From the movement, she came harder than ever, body convulsing, nails raking lines down my chest. Her juices flooded out around my shaft. Again and again she climaxed, using that divine trick to push herself over the edge repeatedly.
Yet still I held back, focusing only on her pleasure instead, murmuring gratitude between some thrust.
"Thank you, Goddess… this honour is more than I deserve… I can be reborn with peace of mind now, greatly rewarded."
But a vein pulsed at her temple.
Gracious me, was she perhaps furious about something?
Her brows twitched dangerously. Then she leaned close, lips brushing my ear. "You will pay for this insult, you fucking mortal scum."
The heaven! How vulgar!
Then, as suddenly as a summer storm clearing, her demeanor shifted back. Her voice turned honey-sweet, expression softening into almost seductive warmth.
She slowed her movements to a sensual grind, her hands roaming my chest tenderly, fingers encircling my nipples.
"Oh, sweet Nick… I could simply reincarnate you now, back into a normal life in your world. Safe and simple." Her inside clenched teasingly around me, a gentle ripple that sent sparks up my spine. "Or… I could bend the rules just a little, and send you to another world—one where I hold considerable influence in. There I could grant your deepest desire: true strength, power beyond imagining, even a path toward godhood if you pursue it persistently. You could live any life you wish, with all the women, money, and fame you want… Never weak again."
Her fingers trailed lower, cupping my balls, massaging gently as she swayed.
Every touch of hers carried charged promise.
"But power always has a price," she purred, leaning in to nip at my earlobe. "To maintain that strength, you must regularly indulge in… some lewd acts. Acts you must genuinely perform. Neglect them and your power will fade in time, no matter how hard you train to avert this. In extreme cases you will need full, passionate fellowship, or suffer severe punishments: such as weakness, painful transformations, even days bedridden in agony. A gamble, most certainly… but imagine never being helpless again."
I considered her words carefully, still buried inside her divine heat.
Strength. Real strength this time?
No more watching villages burn while I hid. Truly, it was a tantalizing offer. One I surely couldn't refuse.
"If this is your recommendation, honoured Goddess," I responded, "then I accept. To be strong… to be able to protect what matters… it would only be a blessing."
Her smile widened, sharp and triumphant.
GODDESS POV
Fool.
Absolute, arrogant fool.
He thought he could deny me his release—deny a goddess like me orgasm from her own gift—and walk away unscathed? Making me feel inadequate.
I hid my rage behind the sweetest mask, offering him exactly what his pathetic heart craved.
Power, yes. I would give him power beyond his dreams. But I would chain it to his basest desires.
Let him become strong through sweat and battle, only to watch that strength crumble unless he fucked every now and then, and reveled in it like the pervert I would make him.
Every day of your life, Nick, will be a reminder of this insult.
Perfect revenge. I will monitor his life with my Grace.
I summoned a glowing golden door in the air beside the bed.
"Wise choice, Nick~ Now… get the fuck out of my pussy!"
Then, with a swift kick to his bare ass, I shoved him off me and through the portal.
He tumbled naked into the void beyond, cock still achingly hard.
"Fool!" I laughed, voice ringing with glee. "That will teach you to insult a goddess of my caliber! Enjoy your new life; I hope you get arrested for public indecency!"
The door slammed shut, and I settled back onto my cloud bed, still tingling from the grueling fuck, but grinned, contented.
He will suffer deliciously for making me so miserable.
MORNING MAINTENANCE
I awoke to the familiar wet sounds of mouths working in unison and a delicious warmth enveloping my cock.
Lifting the sheets revealed the source: two devoted heads bobbing up and down between my legs.
Inferna, the Great Dragon, knelt on my right.
Long red hair spilled over her tanned shoulders, polished golden horns curving elegantly backward.
Her yellow eyes with their distinctive red slits gazed up at me with stoic heat.
Her body was voluptuous perfection, with ample breasts pressed against my thigh, her hips flared wide.
A long, powerful dragon tail swayed lazily behind her.
Her serpent-like tongue, unnaturally dexterous and lengthy, coiled around my cock, stroking from base to tip with practiced ease.
"Googh mhornhing, Goshujin-shama," she murmured, voice low and steady, breath hot against my skin.
On my left knelt Munganda, the legendary black serpent.
Her silky black hair cascaded like trapped midnight, framing pale skin now flushed with arousal.
Her black eyes holding white slits locked onto mine with quiet intensity.
Her curves were generous, though not quite as dramatic as Inferna's. And her own split tongue lapped greedily at my balls, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.
"Good morning, my master," she whispered, the words vibrating through me.
I sighed, propping myself up on elbows to survey the scene. "You two already started early this morning?"
"Good morning, Rin-sama." A cold, professional voice answered from the side of the bed.
Chris stood there in their usual sharp business attire—tailored coat, crisp shirt, glasses perched on a refined nose.
Medium-length golden hair framed an androgynous face of striking beauty, blue eyes calm behind the lenses, a small beauty mark beneath the left eye.
It was impossible to pin Chris to any single gender; they existed perfectly in between, and it suited them. "Your power levels registered a minor dip overnight. The Grace of the Goddess must have issued a warning, no? And these morning release are required to stabilize them before your classes."
Chris was in fact a primordial demon of chaos called "Mephistopheles."
He/her/it had once attempted to plunge the world into apocalypse when I was about twelve. I defeated them so soundly, it was rather fun.
Though instead of simply destroying them, I entered into a contract with them (okay, let's call him "he/him/his").
He sure complains a lot, but his organizational skills are unmatched.
"I see…" I turned away to look at the girls eating my cock as breakfast in bed.
Inferna had been this rampaging Great Dragon who torched an entire shrine in Nara (where I lived with my family) for amusement.
I confronted her and taught her true flames, but she submitted immediately. Ever since, she served as my expressionless yet fiercely loyal maid. And I don't have to pay her, with money, that is.
Munganda had been minding her own business as a continent-sized serpent beneath the Pacific until Chris casually mentioned her strength.
I instantly took it as a challenge and dragged her from the depths for a quick competition. I overwhelmed her, but she sure was a troublesome opponent.
However, she begged for mercy and pledged eternal service, just as I wanted to leave her alone already.
Welp. Another powerful ally who preferred loyalty over contest. How boring.
BANG!
The bedroom door burst open with dramatic force.
"Wh-what are you doing this early, Onii-chan?!"