Kinktober 2018 Day 16: Body Worship
#4 of Kinktober
There's a lot in this one that's similar to the muscle story. When I picked body worship, I didn't realize that it really is a similar fetish. Oh well!
I am unworthy to even be in his presence, yet my god sits before me upon his throne, his eyes fully immersed by the pesentation of my body. I too look upon him. It isn't easy to keep his regal figure. His toned muscles, his bronzed skin, his smooth features. Unlike the unshaven barbarians, my god is a king of great presentation, and I have finally been chosen as his consort.
He sits thee, dressed in only his sandals that wrap up to his shins, his white skirt, and his golden jewels adorning his shins, his wrists, and his neck. He reaches a hand out, his fingers adorned with his studded jewels. I, sitting on my knees before him, lean in and place my lips upon his ring. He then turns his hand ove, and nods.
Unlike a normal human man, my god must be properly worshiped by the one who would have his child. He requires that all of them show their devotion, to know that his body is the ultimate vessel. So, I do what has to be done, and I do it with pride.
My tongue slips out between my lips and runs up and down along his fingers, taking in the freshly-cleaned scent of soaps and oils. I want to thank him fo being so wonderful, but I am commanded not to speak, and he says nothing as well. He doesn't have to. I do this because I desire him.
My kisses and licks move up along his body, taking in his definition, but then drawing down along his collar. The next step is to make him feel good. The studs on his nipples help stimulate him, but he wants more, and nods. I close my eyes tight and wap my teeth along the erect flesh. Too soft, and he will feel nothing, too hard, and I will be punished.
He sighs, and now, sitting upon his lap, I feel his growing want between his legs. I scoot back, moving down from his body, my tongue painting along his abdominals and swirling around his navel.
I shudder. So many places that could be vile and disgusting on any other creature are pleasant to the taste on my god. I wonder just how many servants he has clean him every day and what the secrets of his body are. Surely, as my god, he has access to all thee is needed to live forever young!
I am down on my knees once more, and this time, he undoes his skirt. I gasp when I see his length, his royal cock! Immediately, I nuzzle up against the shaft, rubbing it up over my nose and eye and crowning my forehead with its meaty goodness.
He smirks and nods, motioning with his hand. I need no further urging and I wrap my lips around it, shuddering as I taste his royal dick, and I plunge down, taking it, sucking it, loving it!