Unfortunately, until her father died of illness and her mother remarried, Martha still did not meet such a person. Of course, this has a lot to do with her staying in her father's work room all day to do wood carvings.
She made the same items according to the patterns left by her father and engraved them with her own names, but this obviously did not soothe her inner desire. The restlessness became stronger as she grew older, as if she had to break free from the constraints at any time to do something crazy.
On his sixteenth birthday, Martha received a letter from her father.
According to the postman, it was delivered by his father when he was alive.
Martha was in the workshop, tearing open the envelope, and taking out the notes inside:
My daughter Martha, when you saw this passage, Dad probably had left you, but I was still worried about your situation.
If you have made friends now, then Dad is sincerely happy for you, which also means that what I found doesn't have to come in handy.
If it still doesn't, don't be discouraged. Dad has prepared a gift for you, right in the box in the north corner of the workshop, which may be helpful.
After Martha cleaned up the debris piled up in the corner, she found a box filled with dust-stuffed carving notes written by her father when she was young, as well as many drafts and drawings of wooden tools.
She flipped over one by one and saw the yellow parchment roll pressing at the bottom of the box.
She untied the knot and spread it out on the table.
There is a black and white picture above, which is a very special... person?
Although his naked torso and limbs are basically the same as those of male and humans, the wings behind him, as well as the sharp horns and scale tails above his head, all illustrate the fact that he is not human.
god.
This is the first word that comes to Martha's mind.
There seems to be no other identity that can be placed on this perfect body.
Every muscle on his body is arranged just right, showing explosive power everywhere, but it does not give people an overly strong feeling. The smooth lines outline his figure, exuding a full of male hormones. Although his face has become blurred as the paper ages, it is not difficult to guess what a celestial figure he is.
Martha's eyes were all the way down, locking on the giant thing between his crotch.
Thick, long, and very... special.
She looked at the blue veins coiled on the thing and licked her lips, feeling a little hot in her body, as if something was rapidly growing in a hidden place.
At a young girl who is approaching maturity, sometimes just a little visual stimulation is enough to complete her sexual enlightenment.
Martha put her hands under her skirt and touched the wet area of the center of her legs.The slender fingers peeled off the lip flesh, and after only a few slim strokes, I tasted the novel pleasure.
She raised her legs, put her knees against the edge of the table, bowed her body into a ball, and slowly leaned into her fingertips.
Um……
Martha fancied the sexual organ and entered her body, comforting her desire for the first time, and at the same time she developed a new desire.
Want him.
There are detailed instructions on the parchment paper, but most of them use the old grammar from the past, which made Martha barely understand:
This god was born with the impure power of evil. Unlike other gods who could rely on nature or humanities as their source, his divine power was very scarce in the era when the people were simple in the past, and no believer was willing to worship him. Therefore, the god felt bored and destroyed his body and slept for hundreds of years, leaving only a way to awaken him and wait for the next awakening.
Martha seemed to understand what her father meant.
My father once tried to ask her to choose a god as his faith to store that kind of restlessness. Although the suggestion sounded feasible, she refused. After all, she did not have the tolerance to serve the same god as millions of people.
However, now, there is a divine that has not been defiled by other people's faith and she is eager to obtain, waiting for her awakening.
Martha exposed her legs and let the dripping water fall on the clothes and the floor. She was filled with excitement in her eyes.
As long as she gives enough faith, I believe that God will recognize her piety and be willing to give her spiritual sustenance and physical comfort, right?
Martha's thoughts drifted away for a moment.
I wonder how the god's dick tastes?
She patted her hot face.
Oh, it's so unreserved.
But if the god who tolerate everything, he would definitely not mind that she is such a person, right?
Martha used her savings to buy the best raw wood and placed it in a deserted temple. She sneaked there to make a statue every day, carefully compared the patterns on the parchment paper, and gestured carefully for a long time before she was willing to make a knife, for fear of leaving any flaws, especially when she was sculpting the genitals, she was especially serious. After all, this was something she was scheduled to enter her body.
After the statue was made, Martha carved her name on his back, deepening it over and over again. She stroked the unformed facial features of the statue and began praying day after day.
It takes some to summon gods, and it is even more expensive to awaken the gods who have been sleeping for a long time. Martha suffered from the same disease as her father. She obviously had no changes on her appearance, but there were signs of decay in her body, as if she was constantly extracting her vitality by this statue.
Fortunately, before she was completely rescued, the god was awakened by her.
The moment he released his breath, Martha was thinking about another very important thing in her mind.
How can such a powerful god make him willingly stop for the weak human beings?
Regarding this issue, Martha felt that she could make another plan, but she still needed to hide her own mind and pretend to be a girl who had a terminal illness and had no choice but to seek help from the gods.
Although her acting skills were a bit sloppy at the beginning, she quickly integrated into her own settings.
What surprised her was that the god actually asked her to hold his cock!
He told her that semen could cure her illness.
Martha is not a naive girl who is ignorant of human affairs. She sucked the big cock happily, and knew in her heart that the gods were interested in her.
A close relationship often comes from interest, and Martha certainly understands this principle.
So she came to the temple every day, and in the name of curing her illness, she openly sought the god's semen, pretended to be ignorant, and took the initiative to spread her thighs to show the god her itchy pussy. She screamed and slutty when he comforted her with the invisible thing, and emitted an invitation signal.
Martha's deliberate seduction was very successful, and the god finally couldn't help it and offered to give her a sperm.
Although the gods hid very well, she captured the desire that flashed through his eyes.
He wanted to fuck her.
Martha's mood only rose for a moment and was knocked down by the gods.
Lord Lyle said that she was his most precious believer...
So what if it is precious? The identity of a believer means sharing her god with others, which is not possible!
She wanted to monopolize Lord Lyle, let his eyes only look at her, let his cock only fuck her, and let his semen only give her.
My sir, really... I don't understand at all.
To find a way to make Lord Lyle realize her importance to him.
Hayden showed up just at the right time.
Kind and a little stupid, he is an excellent use to deliver it to his door.
She deliberately acted blindly worshipping the god, aroused his suspicion, and asked him to take her away, while implying that the god had such a person, using her departure to measure her weight in the heart of the god.
Sitting in the carriage heading to Cloris, Martha thought more than once: Will Lord Lyle come to find her after she finds out she is gone?Or just find other believers to replace her?
...It would be better not, she is very stingy.
Fortunately, Lord Lyle didn't let her lose the bet, but she was punished.
What are you thinking?
Martha came to her senses and felt Lyle kissing the corner of her lips.
Think about some things from the past.The girl lowered her eyes and quietly hooked the long tail beside her feet with the newly grown tail that grew behind her.
Lyle, who was flirting with sensitive parts, looked at her with bad eyes: Is your pussy itchy again?
Martha crawled into his arms with laughter, touching his bulging crotch with her hands in a daze: I only have one, right?
Lyle grinded her teeth, quickly crushed her and stripped her naked.
How many times have you answered this question?
He raised one of the girl's legs and stood up with his genitals to embed it.
It’s still because I eat too little of my cock, so I have extra time to worry about whether there are any of them.
Martha lay enjoyably on the soft grass, fucked trembling.
The sunlight above her head was a little dazzling, she turned her head and her eyes fell on her shadow.
At such a close distance, we can see that there are densely filled with impurities, like fine dust filling it, forming a pure gray color.
It is said that the pure believers of the soul will provide the gods with powerful faith energy.
Her like this is probably a special kind of purity.
Martha raised her limbs and wrapped herself around her and worked hard to cultivate the god.
Then the adults should hold on to me, you are the only one.
Why? It’s not enough to put you on your dick every day?
Lyle lowered her head and bit her lip, her waist even more powerful: Then I will work harder.
She made the same items according to the patterns left by her father and engraved them with her own names, but this obviously did not soothe her inner desire. The restlessness became stronger as she grew older, as if she had to break free from the constraints at any time to do something crazy.
On his sixteenth birthday, Martha received a letter from her father.
According to the postman, it was delivered by his father when he was alive.
Martha was in the workshop, tearing open the envelope, and taking out the notes inside:
My daughter Martha, when you saw this passage, Dad probably had left you, but I was still worried about your situation.
If you have made friends now, then Dad is sincerely happy for you, which also means that what I found doesn't have to come in handy.
If it still doesn't, don't be discouraged. Dad has prepared a gift for you, right in the box in the north corner of the workshop, which may be helpful.
After Martha cleaned up the debris piled up in the corner, she found a box filled with dust-stuffed carving notes written by her father when she was young, as well as many drafts and drawings of wooden tools.
She flipped over one by one and saw the yellow parchment roll pressing at the bottom of the box.
She untied the knot and spread it out on the table.
There is a black and white picture above, which is a very special... person?
Although his naked torso and limbs are basically the same as those of male and humans, the wings behind him, as well as the sharp horns and scale tails above his head, all illustrate the fact that he is not human.
god.
This is the first word that comes to Martha's mind.
There seems to be no other identity that can be placed on this perfect body.
Every muscle on his body is arranged just right, showing explosive power everywhere, but it does not give people an overly strong feeling. The smooth lines outline his figure, exuding a full of male hormones. Although his face has become blurred as the paper ages, it is not difficult to guess what a celestial figure he is.
Martha's eyes were all the way down, locking on the giant thing between his crotch.
Thick, long, and very... special.
She looked at the blue veins coiled on the thing and licked her lips, feeling a little hot in her body, as if something was rapidly growing in a hidden place.
At a young girl who is approaching maturity, sometimes just a little visual stimulation is enough to complete her sexual enlightenment.
Martha put her hands under her skirt and touched the wet area of the center of her legs.The slender fingers peeled off the lip flesh, and after only a few slim strokes, I tasted the novel pleasure.
She raised her legs, put her knees against the edge of the table, bowed her body into a ball, and slowly leaned into her fingertips.
Um……
Martha fancied the sexual organ and entered her body, comforting her desire for the first time, and at the same time she developed a new desire.
Want him.
There are detailed instructions on the parchment paper, but most of them use the old grammar from the past, which made Martha barely understand:
This god was born with the impure power of evil. Unlike other gods who could rely on nature or humanities as their source, his divine power was very scarce in the era when the people were simple in the past, and no believer was willing to worship him. Therefore, the god felt bored and destroyed his body and slept for hundreds of years, leaving only a way to awaken him and wait for the next awakening.
Martha seemed to understand what her father meant.
My father once tried to ask her to choose a god as his faith to store that kind of restlessness. Although the suggestion sounded feasible, she refused. After all, she did not have the tolerance to serve the same god as millions of people.
However, now, there is a divine that has not been defiled by other people's faith and she is eager to obtain, waiting for her awakening.
Martha exposed her legs and let the dripping water fall on the clothes and the floor. She was filled with excitement in her eyes.
As long as she gives enough faith, I believe that God will recognize her piety and be willing to give her spiritual sustenance and physical comfort, right?
Martha's thoughts drifted away for a moment.
I wonder how the god's dick tastes?
She patted her hot face.
Oh, it's so unreserved.
But if the god who tolerate everything, he would definitely not mind that she is such a person, right?
Martha used her savings to buy the best raw wood and placed it in a deserted temple. She sneaked there to make a statue every day, carefully compared the patterns on the parchment paper, and gestured carefully for a long time before she was willing to make a knife, for fear of leaving any flaws, especially when she was sculpting the genitals, she was especially serious. After all, this was something she was scheduled to enter her body.
After the statue was made, Martha carved her name on his back, deepening it over and over again. She stroked the unformed facial features of the statue and began praying day after day.
It takes some to summon gods, and it is even more expensive to awaken the gods who have been sleeping for a long time. Martha suffered from the same disease as her father. She obviously had no changes on her appearance, but there were signs of decay in her body, as if she was constantly extracting her vitality by this statue.
Fortunately, before she was completely rescued, the god was awakened by her.
The moment he released his breath, Martha was thinking about another very important thing in her mind.
How can such a powerful god make him willingly stop for the weak human beings?
Regarding this issue, Martha felt that she could make another plan, but she still needed to hide her own mind and pretend to be a girl who had a terminal illness and had no choice but to seek help from the gods.
Although her acting skills were a bit sloppy at the beginning, she quickly integrated into her own settings.
What surprised her was that the god actually asked her to hold his cock!
He told her that semen could cure her illness.
Martha is not a naive girl who is ignorant of human affairs. She sucked the big cock happily, and knew in her heart that the gods were interested in her.
A close relationship often comes from interest, and Martha certainly understands this principle.
So she came to the temple every day, and in the name of curing her illness, she openly sought the god's semen, pretended to be ignorant, and took the initiative to spread her thighs to show the god her itchy pussy. She screamed and slutty when he comforted her with the invisible thing, and emitted an invitation signal.
Martha's deliberate seduction was very successful, and the god finally couldn't help it and offered to give her a sperm.
Although the gods hid very well, she captured the desire that flashed through his eyes.
He wanted to fuck her.
Martha's mood only rose for a moment and was knocked down by the gods.
Lord Lyle said that she was his most precious believer...
So what if it is precious? The identity of a believer means sharing her god with others, which is not possible!
She wanted to monopolize Lord Lyle, let his eyes only look at her, let his cock only fuck her, and let his semen only give her.
My sir, really... I don't understand at all.
To find a way to make Lord Lyle realize her importance to him.
Hayden showed up just at the right time.
Kind and a little stupid, he is an excellent use to deliver it to his door.
She deliberately acted blindly worshipping the god, aroused his suspicion, and asked him to take her away, while implying that the god had such a person, using her departure to measure her weight in the heart of the god.
Sitting in the carriage heading to Cloris, Martha thought more than once: Will Lord Lyle come to find her after she finds out she is gone?Or just find other believers to replace her?
...It would be better not, she is very stingy.
Fortunately, Lord Lyle didn't let her lose the bet, but she was punished.
What are you thinking?
Martha came to her senses and felt Lyle kissing the corner of her lips.
Think about some things from the past.The girl lowered her eyes and quietly hooked the long tail beside her feet with the newly grown tail that grew behind her.
Lyle, who was flirting with sensitive parts, looked at her with bad eyes: Is your pussy itchy again?
Martha crawled into his arms with laughter, touching his bulging crotch with her hands in a daze: I only have one, right?
Lyle grinded her teeth, quickly crushed her and stripped her naked.
How many times have you answered this question?
He raised one of the girl's legs and stood up with his genitals to embed it.
It’s still because I eat too little of my cock, so I have extra time to worry about whether there are any of them.
Martha lay enjoyably on the soft grass, fucked trembling.
The sunlight above her head was a little dazzling, she turned her head and her eyes fell on her shadow.
At such a close distance, we can see that there are densely filled with impurities, like fine dust filling it, forming a pure gray color.
It is said that the pure believers of the soul will provide the gods with powerful faith energy.
Her like this is probably a special kind of purity.
Martha raised her limbs and wrapped herself around her and worked hard to cultivate the god.
Then the adults should hold on to me, you are the only one.
Why? It’s not enough to put you on your dick every day?
Lyle lowered her head and bit her lip, her waist even more powerful: Then I will work harder.
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