I felt my heart hammer against my ribs. Fuck a Goddess?
I'd bedded nearly sixty women, but this was a different sport entirely. It was like going from the minor leagues straight to the World Series without a warm-up.
"One favor?" I asked, my voice rasping like I'd swallowed sandpaper. "That's it? I give you the ride of your life, and I get my soul back?"
"Give me the ride of my life?" She smirked, her hand sliding lower, bypassing my chest and heading straight for the waistband of my trousers. "Oh, Thomas. Such confidence. But I expect a performance worthy of an elite. I want to see exactly why my sisters are so obsessed with you."
It was one thing to have a divine fan club; it was another thing to have the President of that club demanding a private show.
"What's the matter? Are you shy?" Eretria asked, her palm flat against my bare chest. I could feel the heat radiating off her. "Don't be intimidated by the 'Goddess' title. I've heard rumors that humans have a certain... primitive stamina that we lack in the higher planes. Especially you."
I caught a flicker in her silver eyes. It was a challenge. She wasn't just horny but she was also skeptical.
She wanted to see if the legendary Thomas was actually a stallion or just a guy with a good camera crew and better lighting. She was daring me to prove I was worth the hype.
She tilted her head, clearly reading the defiance in my thoughts.
"I really want to find out if you're as interesting as you look on camera," she whispered.
Then, her hand landed on my cock.
She didn't break eye contact. Her grip was firm, certain, and devastating.
"Such a heavy weight for a human," she purred, her thumb tracing the head through the fabric. "Larger than some of the lesser gods I've known. Though size is only the opening act, isn't it?"
She leaned in close, her lips so near I could taste her breath. Fuck. My shit was going to burst if she kept this up. My pulse was a riot in my ears.
She began to stroke me in a slow rhythm that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. With every movement, those basketball-sized tits of hers bounced, the dark circles of her nipples teasing me through the thin silk.
"Are those real?" I managed to choke out. It was a stupid question, but looking at them was like staring at the sun, blinding and impossible to ignore.
She looked down at her massive chest and smiled, a little curve of the lips. She didn't need to answer. Of course they were real. Gravity didn't apply to a Primordial.
"They look like you had a divine boob job," I grunted, my filter completely gone. "Perfect. Too perfect."
"Do not reduce me to the level of your plastic human women," she said, giving my cock a firm, sharp squeeze that made me wince and groan at the same time. "There is nothing 'synthetic' about me, Thomas."
I reached out, my hands trembling just a fraction. "Can I touch them?"
"Go ahead," she whispered, arching her back just enough to bring those heavy mounds within reach. "Show me if those hands are as talented as they look."
I reached out, my fingers trembling just a fraction before they made contact. When they finally sank into her skin, it was like touching two massive silk-wrapped clouds. They were huge, yeah, solid basketball-sized mounds—but they weren't firm like the surgical implants I was used to on set. They were soft. Impossible, gravity-defying soft.
I squeezed them, my palms barely able to wrap halfway around the underside. Eretria let out a low, vibrating hum of approval.
"Surprised?" she whispered.
"Damn right," I grunted. My hands were practically disappearing into her. I'd bedded every type of woman the industry had to offer, but this was different.
These had weight—real, heavy, divine weight, but they felt like liquid silk. "This is the real shit. This is what I've been missing my whole life."
I gave them another firm squeeze, and as if the fabric itself was tired of being in the way, the silk wrap slithered off her shoulders and vanished into the white void.
"Go on, don't stop there," she encouraged, her voice a velvety dare. "You have an entire goddess to explore, Thomas. Don't be a coward."
I moved my thumbs to her nipples—dark, thick buds that felt like velvet-covered pebbles, and gave them a sharp, sudden pinch. She winced, but her silver eyes flared with a dark, hungry light. I slid my hands underneath, taking the full weight of her breasts in my palms, and gave them a heavy shake.
"I could spend an eternity just doing this," I muttered.
"You will, if you play your cards right," she said, her smile turning cryptic.
My brain stalled for a second. If there was a world where I could keep this, keep her—I'd burn the old world down to get to it. This one woman made the fifth bodies in my past feel like cardboard cutouts.
"Really? How?" I asked, my voice thick with lust.
"If you manage to get back to Earth, you'll find out," she said, her hand suddenly moving in a blurring rhythm against my cock.
She was jerking me off with a speed that would have been painful if it weren't for the divine friction. My mind tried to cling to her words, but she was flooding my nervous system with so much pleasure it was like my brain was short-circuiting.
She was doing it on purpose, distracting me, seducing me away from the "how" by drowning me in the "now."
The pleasure was agonizingly good. By any human metric, I should have painted the white floor by now, but my body wouldn't give. I was hard as a rock and stuck at the peak, unable to cross the finish line.
Her power, I realized through the haze. She's locking my climax. She's not letting me finish until she gets what she wants.
Fine. If she wanted a show, I was going to give her the performance of a lifetime. I cupped one of her breasts with both hands, lifting the heavy mass toward my face. I circled the dark, wide areola with my tongue, tasting something like honey and heat, before I buried my face in her and began to suckle with a greedy, rhythmic intensity.
"Fuck... yes, Thomas," she moaned for the first time. It wasn't a polite, "divine" sound; it was a raw noise of a woman being used exactly how she wanted. "That's it. That's the talent I've been waiting for."
That was all the encouragement I needed. If I had to fuck my way back to life, I was going to start by making a goddess scream.
I had to be smart. If I just dove in now, I'd blow my load in ten seconds flat. This wasn't a studio set with a "reset" button; this was a divine trial. My best move was to weaponize my mouth and hands—drive her so far past the edge that by the time I finally buried myself in her, she'd be too far gone to care if I was a marathon runner or a sprint.
I could go for hours with a human woman, but Eretria? She was intimidating. I was terrified that three thrusts into that celestial pussy would have me seeing stars and hitting the "Game Over" screen all over again.
I kept my grip tight on those massive, silk-soft tits, using them for leverage as I worked my way down. I trailed wet, biting kisses over the smooth expanse of her belly, moving lower and lower until the heat radiating from between her thighs hit my face like a furnace.
The scent was intoxicating—like ozone and expensive perfume. I reached the waistband of that transparent silk thong, my nose brushing against the dark, shadowed mound of her heat.
Eretria's hands suddenly fisted into my hair, her nails digging into my scalp with a sharp, possessive bite.
"Right there," she hissed, her voice trembling with a sudden, jagged edge of hunger. "You'd better use that mouth perfectly, Thomas. If you fail to satisfy me here... you'll lose everything. Including your soul."
She was threatening to erase my entire existence, and somehow, that only made her sexier. The stakes were life and death, and I had never been more hard in my life.