I looked down at her. Her massive, heavy breasts were heaving with anticipation, her dark nipples scraping against my skin. Between her legs, the pristine, dew-slicked lips of her pussy pulsed, weeping a clear, fragrant nectar that smelled like the very essence of desire.
The stakes were higher than any film set. There were no cameras, no directors, and no "cut." This was raw, divine carnal warfare.
"Satisfy a Goddess?"
The words tasted like iron and honey. This was the ultimate audition, and the price of failure was eternal nothingness.
"If you can't take the first step, little stallion, then allow me to guide you," the Goddess purred.
She traced a single, electrified finger along the vein of my shaft, and a jolt of pure white heat surged through me. Then, she wrapped her hand around the base. Her skin wasn't just soft, it was perfectly tempured, pulsing with a rhythmic warmth that made every nerve ending in my body scream in a way no human woman ever could.
In my old body, I would have been a corpse the moment her palm touched me. But here, my new heart hammered with the steady power of a forge.
"It's so thick... so heavy," she whispered, her violet eyes clouding with a haze of genuine lust. Her grip tightened, jerking me in slow, agonizingly perfect circular motions. "I've bedded gods with less presence than this. I can feel the hunger in your marrow, Andrew. It's... delicious."
My cock throbbed, a bead of translucent precum glistening at the tip like a diamond. I felt the pressure building in my core, a tidal wave of seed ready to crash. She picked up the pace, her hand becoming a blur of friction and silk.
"Fuck... yes," I growled, my head tossing back. "Don't stop."
"It's so rich," she moaned, licking her lips as she watched the muscle of my thighs twitch. "I wonder... do you actually have enough in you to make a Goddess break?"
The volcano was about to erupt. I felt the familiar tighten in my gut, the point of no return—but then, she vanished. The friction stopped instantly, leaving me throbbing and desperate in the cool jungle air.
"Why the hell did you stop?" I gasped, my vision swimming.
"Patience, Andrew," she said, looking up at me from the ground. She had dropped to her knees with a grace that made the movement look like a coronation. "A king does not spill his treasury on the floor. You aren't allowed to cum until you've filled me to the brim. But first..."
She looked at my erection as if it were the finest delicacy in the universe. Slowly, she parted those glistening, perfect lips and let her tongue swirl around the crown. The sensation was like being licked by a flame that didn't burn.
"Holy fuck," I choked out.
She took me in. The heat of her mouth was a different dimension entirely—tight, wet, and radiating a suction that felt like it was pulling the very mana out of my blood. Her raven hair fell forward, framing her face as she looked up at me through her lashes, her eyes mocking and inviting all at once.
This was it. The divine blowjob.
She pulled back slowly, a glistening bridge of saliva stretching from her glossy lips to the head of my cock, shimmering like a silver thread in the jungle light.
Put it back. Please, just put it back. My mind was screaming, every nerve ending in my body screaming for the return of that divine heat.
She didn't listen—not yet. She gave me a single, firm stroke with her hand, her palm radiating a friction that felt like it was polishing steel. "Do you enjoy the taste of my favor, little stallion?"
"Fuck... it's more than good," I rasped, my voice breaking. "It's everything."
As she moved her hand, her breasts—those massive, gravity-defying watermelons—bounced in a rhythmic, hypnotic tempo. The dark, heavy aureolas danced with every motion, the skin so pale and translucent it looked like fine marble. I couldn't help myself. I reached out, my fingers sinking into the plush, heavy weight of her left breast.
It felt like holding a cloud made of silk and fire. It was impossibly soft, yet possessed a firm, elastic tension that pushed back against my palm. As I squeezed, I felt her heart thumping against my knuckles—a deep, resonant vibration that felt like the heartbeat of the earth itself.
"Yes," she moaned, her head lulling back. "Squeeze it. Claim it. I am the source of all your strength, Andrew. Drink from the well."
Encouraged by her moan, she dove back in.
This time, there was no teasing. She took me in one fluid, hungry motion, my entire length disappearing into the velvet furnace of her throat. I felt the ring of her muscles tighten around me, a suction so intense it felt like it was pulling the marrow from my bones. Her tongue vibrated, massaging the underside of my shaft with a dexterity that no human woman could ever hope to replicate.
The "Mid-Tier" actor in me died right then. The "Hunter" was born.
I couldn't just stand there and take it anymore. I needed to conquer. I reached down, my hands burying themselves in the thick, silken river of her black hair, and I gripped her head with a firm, possessive strength.
"I'm not just going to watch," I growled.
I began to thrust.
Klck. Klck. Klck. The sound of my meat hitting the back of her throat was a wet, rhythmic percussion that echoed through the trees. I buried myself deep, feeling the tip of my cock blunt against the very end of her divine gullet. She didn't gag; she thrived. Her throat flared to accommodate me, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as I treated a Goddess like my personal sleeve.
Every thrust felt like I was pumping Mana into my own soul. The more I dominated her, the steadier my new heart became. I was reaching the end of my tether, the pressure in my balls becoming a heavy, white-hot weight.
"You're... so... tight," I choked out, my hips snapping forward with a primal aggression I'd never felt on a movie set.
She looked up at me through her lashes, her face flushed, her mouth full of me, and her eyes sparkling with a challenge. She wanted more. She wanted the full weight of the man she was about to unleash on Aethelgard.
For twenty minutes, I used the back of her throat as a forge, hammering my cock into her until the rhythm was the only thing left in the universe. Her divine composure shattered. Tears of pure, overstimulated bliss streaked down her cheeks, and her hands gripped my thighs so hard I felt the heat of her mana seeping into my skin.
When I finally pulled out, the sound was a wet, heavy pop that echoed through the jungle.
She sat back on her heels, gasping for the air I'd been stealing. Her face was flushed a deep, violent crimson, her glossy lips swollen and slick with a mixture of her own divinity and my scent.
"Were you trying to choke a Goddess to death with that thing?" she rasped, wiping a strand of saliva from her chin with a trembling hand.
"Would you have died?" I grinned, feeling a surge of confidence that had nothing to do with a script. This was real. This was power.
She let out a low, breathy laugh that vibrated in her chest. "I'm the source of desire, Andrew. I don't die from it... but you certainly came close to making me forget who I was. I didn't expect this much... stamina from a mid-tier soul."
"I told you," I said, my cock still standing like a pillar of hot iron, throbbing with a heartbeat of its own. "I'm in top form. My heart feels like a goddamn reactor."
"So it does." She stood up, her massive breasts swaying, her dark nipples still hard and pointing at me like an accusation. She moved closer, the scent of her opening—that intoxicating, floral musk—rising up to meet me. "But we've only scratched the surface. Are you ready for the next stage?"
"I've been ready since the moment I woke up here," I said.
She reached up, her hands cupping the back of my neck. Her touch was no longer just soft; it was heavy with intent. "Then tell me, Andrew... can you handle a Goddess's Kiss? It isn't just a touch of the lips. It's the merging of our essences. It's where I plant the seed of the System within you."
She leaned in, her breasts crushing against my chest, the heat of her skin making my blood boil.
"If you survive this kiss and whatever comes with it," she whispered against my mouth, "you'll never be 'mid-tier' again. You'll be the Apex. Now... open up."
I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her creamy, thick thighs flush against mine, and met her halfway.