"NnnGhhMMMgHH—"
Lyria's eyes rolled back as her body shook violently beneath Stiletto. It took everything she had not to black out from the overwhelming pleasure. Yet immediately after she came—
Pain ensued.
"FUCK!"
Her complexion went pale as blood seeped from her pussy around Stiletto's hard rod.
"OW, OW, OW! P—PLEASE... PULL IT OUT!"
Stiletto stared down at her writhing form, his cock throbbing heavily.
'Shit—she's tight. She must've came already because of all that edging…'
Then, disregarding her feelings, he continued in a casual tone:
"So what if this new body has lost its virginity? You made it perfectly clear back when I died that you—and all the other Gods and Goddesses—did all sorts of debauched acts in your perfect, walled-off world. This is nothing new to you."
Lyria, still writhing as she struggled to catch her breath, interjected—throwing her head to the side once more as color returned to her face from how flustered she was. She muttered:
"It's my body..."
Stiletto blinked, his cock still lodged inside her.
"Huh?"
"I said, it's my body."
"So… are you telling me you didn't take over another girl's body in this world? Like how I took my predecessor's?"
Embarrassed, she managed to squeak:
"Y—Yes."
"Then… this is probably the same body you approached me with back on Earth, right?"
She didn't respond. Instead, her voice trembled:
"Please... just take it out."
Even so, one look at the Goddess's face told him he was right.
And then, Stiletto's eyes went wide.
"You're a virgin. Holy shit..."
He gazed at Lyria's divine body.
"...I took a Goddess's virginity."
A beat.
"…Wait—"
In that instant, the realization hit him—and Lyria snapped her gaze up at him. He loomed over her, desperation and panic clear on her face as she realized the same thing:
She'd been caught.
Stiletto's face became unreadable, his hair shadowing his eyes as he spoke in a flat tone:
"You lied to me."
Lyria tried to move, but winced as pain shot through her, the unfamiliar feeling of a cock deep inside her making her squirm.
"Wait, please—calm do—"
"Are you really sure you want to say that right now?"
He continued speaking calmly as Lyria froze:
"I'm not sure why a Goddess would feel the need to lie about having all sorts of sex and stuff to a virgin 'Cute Little Gerbil'—for any reason other than teasing…"
Stiletto's hand moved down with alarming speed, only to come to rest softly against Lyria's cheek. She flinched on instinct, then met his gaze—her spine tingling as he continued, his tone openly mocking:
"...Which we all know you loveeeee to do. Playing around with your new pet for your own amusement."
Lyria tried to speak, but her breath caught as Stiletto's hand lifted from her cheek and lightly smacked her—somehow more humiliating than if it had been hard.
Stiletto's voice stayed cold:
"So tell me, Lyria—are you enjoying yourself now? Did you have fun toying with a 'mere human'? Because…"
He drew his hand away from her cheek, let it slide further down, and pinched her large nipples—her body spasming at once.
A grin crossed his face as he finished:
"...Your body seems to be enjoying it, at least~!"
Stiletto's cock shifted faintly within her, forcing her to choke back a moan even as the pain remained:
"UuurGhh—AL—ALRIGHT! N—no more lies, okay? J—just please..."
Moving his hand to join the other as he firmly gripped her soft, curvy hips, he smirked, ready to truly fuck her for the first time.
"Like I said—not interested."
Desperation filled her eyes as she pleaded:
"NO! NO! NO! A GODDESS OF MY CALIBER SHOULD NEVER BE MADE TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS! PLEASE!"
And then, suddenly, Stiletto's grand doors slid open with a creak.
+++
'Why am I so nervous?'
Walking slowly, the maid took a deep breath as she made her way down the halls after leaving the maids' private restroom, her legs slightly unsteady. Despite her unbelievably bleak looks, she possessed all the right features in all the right places—viewed that way, she was undeniably alluring.
Her mind was completely occupied, unable to drift away from a single thought for even a moment. She even found herself wondering why she was so anxious! And yet, without question, her unease was justified, because…
What married woman would be perfectly fine bringing into her home the man who had fucked her senseless day and night, all while hiding it from her husband? Especially someone she had essentially raised from birth?
Only a lunatic would—and Mya was no lunatic.
So of she was stressing.
'James...'
After experiencing Stiletto, that name disgusted her more and more. What had she been thinking? Even at just eighteen years of age, Stiletto was already more of a man than her husband—and there was no doubt he would grow far beyond even that.
Incredibly strong.
The thought made the mature woman wet again, and her focus instantly unraveled.
'Not only has his power grown, but...'
She licked her lips.
"...His cock~"
How was it that every time they made love, his dick seemed to grow bigger and bigger?
'It must've been due to those skills of his... I have to keep up!'
"Uhm... Mya?"
Then, suddenly hearing her name, she snapped out of her reverie as her friend Patricia tapped her shoulder. Flushing deeply, the goblin maid—her voice deceptively high-pitched—spoke while slightly averting her gaze.
"You were talking out loud just now, Mya."
Mya's eyes widened as she covered her mouth with both hands, hurriedly glancing around to check if anyone else was close. Then she looked back at her friend:
"How long were you standing there?"
"The whole time..."
After a brief pause, Patricia leaned in, her cheeks darkening even further against her green skin as she whispered:
"It's okay… you're going to see Stiletto, right?"
The look in the goblin's eyes made it obvious she wanted to see him again. Picking up on it, Mya replied:
"Well, yes, I am. But..."
She paused, hastily assembling an excuse.
"I, uh… Stiletto is busy right now. Maybe come another time."
She felt bad lying, but did so anyway. Right now, she wanted Stiletto to herself. And besides, he wouldn't fuck Patricia anymore regardless.
'Poor girl… I'll have to tell her eventually...'
Pulling back, Patricia spoke softly, clearly flustered:
"O—Oh... got it."
Then, she gave a small nod and walked away, her frustration clear even from behind.
As she watched her friend walk away, a touch of shame stirred in Mya's chest. Yet it was quickly overshadowed by pride, a rising confidence that came from being Stiletto's primary focus. She was given some control. Her voice and opinions carried weight...
Something James had failed to give her for countless years.
Mya nodded quietly to herself.
'I'll make it happen—no matter what. Stiletto and I will get an apartment in Valora... We have to.'
She paused.
'Oh... and the slave.'
She wasn't sure what to think of the girl. After all, Stiletto had told her she was just someone his skill compelled him to claim. But what if she was dangerous? And more than that…
Did she really have to be so beautiful? So youthful?
Mya wasn't ignorant of what she and Stiletto did every night. There were plenty of times she'd even taken a few sneak peeks. Why did he tease her so much? Every time she'd watched from behind the door, Lyria hadn't been allowed to cum even once. The maid could hardly imagine enduring something like that. It felt…
Cruel.
Late at night, with the halls completely empty, even Mya had orgasmed from behind the door—putting off her thirty-minute ride home just to masturbate to Stiletto's dominance.
Still, despite how it looked, and more than anything else, the Stiletto she knew wasn't someone who acted aimlessly or without a goal. He always slowed situations down, always considered the larger scale—and because of that, she trusted him.
More than anyone else.
And beyond that, Stiletto took care of her—in more ways than one, of course—and always made an effort. He was always thinking about her, always paying attention to her.
Or at least, that was what she believed in her heart.
At Mya's age, and with all the experiences that came with it, she knew this feeling well. Over the past month, it had grown and grown. At first, she'd convinced herself her affection for Stiletto was purely that of a mother's—and while a trace of that feeling remained, this new one made itself known without a single doubt. It would've been foolish to deny it...
She loved him.
Her first realization came when she repeatedly found herself wanting his kids... She was feral. Anything for Stiletto.
And she knew how dangerous that was.
Even so, she just couldn't ignore it any longer.
Her heart ached.
For Stiletto. For herself. For her daughter...
But not for James. That was the cold, hard truth.
Brooding over it once more, she drew in a deep breath, her stomach tightening:
'Oh, gods... what am I going to do...'
But forcing the thought aside, Mya shook her head as she approached her favorite doors.
'I just want to see him right now. Just him. Forget everything else, Mya.'
Then, opening the grand doors, her stomach shrunk once more:
"St—Stiletto... wh—what's going on?!"
Lyria was pinned against the mattress in a missionary position, Stiletto deep inside her, unmoving. Her massive breasts rose and fell in tight, frantic breaths, panic clear in her expression as tension thickened the air. A smirk lingered on Stiletto's lips before he turned toward the sudden movement at the door.
Realizing who it was, he spoke joyfully:
"Mya! Just in ti—"
"HELPPPP!"
Lyria's voice cut through the room, her eyes snapping toward Mya—wide with terror and raw urgency.
"MYA, PLEASE HELP ME! HE'S—"
She froze.
A tear slid down her cheek.
"—HE'S RAPING ME!"
...
Mya's heart dropped.