I hooked my fingers into the delicate silk of her thong. It felt like paper against the heat radiating from her skin. Slowly, I peeled it down, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
As expected of a Goddess, she was a masterpiece. Her pussy was the most perfect thing I'd ever seen—smooth, flawless, without a single blemish or stray hair. It looked like it had been sculpted from moonlight and velvet.
"Fuck... this can't be real," I whispered, the air catching in my throat.
"You'll only find out if it's real by touching it, Thomas," Eretria purred, her voice a low, vibrating hum that made my skin crawl with anticipation.
She was right. I had to move, but for the first time in my career, my hands were actually shaking. Move, motherfucker, move, I cursed myself. I was a pro. I'd handled the most famous starlets in the industry, but this was a divine trial.
Finally, my fingers brushed against her. The second my skin hit hers, an electric shock surged through my arm, snapping my focus back into place.
"Gosh... it's so pretty," I breathed.
"It's Primordial," she reminded me, her tone dripping with that regal arrogance.
Using two fingers, I parted her lips, revealing the glistening, deep pink interior. It was already wet, slick with a divine heat that seemed to pulse in time with the white void around us.
"I like that," Eretria hissed, her hips giving a small, hungry twitch. "Don't stop."
"Yes, ma'am," I grunted. I slid a single finger inside her, testing the friction. Her walls were tight—unbelievably tight—and they gripped me with a strength that felt like a warm, living vice. I moved in and out once, a slow, teasing stroke, before pulling back.
"Why are you stopping, human?" Eretria complained, her silver eyes snapping open, clouded with a sudden, jagged frustration.
I smirked. She loves it, I thought. Goddess or not, she's addicted to the friction.
This time, I didn't tease. I buried two fingers deep inside her and started to work, my hand moving in a rhythmic, professional "piping" motion. The effect was instantaneous. Eretria's fingers fisted into my hair, pulling with enough force that I thought she might scalp me, but I didn't care.
A moan escaped her lips—a raw, unbridled sound that echoed through the infinite white space. Then another. And another.
I grinned, a surge of pure, toxic ego hitting me. "I'm actually doing it. I'm making a Goddess lose her goddamn mind."
I curled my fingers, hooking them against her G-spot with the precision of a man who'd spent a decade studying anatomy. Her thighs began to tremble violently, her legs locking around my shoulders as she tried to pull me even closer.
"Oh fuck... that's so good, human!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "More! Give me more!"
I doubled the speed, my fingers working like a piston. I wasn't just "piping" her anymore; I was drilling.
"Ah—yes! Fuck, Thomas... that's it!" she shrieked, her back arching so high off the white floor I thought she'd snap.
I knew the timing. I'd spent years watching monitor screens for the exact moment a woman's muscles started to twitch. Just as she hit that peak, I slid my fingers out, but I didn't leave her empty for a second. I leaned in, my mouth wide, my breath hot against her slick, silver-tufted heat.
I pressed a hard, bruising kiss to the very top of her, right where the tension was highest, before my tongue lashed out. I tasted her, and holy shit, it didn't taste like any woman on Earth.
It was like honey mixed with electricity, a divine nectar that made my head spin and my cock throb so hard it actually hurt.
I circled her entrance, my tongue wiggling and prying the lips apart until she was wide open for me. Then, I buried it. I slid my tongue deep inside her, mimicking the thrust of a cock, rhythmic and relentless. I sucked on her like I was trying to drain the very essence of her divinity, my cheeks hollowing as I pulled the heat out of her.
My hands weren't idle, either. I reached around, my palms sliding over the silk of her thighs until I found those heavy, divine ass-cheeks. I dug my fingers in, giving them a brutal, possessive squeeze that left red marks on her glowing skin.
"OH FUCK! YES, THOMAS!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the infinite white void like a thunderclap. Her hips were bucking against my face now, her hands nearly ripping my hair out by the roots. "I'm going to.....I'm going to fucking cum!"
I grinned against her wet skin, the vibration of her voice rattling my teeth. I had her. The Primordial Goddess of Lust was about to hit the wall, and I was the one who'd driven her there.
"Do it," I growled against her. "Give me that divine nectar, Goddess. Let's see what you've got."
She pulled back abruptly, her breath coming in sharp, jagged hitches. Before I could go back in for the kill, she hooked a finger under my chin and forced my head up.
"You're a clever little thief, aren't you, Thomas?" Eretria purred, her silver eyes narrowed into dangerous, glowing slits. "Trying to trick a Goddess into crossing the finish line before I've even felt you inside me?"
"No...no, that's not it," I stammered, my heart thumping against my ribs like a jackhammer. My professional cool was starting to fray at the edges. Being caught out by a Primordial was a lot different than a director calling 'cut' because the lighting was off.
"It certainly looks like it," she whispered, her grip on my chin tightening just enough to let me know who was really in charge of this void. "Let's be very clear about the terms of our little contract. The only way you breathe Earth air again is if you make me cum with your cock. Not your mouth, not your talented fingers. Just. Your. Cock. Understand?"
I nodded desperately, the stakes finally sinking in. If I couldn't perform, if I was just a three-pump chump against a divine being, I was erased. Forever.
She didn't let go of my chin. Instead, she leaned forward, her massive, heavy breasts brushing against my chest with a heat that felt like a physical brand. She guided my head toward hers until our foreheads touched, her silver gaze boring into my soul.
"Don't disappoint me, human," she breathed.
Then, she closed the distance.
Our lips met.