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I brush tentative fingertips up her legs, and the feel of her skin is better than I imagined. I rub my cheek against the inside of her thigh, reveling in the warm, heady scent of her arousal. It’s the most exquisite perfume and my mouth waters at the thought of how she will taste on my tongue.

Experimentally, I lick the skin of her glorious, rounded hip and my eyes almost roll back into my head.Truly divine.

Anya moans softly and runs her fingers through my hair as I nuzzle my way up her body. I alternate kisses, licks, and gentle, claiming nips from my teeth and catalog the way she squirms and whimpers and pants beneath my touch.

If I had another millennium of life, it would not be enough to memorize every expression, every twitch of muscle, every ferocious uptake of breath when My Goddess’s pleasure begins to build. Returning to her mouth, I take her lips and tongue again in a greedy kiss. I want to devour her. Fierce possessiveness burns through my veins like venom, and I fight an onslaught of hunger that is so powerful, it makes my blue green photophores flicker crimson.

Anya notices and pauses.

“Leo? Is everything all rright? What was that?” she rasps, her voice thick with passion.

I need to calm myself—to gather my thoughts. I inhale at the junction of her neck and shoulder, then trail kisses down her chest to score my teeth against the pebbled tip of her nipple. She gasps and bucks against me. I draw it into my mouth, lathing my tongue across it and sucking harder when Anya’s moans take on a keening pitch.

Inspired, I knead her other breast with my palm and summon some of my dormant tentacles’ stinging cells to my fingertips. As Anya writhes beneath me, I unleash a sharp sting upon her oversensitive nipple—not enough to damage her perfect breasts, but enough to send her a jolt of pleasure-goading pain. She arches up against me with a shriek.

“Holy fuck! What was that?” she cries. “God, Leo, that was amazing—do it again.”

This time, I send some of the cells to the tip of my tongue where it swirls around her nipple. Again, the sharp shock of pain elicits a beautiful, shrill scream from her throat, and I scent a renewed flood of arousal between her legs.

Your body is so responsive to pleasure and pain. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like you were made to be worshipped in this way by me. Is this good for you, My Goddess? Do you want me to continue?

“I’m halfway to coming and you haven’t even touched my pussy yet,” Anya says. “If you stop now, I will vaporize you in the plasma heaters.”

I chuckle at her lascivious violence.

Perhaps there is something of the Goddess of Death and Carnal Pleasures in you, after all. Now, lie back and spread those legs for me, Fierce One, so that I may feast upon that divine cunt.

Anya mutters many coarse words to herself, but does as I ask. She spreads her legs too slowly to match the ferocity of my hunger, though, and I eagerly wrench her thighs apart. The sight of her human sex—soft, pink, and dripping with arousal for me—is too much to bear. My righteous priest’s control snaps in an instant, and I dive forward to lay my unworthy mouth upon her.

With the first swipe of my tongue, all my thoughts stutter to a stop. She tastes of the sea. Warm, saline, faintly sweet…My Anya tastes so much like home, it’s all I can do not to sink inside her and live there forever.

Her moan brings me back to myself, and I pull her down toward me so I can explore her slick folds more thoroughly. I eagerly lap at the wetness coating her flesh, then flick my tongue against the small bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. As soon as I do, Anya moans encouragement, then holds my head more firmly.

Ah, so this is where you want my attention…

“It’s so good—feels so good, please keep going. Keep licking my clit,” she groans. “More.”

I take some time experimenting with my touch, swirling tight circles, alternating with wide sweeps, then almost losing myself entirely when I thrust my tongue up into her hot channel. Each action whips her into a frenzy, and I sense she’s building toward her climax. Her pleasure has my nerves crackling and muscles tensing in my desperation to claim her.

“Leo,” she chokes out on a whine. “I’m so close, please, I need more. I need…”

I know what you need, Anya. I know what your sweet cunt needs and I’m going to give it to you. Your pleasure is my greatest work—it is yours, and it is mine. Do you understand, Beloved One?

I slide one finger inside her and there is a faint roar of ocean waves in my ears. My mind is close to short circuiting from the utter perfection of her slippery sex. Anya tries to grind against my mouth and hand, and I press her back down on the bed.

No, My Goddess. This is mine for now. Yes?

“Yes,” she says with a shudder.

With another chuckle, I slide a second finger inside her, pumping them in time with her pulse. She still writhes, clearly needing more, so I twist my fingers in her and curl them against a spongy spot on her inner walls where I sense the electricity sparking just beneath the surface. Again, she bows up off the bed and I must push her back down again.

Mine, I remind her.

She’s close now, and my need to experience her release is all-consuming. Again, I summon the stinging cells to the tip of my tongue, and I time one final, punishing thrust of my fingers with the electric lick of pain against her clit, and she shatters beneath me. Her tight core clenches around my fingers and her panting breaths cease for a beat as I feel pleasure roll over her in successive waves. Finally, all the tension leaves My Goddess, and her limbs fall to her sides on a satisfied groan.

“Oh my god—that was the best oral sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Anya says, languidly reaching for me. “Will you come up here and hold me for a bit?”

My own sexual need claws at me, but I turn away from it in the face of her sweet request.