All MILFs are Mine Chapter 316: Mother Marie
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
Deep past the rugged peaks of the Talion Mountains stretches a modest realm called the Vergas Empire.
This compact, isolated domain is surrounded by enormous dark barriers, featuring no apparent entrances from any direction.
Overhead, a colossal formation floats above the realm—six enormous obsidian rings, fitted within one another, perpetually spinning around a bright azure orb in overlapping orbital motions—each following its unique angled path, gliding quietly in a mesmerizing, automated rhythm without ever touching.
The formation obstructs nearly all sunlight from penetrating the realm, rendering it impossible to cultivate veggies or any other plants.
Within the realm, nearly every dwelling appears alike, constructed from dull gray rocks topped with crimson metal coverings.
Each home bore distinct numerals on their plaques, arranged in a neat and orderly fashion that's easy to identify.
At the realm's center, directly beneath the azure core of the formation, stood an immense obsidian temple crowned with a emblem: an upright eye enclosed in a ring.
At the temple's entrance... A man and woman, clutching a baby, positioned themselves there.
"Mother Marie... Please help us. We beg you, save our child." The baby's mother sobbed, collapsing onto the temple steps while stretching out her arms holding her ill infant.
The infant had become entirely azure due to a mysterious illness, lying utterly still.
"Mother Marie... PLEASE HELP US." The baby's father bellowed, drawing the gaze of all passersby near the temple.
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"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 murmuring about the pair as increasing numbers assembled before the temple.
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Within the temple's upper quarters, in Mother Marie’s chamber...
A lady in her early forties stood before a large looking glass, grasping a tiny amulet bearing the identical eye motif atop the temple.
She wore a dark blindfold crafted from exceedingly gentle fabric.
Her pale complexion already glowed rosy. Plump, shiny lips slightly open, moist and eager for a kiss at any instant.
She donned a lengthy ebony gown, so constricting it squeezed her enormous breasts—massive, weighty mounds straining to burst free whenever possible.
Her nipples poked out plainly beneath the fabric. With each inhale, her chest heaved and quivered in a lewd display.
Her rear formed a gigantic, swaying mass of flesh, with cheeks so plump and spherical that the material pulled taut and sheer over them, clinging to each indentation, each sway, each sinful contour. It protruded like a platform begging for strikes, squeezes, and thrusts.
She embodied temptation incarnate as a female figure.
"My lord, grant me your strength to rouse you once more from the underworld's abyss..." Marie intoned, offering her prayer to the mirror.
The moment Marie uttered those words, shadowy mist began to swirl within the glass, and a pair of crimson eyes ignited amid the gloom.
"A pair stands on your steps, holding their deceased infant, pleading for you to rescue him." A profound, ominous tone echoed from the mirror.
"What do you wish me to do, my lord?" Marie inquired, her face impassive.
"Revive that lifeless infant using this..." The tone directed, as a petite vial materialized before the mirror, brimming with radiant emerald fluid.
"Shall I administer this to the infant, my lord?" Marie questioned with a grin, taking hold of the vial.
"That infant is already gone; this fluid holds the essence of one of my servants... When you give it to him, Radams’ spirit will seize control of the body, granting me a fresh servant upon his maturity. Hahahaha..." The tone responded, erupting into boisterous laughter.
"As you wish, my lord." Marie seized the vial and swiftly exited the chamber, uttering no further words.
The instant she departed the room, two additional sisters in full black robes approached, offering a gentle incline.
"Mother."
"Mother,"
"Eri and Keri... I hear pleas for aid. Who makes them?" Mother Marie queried, her features puzzled.
"Mother... It’s a couple at the temple's entrance with a dead infant. They seek your assistance." Eri answered, her look uncertain.
"I tried to send them away, but they won’t leave—"
"You do not turn away from the sanctuary of the one true lord, Keri." Mother Marie responded smilingly, proceeding toward the temple's primary portals.
"But Mother... That infant is dead. How can we restore a dead child? Even the lord cannot revive— " Before Keri finished speaking, Mother Marie stopped abruptly and spun around, fury etched on her visage.
"M-Mother... I-I didn’t mean to— " Before she could clarify. Mother Marie lifted her palm at Keri, and abruptly, shadowy runes encircled her throat.
*Thud*
"M-Mothe- *Cough-Cough*..." She began to strangle, her cheeks flushing crimson as she dropped instantly to her knees.
"Your faith in Lord Baltzaar appears to waver. Shall I recall how the lord instructed me to rescue a wretched 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 at once?"
"I-I a-am... S-So -rry... M-Mother..." Keri gasped amid her strangling, as vessels bulged along her neck.
"I will handle you afterward." Mother Marie stated, withdrawing her spell and striding forth from the temple's entrance.