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It would be my honor, My Anya.

The barest trace of disappointment at not finding Sindaria evaporates with Anya’s sweet sigh of satisfaction, and I know I will give up everything to stay with her always. I cannot feel sadness or despair over the realization. As I crawl up to wrap my new limbs around my little human goddess, I cannot feel anything but complete and utter contentment.

chapterfive

anya

Leo wrapsme in his limbs and presses his face to the crook of my neck, as if I’m going to float away on the tide. I chuckle a bit, then remember he’s never cuddled a human before, and a wave of tenderness overtakes me.

“Thank you,” I say, trying to power through my awkwardness. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s done…that…for me and I wasn’t kidding when I said you were the best I’ve ever had.”

Leo grins and cracks one bright eye open at me.

I am glad you enjoyed it. Though I can’t say I am pleased hearing about others who have failed to serve your pleasure.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” I laugh.

Not jealous. Just disappointed in the skill of your previous partners. An unsatisfied goddess is dangerous and irresponsible. Who knows what horrors she would unleash?

He runs a feather-light touch over my abdomen, and I chuckle when I realize he’s teasing me. His hard cock presses against my hip and I reach down to wrap my fingers around it. Immediately, he tenses.

“What about you, Leo? What pleasure do you get from your ritual?” I ask. I stroke my hand up and down his hot length and every muscle in his body goes taut like a stretched rubber band.

My pleasure comes from yours, My Goddess. I do not need release.

“What if your goddess wants you to have one, anyway?” I press, swinging my leg over his and straddling his hips in one smooth movement.

I squeeze the base of his cock gently and his eyes widen in surprise.

I would never deny My Goddess anything.

“Good,” I murmur as I bend down to run my tongue over the glowing precum beading at the tip.

Leo’s hands fist in the sheets at his sides, then unclench and reach for my hair.

I…I have not known pleasure like this, Anya. I don’t…I don’t know what…

I slide my lips around him and take him fully in my mouth. When I swirl my tongue around his pleasantly salty skin, there’s a faint ripping sound, and I open my eyes to see the sheets shredded beneath dagger-like claws that have erupted from his fingers.

It’s too good. I don’t…I can’t…

Suddenly, he sits up and pulls me off him, and he slides out of my mouth with a wet pop. His movements are rough but restrained, and I can tell he’s barely able to maintain control. It’s a lit match on the tinderbox of my lust, and my rapidly kindling need is about to become an inferno.

“Can I show you what comes next?” I ask. “Do you want to keep going?”

His thoughts come through in fragments now, unlike the clear conversations we’ve had thus far. He’s a dark well of voracious need—this is truly the priest of a goddess of sex and death. The glowing blue green of his eyes darkens to an electric violet, and he finally nods at me.

Gripping his cock again, I position him at my entrance, taking a moment to slide the tip through my slick folds. His hands claw at my hips—fingers digging into the soft flesh of my sides in a not-unpleasant way. Slowly, I sink down onto him until he’s sheathed to the hilt. I’m stretched with the fullness of him, but it’s good—so good I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.

His gaze is riveted on the place where our bodies join, and when I start moving, rising above him and rhythmically lowering myself back onto his hard length, his eyes drift close in instinctive bliss.

My Anya. My Goddess. Yes, Goddess—you feel so incredible. My body hasn’t known pleasure like this. My soul hasn’t known joy like this. It feels like coming home. I am forever yours, My Anya.

His words send a thrill through me, as if my loneliness has found its answering call. My whole life I thought I longed for the stars, but maybe my need was for more than that. Maybe it was a sense of home, of belonging, of adventure, of joy—all things I’m feeling with Leo. Emotion forms a tight ball in my throat as I pick up speed, and Leo’s desperate panting is coming in sharp gasps.

As if he’s reading my mind—hell, maybe he is—he suddenly hooks one leg around mine and flips me beneath him. He lifts one of my thighs up to adjust his angle of penetration, and then he’s pistoning into me with the exact amount of force I need to sight an oncoming orgasm on my horizon.

Do you wish for more, My Goddess?