She wanted to get fucked. Right now. Her body was screaming for it — the passive field ensuring that her devotion translated directly into arousal. But I was offering a walk. Her lips pressed together. Her eyes flickered to my cock. To the idol. To the women on the pews. Back to my cock.
"A — a walk, my Lord?"
I lifted her. scooped her into my arms — one under her knees, one behind her back. She weighed nothing. Her dress billowed. Her blonde hair cascaded over my arm. She looked up at me, her blue eyes wide, her lips parted.
"Lord — stop — wait —!!"
I walked out of the church. Through the doors. Into the night air. The women on the railing saw me — saw Olivia in my arms — and their faces transformed.
"Lord Viktor! The Lord has arrived!"
"Please — Lord — come inside us —"
"Lord, please — focus on us —"
