The bright midday sun illuminated the temple of Myelin. The rays of the sun ran through the backyard with the garden of the goddess of virtue, consisting of abundantly overgrown beds with potatoes, cabbage and other cultivated plants. From the front facade, bright hats of flowers glittered, gleaming with drops of water from the caring watering of the nuns. At the entrance to the palace of the goddess, the sun's rays warmed two white female statues sitting on their knees and offering the traveler a bowl with a healing drink. Climbing up the high steps, the bunnies were lost in front of the massive gates and shyly glided up, along the gray arches of the huge structure. Penetrating through round windows with multicolored stained glass windows, the sunlight was scattered and lost in the large halls of the temple.

Everywhere there was a lot of fussing, young children were rushing around, helping with household chores, nuns walked a little more gradually, but not without much excitement. And lazily, scratching their chubby tums, and smoothing their beards, marched the very upper ranks of the temple. All of them were preparing for the harvest festival - the annual summer celebration of the virtuous Myelin. People from all the nearby villages were already flocking to the temple with offerings, someone with a bag of millet, well-to-do peasants with whole carriages of food, and some even with cattle, because as they said: "Take the bag of millet to Myelin and grow twice as much."

At this very time, two monks were talking peacefully in the courtyard of the temple, one fat old man and a young thin-built monk with a neat beard.

“And yet I’m happy for you. Novell, during such a period of time, progressed so much, you’ll soon go to the capital,” lazily drawing words, as if they were given to him with difficulty, said the barrel-shaped servant.

“I will miss you Master Romulus, you have done so much for me!”

- Of course, my boy, I hope you will never forget this! And you will remember the old man even behind the walls of the capital!

- Of course I will not forget! I can even say more, count on any help and support on my part.

- How joyfully to hear my boy, how joyful! - pretty smiling nodded the old monk.

Novel assured that he will certainly not forget the old monk and exchanging a couple of phrases, the guy said goodbye under the pretext of organizational matters. It is clear that Romulus was eager to get a patron in the capital. Personally, the young monk was absolutely spit on the fat old man, he had very different plans. Once an adept in the temple, the guy took off significantly on the career ladder and after only a year and a half he collected things for the move to the capital. However, it was worth the hard work, had to constantly flatter, lick ass and live in the web of lies and intrigue. For Novela, all this was terribly tedious, but the ultimate goal was worth it! High Priestess of Myelin! Oh wonderful, young flower! The beautiful maiden was the granddaughter of the high minister and at the age of twenty she took over such an important post. Rumors about her beauty spread throughout the neighborhood. The young incarnation of the goddess, the true virtue, was the name of the people around her. Slender and light as a feather girl, appeared in ceremonial dress embroidered with gold, purple inserts and held in her hands a wooden staff with inlaid ruby. Golden curls fell on the shoulders, gently covering the pretty face. And in the huge, full of warmth and childishly wide, blue eyes could dive and completely dissolve. When the involuntary observer had his eyes on Viola, his heart sank, from aching feeling, as if the goddess herself had descended from heaven, giving everyone her rays of goodness and warmth.

Novel licked his lips, just such she appeared before him two years ago.And only one thought arose in my head, to pull the staff out of my hands, burying myself in a heap of cloth, rip off clothes and squeeze an innocent body to myself. And after, reveling in virginal embarrassment, it is hot to have her in all poses, in all holes. Thoughts alone ran through goosebumps and filled the body with a nervous tremor. Novel has already achieved a lot lately and gradually approached its intended goal.

The guy went through a large hall, several outbuildings and began to go down the stairs lit by burning torches. On the lower levels of the temple, which were located underground, there were living quarters for novices. Novel pulled a key from his pocket and, looking around, walked into one of the many rooms. The modest decoration consisted of a chest (he is also a chair), standing next to a simple wooden table and a bed made with linen. Pretty simple, isn't it? However, most servants lived in shared rooms and could not even boast of such delights.

Novel closed the door and lit a candle on the table. Sitting on the bed, he began to wait. It is foolish to leave without saying goodbye to Mila. He will definitely miss her in the capital, for such a period of time the guy managed to become attached to her. At least this is the little that pleased him in this place.

The door opened and Mila entered the room. The girl was not surprised to see a young monk in her room. She locked the door with a key and untied the knot on her belt and dropped the novice's brown robe onto the chest. A slender, dark-skinned girl in gray pantaloons and a light calico t-shirt opened her eyes.

Novel greeted the guest with a smile and took a root from the sinus, read a simple spell, he instantly flashed and sweet smoke filled the room, now no one will hear them, even if they yell with all the dope.

- Tough day? - sympathetically asked the guy.

- Not that word! - the girl sat down next to the bed. And also you are leaving, you have done so much for me! If it were not for you, I would have rotted away as a vile slave. I will miss you!

The novel stroked the lush hair, his hand gently sprung on the luxurious head of hair. Lips touched the black neck and gently kissed her, rising a little higher than Novell gently whispered: “Do not be sad, you are clever, you can easily cope on your own!”.

Mila turned to him. Beautiful features with a characteristic large nose, attractive eyes, in which a dark-carey iris merged with the pupil and gave an incredibly penetrating and even a bit demonic look. Droplets of tears flowed from these beautiful eyes, running brackish paths across the chocolate skin and glittering from the faint light of the candlestick. Mila’s face expressed such kindness and devotion, and the kiss was so sensual, as if they were saying goodbye for the rest of their lives.

- I want you to remember me forever! - Mila said with a gasp.

She sat on her knees and her nimble fingers slid over the clothes, taking out a member. More than twenty centimeters of perfect perfection! A smooth, powerful trunk with a spiderweb of pulsing veins and two large eggs decorated Novella’s slender body. The girl sat down, and began with diligent diligence to lick the base with the tongue. Abundantly wetting the skin with saliva, she moved from the testicles to the head, richly moisturizing the entire organ. Novel admired the picture. This was something charming when a person tries to please you with all his might. And black eyes filled with devotion, what could be better than this moment?

Having achieved that streams of saliva flowed down like a rock stronghold, Mila grabbed the tip of the penis and began to gently suck on it. Her fingers gently held the barrel, and all attention was directed to the barrel of the gun. Novel groaned when his head slipped into the girl's wet mouth. Passing through Mila's tight ring of lips, the foreskin moved, and the head met the virtuoso tongue. He fluttered over the heated end of the guy, gently touching the bright red skin. Novel watched as Mila worked with care on his instrument.The girl’s mouth was filled with saliva, and each acquaintance with a playful tongue inflamed the pleasure even more. Fingers gently squeezed the testicles, gently massaging them, and caressing the head, Mila began to immerse the penis deeper and deeper. Novel squeezed the blankets with his fingers, ...