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The first thing people noticed when walking in the first floor temple was the raised white marble altar located against the back wall of the room. The front of the altar facing the pews was engraved with a stunning bas relief of Maka herself, the expression one of permanent devotion. Accented with gold, precious jewels and adorned with beautiful silks and soft cushions, the altar seemed more a bed than a table despite the sacrifices brought by her loving cultists that were normally heaped on it. 

The sacrifice on it now was one of her favorites.

Maka hummed a note of satisfaction with a smile on her face.

She got herself an impressive catch tonight. He had been wearing a white and gold priest garb working dutifully late, but she could almost smell her essence coming off of him beneath his musk. He must have received a full Tiger Warrior course from her at some point if his physique was anything to go by.

But the current focus of her attention was all natural. The large cock hanging in front of her was something to brag about for sure, long and thick with a manly smell tickling her nose. The heavy balls sitting in her palm spoke of enticingly large loads ready just for her. 

She was down on her knees near the foot of her altar between the legs of the lucky priest. A shiver ran up her spine, the warm Fire season air on her naked skin doing nothing to stop her hardening nipples as she got ready to service her worshiper. The rainbow colored disc on her chest shimmered beautifully in the dim temple lights, the golden jewelry gifted to her clinked musically as she rocked her hips to-and-fro.

She took a shuddering breath in anticipation, her lips only centimeters away from him were coated in a bright red lipstick at his request.

She had to start slow if she wanted to savor this night, but a quick taste wouldn’t hurt.

A long slow lick from base to tip let her taste the sweat coming from him, her tongue doing it’s best to get as much of his flesh on it as possible. Her hands meanwhile gently caressed his balls, churning the seed waiting inside them to prepare it for her. A bead of precum oozed out the head at the apex of her lick which Maka took in with a kiss. A sample of what was to come.

Who was worshiping who here she had to wonder.

Her lover’s slow moans sped up her heart and told her to pick up the pace a bit.

Bringing both hands up to the cock before her, she swallowed the head and began pumping up and down in smooth well-practiced strokes as she lavished the tip, alternating between swirling her tongue around it and gently sucking the precum out of the cumslit with bright red kisses.

Her own moaning soon joined his in filling the temple with a lurid prayer, she could feel herself dripping onto the floor, she was wet beyond belief just from sucking his dick.

And he had yet to give his goddess her due.

Maka began bobbing her head up and down, taking in more and more of him with each pass. A ring of red marked each stop as she worked her way down, coating the cock in her saliva by the second. Maka was watering at the taste of him, she could feel him getting harder and harder in her warm mouth, but she always stopped right at the entrance to her throat. Teasing him with more, sucking on him as she pulled up and spending more time on his head before going back down.

Her hands had made their way down to her rock hard nipples before she realized it, pinching and squeezing her overly sensitive buds until they let out their motherly treasure along with more of her moaning muffled by the thick flesh in her mouth.

Soon enough he couldn’t take anymore, without thought he grabbed her head and pushed her down to his base in one forceful thrust. 

Just like she hoped.

Maka swore she felt a bolt of essence shoot down her spine as her eyes rolled up to meet his gaze, the wordless sound of what was must have been a prayer echoing in her head. She held his gaze as she came hard at the feeling of the large thick cock filling her throat, the altar in front of her becoming drenched in her holy water.

Still she didn’t hesitate for a second, with the cock in her throat Maka began humming in a low tune and swallowed rhythmically nonstop. She could feel the bulge in her throat twitching from the two sensations as he rose to his feet, the rolling massage and the vibrations soon became too much for him.

With both hands still on her head, he held her in a death grip as he began sawing his cock in and out of her mouth. Long strands of saliva connected his head and her lips in those short moments between thrusts before he rammed himself back into her inviting hole. 

Maka could have easily broken free, but the feeling of her throat being used was enough to make her drench the floor with another of her own orgasms.

She wouldn’t give up this feeling for anything.

Her hands were mauling her breast now, her fingers coated with the delicious white milk as her nails dug into her flesh in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

With one last thrust, the lucky man above her buried himself to the hilt in her mouth, his balls pressed against her tongue and lips, her drool staining her chin. Maka needed this moment to last forever, how she wished she could still choke like she used too. That all left her mind the second she felt his balls tighten, an absolutely enormous load of cum shooting straight down her throat with a deep groan.

Maka closed her eyes in ecstasy as she drenched her thighs and the floor with another explosive orgasm.

Maka and him stayed in that position for a breathless eternity, Maka twitching in delight and she mindlessly suckled on the tool in her mouth, drinking down as much of the thick cum as he would give her.

A tribute to his beautiful goddess. The gods could keep their ambrosia, she had her very own whenever she wanted here.

The two of them fell back down to the altar behind them, Maka still attached to his crotch. The bas relief glittered from Maka’s own fluids reflecting the room’s magical lights, it's expression seemingly more sexual than before. A mirror of the same one she wore now.

The slowly softening cock slid out of her throat despite Maka’s insistent suckling, much to both parties displeasure. The absence of it in her throat gave her a sensation akin to phantom pain, a memory of the soreness she used to experience before Exalting. 

Her old music tutor, an aging ex-concert musician from the Realm used to berate her for skipping out on her throat exercises when she couldn’t hit the high notes of the more difficult pieces she had been practicing.

In all fairness, she had been doing plenty of throat exercises the previous nights with her other very handsome tutor.

One of those exercises was quickly put to use encouraging the dick in front of her to full mast within seconds, after all the night was 
just starting and she was going to spend it all having fun.