He groaned and pulled out before pushing back in. Soon the pain not only subsided but morphed into desire, a pulsing desire that throbbed with each move and spread through me like a soft, warm blanket that felt as if it had the capacity to shield me from anything.
I opened my legs wider, pushed my feet against his ass and held on to him, turning seconds into minutes until I was so out of breath I couldn’t stop time anymore.
I’d never felt so good, so full, so taken care of as I was now. I’d never anticipated trusting a god with my body the way I was trusting him and yet I couldn’t imagine not doing this ever again. I couldn’t imagine giving that trust to anyone but Sett.
And despite him dominating me I was the one in control and he knew it. He welcomed it. He reveled in it.
He collapsed on top of me, claiming my lips, as I gasped and he filled my lungs with life just as he filled my body with passion and love and kindness.
It was like that, in his arms and at his mercy that I realized this was more than fucking. This was more than lovemaking. This was healing.
Because with each thrust, with each kiss, with each caress, he erased a little scar, a little piece of heartache, a little piece of suffering I’d endured in the past three years and beyond.
His breathing became labored, his soft moans turned into groans. I could sense what was about to happen so I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his hips and pressed him close. So close he could barely move but as he trembled and his voice shook I felt every inch of him inside, every vibration of his orgasm, every ounce of his load filling me to my very core.
The temperature inside me rose. Goosebumps formed along every square inch of my skin. A tingling sensation traveled from my gut all the way to my head.
What was happening to me?
I looked into Sett’s eyes and kissed him again. Whatever it was he’d caused it so it could only be good.
It felt like there were hundreds of explosions taking place within me, filling me with something…something strange. Something unfamiliar and terrifying.
“Feel that?” he whispered, his breath a soft flame on my face.
“Wh-what is—it?”
“It’s power, my sweet sweet king. I told you. You’re no mere mortal. You’re a god. You’re a king. My king.”
I swallowed a frog that had found its place in my throat and controlled my breathing trying to comprehend what was happening within me.
“My seed is unlocking every part of you. Every inch of power inside you so you can come to your full potential.”
Was it true? Was I truly that powerful? Or was he telling me the things I wanted to hear to fill me with confidence?
But then again what reason did he have to lie?
“Try it,” he said.
“Try what?”
“Your power. Try it. It’s changed. I’m sure of it. Test it. See how you’ve transformed.”
I bit my lip as he slid out of me and I ran a hand from his neck to his chest to his groin.
“I…I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to do,” I said but took a deep breath and froze him.
I expected to feel different, to feel different but it was all the same. The tension around me as I held control of time and the pressure in my head from the lack of oxygen while Sett was a prisoner of my power.
I let out a sigh.
“It’s pointless. I’m not…” I started but Sett was still frozen. “Sett?”
I shook my hand in front of his eyes. Nothing. Not a blink. Not a twitch.
Could it…
I inhaled and exhaled watching him for any sign of movement but there was none.
