Chapter 22: Sorrush Morning Routine (-R18)

Sorrush carried a candle in her hand and a statue of Ashtarot on her other hand, her steps causing the flames of the floor candles to flicker as she moved down the dark hallway.

The immense corridor was lined with giant paintings and photos of Ashtarot, each one capturing his stern, unsmiling visage, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Her silver hair cascaded over her silver dress, swaying with each step. Her eyes remained fixed on the path ahead until she came to a halt in front of an altar dominated by a colossal statue of Ashtarot, towering at least five meters high.

The altar featured three statues: the left statue depicted Ashtarot holding a severed head in his left hand, a sword in the other, and clad in full armor.

The right statue showed him almost naked, a mere cloth covering his lower body, holding a cup in one hand while embracing a cat with the other.

The central statue portrayed him seated on a throne, crowned, surrounded by many swords, exuding majesty.

Sorrush placed her candle on the altar, which was already adorned with a blade, a cheesecake, and a statue of a black cat, all surrounded by more candles.

She then knelt before the statues, and lifted the small statue on her hand, her voice reverent and fervent.

"Oh, my lovely, dearest, beloved, majestic, glorious, gorgeous, enchanting, my love, my muse, my life, Ashtarot. Please bless me for today."

Her tone grew more intense, her devotion palpable. "You need to love me more, to feel my existence, my beating heart, my soul, my mind, and my desire to make you mine."

She shout at it, her eyes were blood shot and the veins on her temple were pulsating with rage.

"I hope today there is no whore who will seduce you with their venomous mouths and slutty bodies. There are no better sluts than my sisters and me!"

Sorrush stood and hovered up to the middle statue of Ashtarot, seating herself on its lap and embracing it tightly.

"I will never let you be touched by any sluts. I will make you pure for me and my sisters."

She lifted her head, gazing at the statue with dreamy eyes. "My beloved Ashtarot, you will only be mine and my sisters'. No one else can have you. If you love someone else, I will kill them, kill my sisters, and kill myself, so we can be together in another life."

Hugging the statue even tighter, she whispered, "This is how much I love you. I hope you can feel it, and even if you can't, I know you couldn't hold that love in your heart as it would burst."

"So let me be burdened by this love."

Sorrush felt her heart pounding, ready to explode at any moment, and her body becoming hot. She wanted to touch herself, but she didn't know how to. The need, however, was undeniable.

She decided to lift her dress and spread her legs. Slowly, she brushed her fingers over her underwear, feeling a little pleasure as she pressed down, the fabric dampening under her touch.

"Nnghh..."

It wasn't enough, but she was scared to touch herself directly. Still, she was so horny it was unbearable. Summoning her courage, she slipped a hand inside her panties and inserted a finger inside her cunt.

At first, the sensation was strange, her finger encountering the slick, warm walls of her vagina. She wasn't used to this, but imagining Ashtarot doing it made her body feel hotter.

Her finger moved deeper, exploring the unfamiliar territory, until she pressed against a spot that made her jolt with pleasure.

"AAAHHH??!! It feels so good. Oh Ashtarot, please touch me in another place again."

She added another finger, feeling the tightness as her body adjusted. The sensation was incredible, her fingers rubbing against her inner walls, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating through her.

She began to move them in and out slowly, feeling the slickness increase as her arousal grew, the walls of her pussy clenching around her fingers in response.

Sorrush imagined Ashtarot calling her a slut and thrusting his long fingers inside her with a fast pace, not caring about her screams and just wrecking her like she was a whore.

"Nghhh!!! Ashtarot, please make me your slut! Ah! Ah!"

She quickened her pace, her fingers moving in and out rapidly, feeling the intense friction and the way her inner muscles clenched around them.

Her juices were now flowing freely, making everything slippery and heightening her sensitivity. Her hole pulsated and tightened, a sign that she was close to climax.

Then she noticed the small statue of Ashtarot in her hand and got an idea. She slowly inserted the statue, her wetness making it glide in easily, her inner walls stretching to accommodate it.

"AHHH!!! YOU FEEL SO GOOD, ASHTAROT! I CAN FEEL YOU INSIDE ME!!!"

She could feel every detail on the small Ashtarot statue, from his intricately carved head to his hands, which scraped against her inner walls.

Her cunt responded eagerly to these sensations, tightening and pulsing around the statue. It felt as though it was his cock inside her, and the thought made her even more turned on.

She started moving the statue faster, her body slick with sweat and trembling with each thrust. She couldn't hold back anymore, imagining Ashtarot fucking her until she was broken.

He looked at her like she was a lowly prostitute, called her a slut, and spat on her. The thought was intoxicating, her toes curling as she approached climax.

"AHHH!!! YES!!! YES!!! ASHTAROT, PLEASE LOOK DOWN ON ME!!! MAKE ME YOURS ONLY!!!"

"I'M YOUR SLUT!!!"

With one final thrust of the statue, her body convulsed in ecstasy. She felt like she was in heaven, stars dancing before her eyes. The intensity was overwhelming, temporarily robbing her of coherent thought.

Once she regained her breath and focus, she removed the statue from her pussy, noting how it was soaked with her juices.

But all she could see was Ashtarot's cock, wet because of her. So she started licking it, imagining he ordered her to clean him. Slowly, she savored her own sweetness, her tongue tracing every contour of the statue until it was clean.

Sorrush hugged the statue, "AHHH~ I wish you could touch me and fuck me."

Her morning routine had now evolved from worshipping Ashtarot's sculpture to also pleasuring herself. It was her first time, and it felt so good she didn't want to stop.