straighten up under the wave after wave of pleasure.

She had no choice but to kneel on the bed sheets, supporting herself with her arms behind her back, her waist bent backward in a perfect arc, her head tilted back, only her huge breasts covered with red fingerprints stood high towards the sky, and only then did she barely regain stability.

Miriel intensified her attack, shaking her waist and buttocks more violently, and letting out waves of shameful moans, making her two pink little mouths rub against each other rapidly and shake at high speed, causing the noble and beautiful queen mother on her body to tremble, and her snow-capped peaks swayed in the air in perfect arcs that were fascinating.

Mrs. Mara could hold it back at first, but later, she couldn't help but let out a touching cry. Endless joy was like waves, coming one after another, each wave higher than the last, and finally completely drowning her!

"Ah~"

The queen mother let out a touching cry, her mind went blank, unable to think of anything except happiness. Her pink lower body burst into fluid, wetting half of the bed sheet. She instantly lost strength and collapsed on the bed, panting. Her beautiful body was covered with crystal beads of sweat, sparkling with alluring colors under the candlelight.

"I didn't lie to you, did I? Sister, the feeling of having others help you is like ascending to heaven. The so-called heaven and bliss in the Bible is probably just like this."

Mara was immersed in the afterglow of the ecstasy she had just experienced, and didn't bother to care how blasphemous this sentence was. She just nodded slightly.

"You have served me well, and come to my room tomorrow."

"Okay, sister, tomorrow, I will teach you a better way to entertain yourself."

Mi Ruier nodded and left, but she felt unhappy. Is this the end? My body just got hot. Forget it, I'll find the master to relieve my hot body.

Mara, who had tasted joy for the first time, even began to look forward to it as she watched her good sister leave. Today was already so happy, so what fun would there be tomorrow?

The next day, Miriel came again and asked the queen mother to sit on the bed dignifiedly, while she knelt between her legs. She showed a frivolous smile on her holy face and buried her face directly between her good sister's legs. She licked her delicate pistil and two pink petals with her delicate red tongue. The queen mother, who had not known joy for thirty years, could not resist the clever oral skills that the little nun had learned from serving Inarion, and fainted again in a series of climaxes.

On the third, fourth and fifth days, Mirielle used different postures to serve the Queen Mother. Her tolerance level gradually increased. At the beginning, she could not bear a single orgasm and had to rest. Now she can have continuous orgasms like Mirielle. On the fifth day, Mirielle had almost used up all the virgin postures popular among the nuns, so she had to switch back to the first one, which caused the happiness between the two to decline a little.

On the sixth day, Miriel saw that the Queen Mother was unhappy, so she used a more advanced way of playing. She gave the Queen Mother an enema with her own hands, and then took out a thin wooden stick wrapped in soft cloth and gradually developed Mara's anus, making her fall deeper and deeper on the bed curtain. The pain brought by anal abuse gradually turned into deeper pleasure.

Now, this beautiful woman, lying on the bed, with her two little mouths constantly secreting vaginal fluid and enema liquid, and her anus even spitting out a quail egg, is not a noble and majestic queen mother at all, but a whore who even prostitutes would find perverted.

The two women indulged in endless joy. Half a month later, Miriel felt that it was enough, so in another round of joy, she opened all the maps of Yan State and revealed the final dagger.

"Hoo-hoo-ho, dear sister, thank you. I feel that I have never been so happy in my entire life as I have been in the past half month."

Madam Mara lay on the bed, breathing seductively from her cherry lips.

"This is just the beginning. Sister doesn't even know the true joy of being a woman."

Miriel's holy face said

The most obscene words.

"The former bishop of our church would secretly do some love things with the nuns. Will the bishop of Pristina do the same?"

"Ah? Isn't this against the teachings? We are women, so we are not violating the commandments, but once a man and a woman..."

"Oh, don't worry, sister. I've tried it. As long as you don't go through the main entrance and walk on the dry road, it's not considered a violation."