All MILFs are Mine Chapter 316: Mother Marie
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
Beyond the rugged peaks of the Talion Mountains stretches a modest realm called the Vergas Empire.
This compact, isolated domain gets surrounded by towering dark barriers, showing no clear entrances from any direction.
Over the realm floats a colossal construct, featuring six enormous obsidian rings stacked within one another, endlessly spinning around a shining blue orb at the core in overlapping loops—each following its own angled path, sliding quietly in a captivating, gear-like rhythm that avoids any clash.
That edifice cuts off nearly all sunlight from reaching the inside of the realm, turning farming of veggies or other plants utterly impossible.
Throughout the domain, most dwellings appear alike since they're crafted from dull gray rocks topped with crimson metal coverings.
Every structure carries a distinct numeral on its marker, all arranged in a tidy and easy-to-spot style.
At the realm's center, straight below the construct's blue core, rises an immense dark cathedral, bearing an emblem atop it: an upright eye within a ring.
On the cathedral's entrance... A man and woman, both human, hold an infant between them.
"Mother Marie... Please help us. We beg you, please save our child." The infant's mother sobbed, dropping to the cathedral steps and reaching out her arms with her ailing baby clutched in them.
The infant had gone fully blue from a strange illness, lying completely still.
"Mother Marie... PLEASE HELP US." The infant's father yelled at the top of his voice, drawing the eyes of every passerby near the cathedral.
...
"What happened to them?"
"I don’t know... I think their child is sick."
"Why are they here?"
"Looks like they are calling mother Marie to help their child."
"Why would mother Marie come out for them?"
"Why aren’t they going to the healers now?"
...
The crowd began whispering about the pair as larger numbers assembled before the cathedral.
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Within the cathedral, in the higher chambers, Mother Marie’s quarters...
A lady in her early forties stands before a large looking glass, gripping a tiny amulet shaped like the eye emblem atop the cathedral.
She dons a black blindfold woven from the softest fabric.
Her pale complexion glows with a rosy tint. Plump, shiny lips part slightly, moist and eager for a kiss at any instant.
She wears a lengthy ebony gown, so snug it squeezes her enormous breasts—massive, weighty mounds straining to burst free whenever possible.
Her peaks poke clearly through the fabric. With each inhale, her chest heaves and sways in a lewd display.
Her rear forms a huge, quivering mass of flesh, with cheeks so full and curved that the silk turns sheer over them, clinging to each dip, each shake, each naughty contour. It juts back like a platform built for smacks, grabs, and thrusts.
She embodies a living temptation in female shape.
"My lord, grant me your strength to rouse you once more from the underworld's depths..." Marie uttered while praying before the looking glass.
The moment Marie finished, shadowy mist began swirling in the glass, and a pair of fiery red eyes emerged amid the gloom.
"A pair waits on your steps, carrying their deceased infant, pleading for you to rescue him." A profound, ominous tone echoed from the glass.
"What do you wish me to do, my lord?" Marie inquired, her face showing no emotion.
"Revive that lifeless infant using this..." The tone directed, as a little vial materialized before the glass, brimming with luminous green fluid.
"Shall I give this to the infant, my lord?" Marie questioned with a grin, taking hold of the vial.
"That infant is gone, this fluid holds the essence from one of my servants... When you give it to him, Radams’ spirit will seize his form, and I'll gain a new servant once he matures. Hahahaha..." The tone answered, bursting into booming laughter.
"As you wish, my lord." Marie grabbed the vial and swiftly left the chamber without another word.
The instant she exited, two nuns draped fully in dark robes approached her, bowing lightly.
"Mother."
"Mother,"
"Eri and Keri... I hear pleas for aid. Whose are they?" Mother Marie asked, looking puzzled.
"Mother... It’s a pair at the cathedral entrance with a lifeless infant. They seek your aid." Eri answered, her face showing reluctance.
"I tried to send them away but they are not going away-"
"You don’t turn them from the house of the one true lord, Keri." Mother Marie responded with a grin as she headed to the cathedral's primary doors.
"But mother... That infant is dead. How can we revive a dead infant? Even the lord can’t bring back-" Before Keri finished, Mother Marie stopped short and spun around, her features twisted in fury.
"M-Mother... I-I didn’t meant to-" Before she could clarify. Mother Marie lifted her hand at Keri, and abruptly, dark runes surfaced around her throat.
*Thud*
"M-Mothe- *Cough-Cough*..." She began gasping as her cheeks flushed crimson, dropping instantly to her knees.
"Your faith in Lord Baltzaar appears to waver. Shall I recall how the lord had me rescue a worthless being like you from the alleys?
How he nourished you and molded you into his devoted follower? Or shall I simply end you and deliver you to him straight?"
"I-I a-a-am... S-S-So -rry... M-Mothe -r..." Keri gasped out, her voice strangled, as veins bulged along her neck.
"I'll handle you soon." Mother Marie said as she withdrew her spell and proceeded through the cathedral's entrance.