Anuver lay beside her in the afterglow of their kisses, propped on one elbow, golden eyes tracing every curve of Aurel's naked body. The goddess's skin seemed to shimmer faintly in the suite's soft light, flawless and radiant, her massive breasts rising and falling with each deep, unsteady breath. Her golden hair spilled across the pillows like a river of sunlight.
Hah… Aurel, you really are beautiful, he thought, a rush of pure, dizzying excitement flooding his chest. Shit, this feels unreal. All those years staring at screens, imagining… and now she's right here. Warm. Soft. Naked. Because of me.
Without realizing it, his gaze had drifted distant for a moment past the windows, past the clouds brushing against the faint ripple of darkness stirring far below in Domain 5. It had awakened at the exact instant Alto arrived. Just like in the game lore. Suspiciously synchronized. The demon essence beginning its slow grind for power while the hero adapted from nothing.
Makes sense, he mused idly. Classic setup. Darkness starts strong, hero starts weak. Perfect tragedy brewing.
But the thought vanished as quickly as it came. None of that mattered right now.
With a lazy flicker of will, Anuver dismissed his remaining clothes. The blue suit dissolved into motes of light, leaving him bare.
Then confusion.
He glanced down.
Where there should have been… well, something… there was nothing. Smooth, featureless skin. No male anatomy. No female either. Just neutral perfection.
Fuck. Genderless? His mind reeled. How the hell did I feel aroused earlier? How does any of this work?
Curiosity overrode panic. He reached down, fingers brushing the blank space, and thought of what he wanted what he'd imagined countless times in his old life. A big, thick cock, fitting for the God-King he now was.
Reality obeyed instantly.
Flesh reshaped in a warm ripple of divine energy. In seconds, a fully formed, impressive erection stood proud hard, throbbing, and very real.
Aurel's golden eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping her lips. My lord can… switch forms? Even gender? Truly, there is no limit to his power…
Anuver caught her staring, a smug grin spreading across his face despite the lingering shock in his own mind.
"Where are you looking, Aurel?" His voice was teasing, low, commanding. "Don't you know what you should do?"
The goddess moved instantly graceful even in her desire. She slid from the bed to her knees before him, hands trembling slightly as they wrapped around his newly-formed length. Her touch was soft, warm, reverent fingers barely able to circle him fully.
Anuver inhaled sharply.
Holy shit.
The sensation was nothing like jerking off. No comparison. Her palms were silk, her breath hot against his skin as she leaned in. The first tentative lick of her tongue slow, worshipful, from base to tip sent lightning straight up his spine.
"F-Fuck…" he breathed, head falling back. His hand instinctively threaded into her golden hair, not pushing, just anchoring himself as waves of pleasure hit.
Aurel took him deeper, lips stretching around him, tongue swirling with surprising skill. As expected of a goddess, he thought dazedly. She knows exactly ahh exactly what to do.
Wet heat enveloped him fully now, her head bobbing slowly, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Soft hums vibrated through him, sending his hips twitching forward involuntarily.
It was too much and not enough at once. His first real blowjob from a literal goddess on her knees and his mind was already short-circuiting.
After minutes that felt like hours, he gently pulled her off with a wet pop, chest heaving. Her lips were swollen, eyes glassy with desire, a thin strand of saliva connecting her to him.
"Enough," he rasped. "I need to be inside you. Now."
He guided her back onto the bed, spreading her thighs with trembling hands not from nerves, but from sheer overwhelming want. His fingers found her core slick, burning hot, ready.
He slid one finger in, then two, curling gently. Aurel cried out, back arching, walls clenching around him.
So tight. So wet. All for him.
Anuver's heart pounded. This was it. His first time. Not alone in a dark room with a screen but here, with a goddess moaning his name.
He positioned himself at her entrance, eyes locked on hers.
"Aurel… look at me."
Golden met golden.
Then he pushed in slow, relentless, inch by inch.
The feeling was indescribable.
Tight, wet heat gripped him like a vice made of velvet. Aurel's eyes flew wide, mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her nails dug into his back as he stretched her, filled her completely.
Anuver groaned deep in his chest, buried to the hilt.
This… this is what I've been missing. This is real.
He stayed still for a moment, savoring the connection the way she fluttered around him, the way her body yielded perfectly to his.
Then he began to move.
Slow at first deep, grinding thrusts that drew broken moans from Aurel with every stroke. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her into each thrust. Faster. Harder.
The room filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting, her cries growing louder, more desperate. Divine energy sparked between them, gold and white light dancing across sweat-slicked skin.
Aurel came first hard body seizing, walls clamping down around him as she screamed his name. The sensation dragged Anuver over the edge with her. Pleasure exploded behind his eyes, white-hot and endless, as he spilled deep inside her with a guttural groan.
They collapsed together, trembling, tangled, breathless.
Anuver held her close, face buried in her hair, heart racing.
Twenty-seven years… worth every second.
And in the quiet afterglow, with a goddess curled against his chest, the God-King smiled.