“And thus, “ Hia, goddess of marriage declared, “ I proclaim you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride now.”

    The constellation of gods and goddesses gathered for the occasion immediately erupted in applause while Nearo, god of war, lifted the bridal veil of Rhae, goddess of love, looked her in her gleeful, deep blue eyes and then kissed her sweet red lips, sealing their heavenly marriage.

    “This, “ Rhae said while they parted from their kiss, a lone tear running down her blushing cheek, “is the most beautiful day of my life!”

    “And I promise you, my love, “ Nearo said with a quiet tone while brushing his black, shoulder-length hair aside, “that it will only be first day of the rest of a life that will make all the rest of them melt in jealousy.”

    She tried to suppress a giggle, her wide, childlike smile broadening even more. Then they turned towards the pantheon behind them, nodding in acceptance at the continuing applause. All gods were attended. They had to. Nearo could see the forced smiles in many of them, the resentment on the gods and the envy of the goddesses. But none would dare be absent on the wedding between the second most powerful god and the most desirable deity of the heavens, daughter of Maro, the king of gods himself who stood idly on the side after having brought Rhae to the altar, and the the only one looking bored. He hated him.

    Nearo and Rhae then slowly made their way through their midst, hand in hand, and walked towards the carrier disk where they could chose to transport themselves to any place they wished and enjoy themselves, consummating the marriage as was custom. They stepped on the round stone, Nearo purposely put his muscular arm around the back of his newlywed goddess, edging her closer to his body, and turned to address the crowd whose applause subdued in that moment.

    “I thank you, gods and goddesses.” He said. “Your attendance is immensely appreciated and deeply respected. But time has come for us to finally retreat and start our new life together. And I am very eager to present her a special gift of mine as a token of my love and devotion.”

    Rhae turned her head, a curious expression in her haunting face, her blonde hair swirling around in momentum. “A special gift?” She said, excitement overcoming her. “What kind of gift?”

    “It’s a surprise.” He smiled. It was the very thing that won her over. While all those other gods tried in vain and failed to win her hand, many ending up with a broken heart, he had remained in the background, studying her, slowly learning about her passions, her desires. He wanted to know what she wanted. And when he did, he was shocked, but equally amazed. The secret to her heart was dangerous, but he was Nearo, determination was his virtue.

    “Close your eyes.” He said with a whisper, and she did so, barely containing her excitement. The goddess of love was finally his and his only. He was no longer a mere consort, but he could touch her soft skin, run his hands around her majestic curves, cup her perfect breasts, taste her sweet nectar. He only needed to do one more thing to make her truly fall in love with him.

    To indulge her dark desires on a grand scale that she had only dreamt of.

    He concentrated, and in blinding light, they both disappeared from the stone disk.

  Nearo felt the heat from the streaming rays of the afternoon sun right through the crimson cloak on his back. He looked up, seeing blue everywhere with patches of white clouds scattered across the sky, confirming their arrival on earth. Then he looked at Rhae for a moment, making sure she still had her eyes closed before he shifted his gaze around, smiling with mischief when he spotted what he was looking for.

    “Are you ready?” He said. Rhae nodded with unbearable anticipation. He could almost feel her racing heartbeat reverberate through the air. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly guided her to turn until she faced north. “You can open your eyes now.”

    She did, looking towards the distant horizon for a moment before her eyes fell down on the patches of lightgray, darkorange and ivorywhite that formed a grandiose human city, complete with houses, markets, temples and palaces.

    “Heavens, Nearo!” Rhae’s mouth gaped open and her eyes swelled. She turned towards him. “This is your gift for me?”

    “Uh-huh.” He nodded. She covered her mouth with her hands, and looked back at the city again, disbelief all over her face. It was a beautiful port-city, its stone paved roads lined with trees and bustling with activity while dozens of wooden trading ships filled its harbor, though most people had stopped at the sight of a pair of seven hundred feet tall gods appearing from the heavens. A huge, sturdy wall ran around the city, its good condition suggesting a wealthy population, but many structures had already sprawled beyond them.

    “So, you like it?” He said.

    Rhae turned towards him, looking him in the eyes. “Do I like it?” She said, her eyebrows rising from the absurdity of the question. “My love, this is the most beautiful gift anyone could have ever given me!” She jumped at Nearo, putting his hands and legs around him and hugging him tightly. He caught her body, but he had to take a step back to balance himself and in the process ground a farmhouse flatly against the earth. Then Rhae gave him a passionate kiss, enflaming his urges.

    “But… wait!” She broke off the kiss. “What do you want me to do with it? We can’t play with the city, father would never allow that.”

    “Forget Maro!” He barked, becoming annoyed. “He has no power over here. I am sovereign of this land.” She looked unsure, but he placed her back on the ground, turned her towards the city again and put his arms around her belly, etching her close against his chest. Then he put his head on her shoulder and gave her a kiss on her cheek before he whispered: “This, my dear goddess, is our wedding bed for tonight.”

    She jerked out his embrace immediately and turned around, looking at him with a stunned expression, slowly shaking her head. “No… that’s impossible. We are not allowed to interfere with humans, let alone…” She looked back at the city.

    Nearo sighed, but he could see the desire in her eyes, she was torn. He was right. She really wanted this. “I’ve brought you humans to play with countless times now. We can do this too.”

    “Nearo…” he looked back at him, concern holding back her passion. “We can’t. He will punish us.”

    “No he won’t.” He said with a firm, stern voice. “Those people worship me, not him. For that, I gave them my blessing, part of my strength. They went on to create a little empire of their own with it, and this city is its capital. But they never knew why I did it.” He took a step forward, his much heavier frame causing earthquakes that shook the area, toppling some weak buildings. He reached out towards Rhae’s cheek, brushing it gently while he marveled at her incredible beauty. “And the reason is you, love. When all the other gods failed, I managed to find out what you wanted most. It was hard to keep this a secret, but I did it all for you. You can do whatever you want with them because it’s all mine, my gift to you, and nobody can take it from us.”

    She looked at him with her piercing blue eyes, a slow breeze gently waving against her blonde hair, too weak to cause its threads to sway much. She was afraid, but equally lustful. She loved to torture her father’s creation; she despised humans for some reason and reveled in their screams, especially when she used them for her wicked ways of pleasure. But she could never attain more than a few at a time, gods were not allowed to involve themselves with humans. “You mean, we can do whatever we want with them?” She said, Nearo nodded. “Father won’t care?”

    “He won’t even know.” He said. Her breath quickened. “And until now, I’ve always watched you from afar while you did things to them, but this time, I want to participate.”

    “Oh heavens!” She jumped at him again in a passionate embrace. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

    He grinned. He had done it. She was his.

    After another passionate kiss that he swore was a thousand times more potent than any of the countless lips of other goddesses he had tasted, Rhae let herself slide down on the ground again, and slowly made her way towards the nearest gate of the wall. She wanted to try her new gift for the first time, he guessed, and so he folded his arms against his breastplate, watching with patient curiosity.

    ---

    Rhae’s white dress concealed her feet, her steps burying everything beneath them in silent darkness. She and Nearo had appeared on a patch of farmland, but with each step towards the city, the small, delicate houses grew denser. She spotted many stragglers between them, grinning ever so slightly while she aimed her steps on them, embedding their bodies on the earth, never to be seen again. She reached the wall in just a few more strides.

    The gate complex consisted of two huge towers and a wooden frame between them. It had been raised when Rhae and Nearo arrived, but now it was lowered and shut similar to a siege situation.

    Behind the gate, a crowd of people looked aghast at the towering goddess. Traders. Travelers. Smallfolk. The usual commotion that formed small markets just in front of the gates for those denied entry to the city. They had just about managed to pass the lowering gate in total panic and hysteria, trampling many in the midst of chaos before entering the relative safety of the city and now stood still behind some equally stunned soldiers of the guard.

    Rhae tugged her dress, revealing her bare foot and poked the thick wooden gate with her toe a little, the blow still powerful enough to crack it in several places. The soldiers manning the walls were unsure of what to do, sharing confused looks with each other. They didn’t get the message, so she poked the gate again, splinters breaking off the wood, but it still held.

    To her astonishment, some of them started shooting arrows and throwing spears at her foot, infuriating her mildly. She gazed down at the soldiers who looked dismayed and alarmed at their ineffectiveness, cocking her head while she gently shook it. Wrong move.

    Her foot withdrew some distance, and then came back, blistering fast. The blow shattered the whole complex, disintegrating it along the shape of the goddess’s foot. It ripped every stone out of its foundation, propelling them with ferocious speed against the city, each one becoming a deadly projectile. They ripped through the crowds behind the gate like arrows through leaves, shredding swaths of bodies and severing countless limbs and torsos in the process before dust followed, swallowing them in partial darkness.

    Soldiers were thrown around like rag dolls, the upward motion of her arching foot flinging them into never-before-seen heights for human beings before they splattered against rooftops, streets, and alleys deep within the city. Stones and small boulders followed them along too, raining like a wave of a thousand bombarding catapults battering the city. They smashed with unstoppable violence against buildings and structures, instantly killing anyone in their path before burying themselves deep into the earth.

    Rhae breathed in deeply, smiling. All this damage, she did with a little more than a step’s effort. She bit her lower lip while she surveyed the city, spotting masses of fleeing people everywhere. They were all hers, to do as she pleased, to use them as she pleased. She started running her hands against her body, touching herself through the fabric seductively and radiating a certain kind of emotion around her while she smirked. She couldn’t wait to unleash her whole body on the city.

    “Turn around.” Nearo’s voice came from behind. “Now!”

She spun around, startled. “What is it?”

    Nearo unsheathed his sword, eying her body. “Spin around.”

    “What?” She frowned.

    “Just do that dance you do so often where you spin around.”

    “Now? Why?”

    “Trust me!”

    “Nearo! What in heaven’s name has gotten into you?”

    “Rhae, just do this for me. Please?”

    She she looked at him for a few more moments in confusion then sighed. “Fine. I guess now that we’re married, it is you right to demand silly things.”

    He grinned. She shook her head and rolled her eyes in disbelief, then motioned her hands clockwise and spun around in one foot while pushing with the other. After one full spin, she glanced at Nearo, the way he looked at her body, and even though it felt incredibly silly to do this dance now, she smiled, remembering why she enjoyed doing it. Into the second spin and she spread her arms, breathed in deeply, loving the way her dress swelled and fluttered around her. After the third spin she looked at Nearo again and saw his sword slashing down right in front of her.

    She shrieked, heart stopping instantly. And before she could react any further, it was already over. She jerked backwards in pure shock, her foot smashing through a row of houses, and felt against her chest in distress, but nothing hurt. Instead, her dress began to slide from her body. She grabbed it immediately, holding it back while it dawned on her. She shot Nearo an angry glance, but he just laughed.

    “You are such a child sometimes.” She said, holding her anger back.

    “Ah come on!” He said, his laugh turning into a broad grin. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for an unbearably long time now!”

    “And maybe you’ll have to wait a longer while then.”

    His grin immediately faded, and it was her turn to smile. She twisted her torn, ruined dress, preventing it from sliding off with one hand while she adjusted it with the other, transforming it from an elegant one to a very seductive one that showed a lot more that before, but still not enough.

    “So you want to see me naked.” She said and began to circle around him. “You want to touch my body, to feel the perfect shape of the love goddess. But so many gods before have melted at its sight, none of them being worthy. What makes you any different?”

    He looked at her with an impatient stare while she made her way around him, but then closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure. When he reopened them, he turned his sword around and then stabbed the ground in front of him with it. The earth underneath shook, tremors spreading outwards before it burst and tore, splitting in two. The chasm the spread, running around the city until it surrounded it completely, wide enough for no human to escape.

    “What makes me worthy, “ he said while he yanked his sword out of the ground and put it back in his sheath, “is that I’m willing to sacrifice the wrath of your father for you. And what makes me different is that I know your deepest desires. I haven’t picked this city, this empire for no reason. Just take a look at it.” He gestured. “What do you see?”

    Rhae stopped on her tracks and turned her head, but didn’t understand what he meant. She scanned the city, but it looked ordinary in any particular way except the size, which was far larger than most other human cities. “I’m afraid I don’t follow you my love.”

    He edged close against her. “Look at the Palace.” He said, gesturing. “Maro’s temple on top of it. And the one with the four huge statues of soldiers with spears is mine. There, on the center of the city is Deanna’s temple. Now, where’s yours?”

    “Mine?” She looked around, but couldn’t see it. She took a few steps forward, scrutinizing the city more closely, but she still couldn't find it. Many other less important gods had theirs, but hers was missing. She grew frustrated, anger slowly billowing inside. But most of all, she felt disappointment.

    “I don’t want to just see your body.” Nearo said as his hands wrapped around her. “And I don’t want to just feel it for myself.” He grabbed her hand that held her dress. “I want to see this marvelous body destroy them. I want to see you play with them, smoother them against your skin, crush them beneath your feet. I want to see them pay for their affront on you.” Then he pulled her hand off her dress, causing it to slide down and reveal her radiant nude form before he took a few steps back and gazed at it.

    Rhae’s body was the definition of beauty. It was perfect in every conceivable way and the template from which all other females - be it a deity or a mere human - derived their body shapes and ultimately deviated from, causing their imperfections. Its proportions defined the divine ratio from hair to toe and had such an impact in others, particularly men, that her father always commanded her to dress and cover every part of it for it caused too much furore wherever she went.

    But her cheerful nature had completely faded away. “Why?”

    “Why what?” Nearo broke out of his stare.

    “Why is there no temple for me?” She said with a letdown voice. “Why don’t humans, not just this place, worship me like they worship you or the others? Is the goddess of love not important enough?”

    “Why don’t you ask them?” He said.

    She looked at him, her sad expression turning expressionless, then eyed Deanna’s temple. “Fine. I’ll do just that.”

    ---

    Thana took an instinctive step back, blood running cold. The goddess was looking at them, intently, and it made her shiver in fear. Even though she had recognized the rose-shaped symbol of her crown on top of her head, she had still hoped, prayed and begged for her to be her goddess Deanna, protector of women. But now that she displayed her nude glory for the entire city to see, there was no doubt lingering in her mind, the goddess was Rhae, Deanna’s sister.

    She leaned a hand against a nearby stone pillar, barely able to stand on her legs. Thousands of thoughts raced through her mind, but the most prominent was the realness of the gods. As a maiden of Deanna’s temple, she had always been taught about the gods through stories, legends that have happened eons ago. She had always seen them as symbols, forces of the grand design of nature that sometimes manifested themselves in human form to guide heroes in their journeys. But what she was seeing with her own eyes was something entirely different, filling her with dread.

    The way they acted, the way the god - who she reasoned was Nearo judging by his military uniform, complete with breast plate, crimson cloak, tunic, and sword - looked at her, the way he caressed and held Rhae in her arms, something felt terribly wrong to Thana, those two weren’t known for being lovers. And as if blasting the gate to smithereens wasn’t enough of a warning for her and the other maidens at the temple, the steps she started taking towards them finally induced a mass panic on her sisters who now fled within the interior of the temple.

    But Thana stayed and watched, entranced. She had a nagging feeling about why this was happening, and she somehow felt guilty. She watched as the goddess trod upon the city, indifferent to the violence at her feet. She flattened houses, workshops, markets, the shadow of her steps racing to meet the structures before a massive echoing force smashed them, collapsing others around before a billowing cloud of dust swallowed the area. But none of it felt real enough until she stopped a mere step away from the temple, right in front of the plaza that surrounded it, eyeing some enchanted people that were still standing and gawking at her.

    Her right foot moved forward, settling on the far end of the plaza. Then, without pressuring the ground enough so as to shatter the marble tiles, she dragged it towards the other end, too fast for anyone to react to its unstoppable onslaught.

    Thana grew horrified at the scene beneath the steps of the temple, watching as a few dozen people tried, in vain, to avoid the gigantic pillar of flesh that swallowed them on one end and produced a carpet of red on the other. She dropped on her knees at the sudden gut-wrenching horror she felt, trying to keep herself from throwing up. There was nothing recognizable on the other end except red blood, all those lives smeared out of existence just like that. And the horrific madness grew even more appalling for Thana when she craned her head up and saw the smirk of satisfaction in the goddess’s lips.

    That’s when she screamed, as loud as she could.

    It must have been really loud, for the goddess eyed her after a moment, catching Thana’s scream on her throat and cutting it short. A true goddess bore witness on her, and it was too overwhelming. Rhea squinted at Thana for a moment before her eyebrows raised and then a smile formed on her lips. Thana watched in silence as her Rhea’s eyes then shifted upwards then disappeared completely, leaving only the white of her eyeballs before her entire gigantic body heaved from the ground for a blink of an eye and then exploded in blinding light and thundering noise.

    Thana covered her head with her hands from fear, weathering sudden, immense winds that disappeared as fast as they came before complete silence returned. She opened her eyes, looking up, but Rhae had disappeared.

    For a brief moment, she truly believed she had witnessed a dream, some sort of a vision, but only for a very brief one. When she got up on her legs again, she spotted the lone, nude figure slowly climbing the steps of the temple, the crimson plaza still in the background.

    “Hello.” Rhae said as she approached Thana, her presence overwhelmingly strenuous on Thana’s emotions. “I assume you are one of Deanna’s maidens?”

    Thana only nodded, unable to speak.

    “Are the other maidens inside?”

    Thana nodded again.

    “Good. Take me to them.”

Thana entered the main hall in the center of the temple. Her eyes needed to adjust within the dark expanse, a circular opening at the top of the temple’s huge dome providing the only source of natural light inside. Most of her sisters were there, kneeling in heavy prayer towards a huge marble statue of the goddess Deanna perched on top of a platform on the northern side of the hall, many of them crying in between hums, unsurprisingly.

    Then, one by one, they cut their prayers short and turned their heads at sound of Thana’s bare footsteps and the figure that followed her. A wave of murmurs and then gasps followed as the nude form emerged out of the shadows. They looked as if they were seeing Hith, lord of the wicked and the underworld himself. Thana thought they might not be that far off.

    Thana stopped then motioned herself towards the side, blending within the crowd of her sisters who looked bafflingly at her, silently questioning her part in this eerie scene. But their attention didn’t linger much on her as Rhae passed her and walked until she stood right in front of the Deanna’s marble statue, regarding the marvelous piece of art, hands behind her back. Then she turned, her gaze following the intricate patterns and beautiful paintings on the dome of the temple, and then the sculptures that adorned the many pillars supporting the dome.

    “Inspiring.” The goddess of love said with a melodic voice. Then she looked at Thana’s maiden sisters, the weight of her piercing gaze forcing them to bow their heads immediately. It wandered around until it fell upon a more elderly figure that stood on her spot, looking defiant. “Ah. The high priestess, I assume?”

    “You assume correctly.” The priestess said. Then she closed the distance on Rhae until she stood just a step away from her and looked her in the eyes. “Why are you here?”

    “To get an answer.” Rhae said, looking impressed by the courage the priestess showed.

    “Then spit out your question, and then begone!”

    Rhae’s mood immediately darkened. All of Thana’s sisters suddenly looked at the priestess with shocked expressions, questioning her sanity.

    “You are being disrespectful to a goddess, human.” Rhae said.

    “If you are what you say you are, “ the priestess said, looking unwavered, “ then that means Deanna is just as real as you. And she will protect us from you. Now, spit out your question!”

    Rhae’s look frightened Thana, but then the goddess took a deep breath and her expression grew mild, a slight smile forming on her lips. “Why is there no temple for the goddess of love in this city?”

    Thana’s blood ran cold, again. So her hunch was true, that’s why she was here. They were all doomed, the whole city would pay for their mistake, and there was no doubt in her mind about it.

    “Because,“ the priestess said, “ prostitution does not deserve to be venerated! It’s sinful, it’s honorless, it’s degr-”

    Rhae’s hand was suddenly choking the priestess, crushing her throat with a hand. Then she raised it, lifting the priestess’s body seemingly without effort. The priestess flailed wildly, trying to free herself from Rhae’s grip, but she couldn’t manage to shift Rhae’s hand even a single inch.

    “Useless.” She said, then threw the priestess sideways with unfathomable strength, considering her frame, causing the priestess to fly until she hit the dome halfway to the top with a sickening crunch before it fell on the ground with an equal sound, entirely motionless at that point.

    Shrieks and screams erupted from Thana’s sisters, many backing off and starting to run towards the exits, but most still shocked and glued on their spots from fear.

    “Enough!” Rhae’s voice thundered within the hall with an inhuman magnitude, causing everyone to grow immediately still and quiet, even the fleeing ones. Then she started walking within their midst, eying them, regarding their bodies clothed in stolas. Thana felt almost numb from shock and fear, but she also felt that she needed to do something, anything to spare her sisters.

    “It is because they fear it!” Words burst out without much thought in them. When Rhae turned and looked at her, Thana’s legs grew weak and she bowed her head down again, looking at Rahe’s feet. She shook like a leaf blowing in the wind, but she had committed herself, and she had to see it through. She took a few steps forward then dropped to her knees and bowed down further until her forehead touched the stone just in front of the goddess’s feet.

    “It is because they don’t understand love!” She continued, “It causes people act strange, irrational. It is because it causes wars, because it shapes the lives of too many people for lost causes. It is because causes some to feel vulnerable when fallen in love, and others fear doing so because they have too much to lose afterwards. Our people foolishly believe that banishing worship of your divine being will dampen its effect, which is why there are no temples dedicated to you, goddess. And we have made a terrible mistake. Please forgive us!”

    Thana suddenly felt a hand around her chin, causing her to grow stiff. But it guided her to raise her head until she was looking directly in the goddess’s eyes.

    “I like you.” Rhae said. She motioned Thana to stand up and then reached forward, kissing her in her lips.

    Suddenly, her fears were gone, only serenity followed. She dropped to her knees, feeling unrelentingly blissful inside. She did not feel like having been charmed, she was still fully aware and conscious of everything that has and was still happening, but the set of dark emotions that had driven her mind so far had been entirely replaced by another set of much brighter ones, and she wanted to never let go of this feeling.

    “I assume,“ Rhae’s voice came, “your sisters are all virgins?”

    Thana looked up at her again, nodding. “They are all between eighteen and twenty one, the years within which they have to serve until they become eligible to marry.”

    “Such a waste.” Rhae looked at them again. “But they serve will serve my purpose. Now, “ she raised her voice, “ everyone, strip out of your clothes. I want to see you naked.”

    Most hesitated, unsure.

    “NOW!”

    They all immediately obliged.

    “And you.” Rhae said, looking down at Thana. “Stay here. I’ll come back for you again.”

    Thana frowned as Rhae then walked past her, failing to understand what she would want from her. Then the whole hall filled with blinding light and the familiar rush of winds, causing Thana’s goose bumps to raise every hair on her skin. Shrieks and gasps all around her confirmed that she was gone, but then the whole hall grew entirely dark when something blocked the opening above.

    When Thana looked up, the whole cupola shook, breaking off the pillars and lifted before it was shifted sideways, slowly revealing the fantastically huge and perfectly shaped face of the goddess. She smirked before she retreated and her hand appeared in its place, stretched out wide above the temple. Then, one by one, her sisters began to fly upwards, as if yanked with an invisible chain towards the hand above. The eerie sight tricked her mind into thinking they were falling down instead, screaming, expressions filled with terror as they passed the gaping hole below and fell into the huge hand, glued to its skin. But down became up again when the hand full of squirming girls retreated and her face appeared, winking at Thana once.

    But Thana still stayed calm, fully trusting the deity above for inexplicable reasons. Then her face retreated too and the booming footfalls announced her departure, leaving Thana as the sole person within the temple.

    ---

    “I see you’ve taken a stroll.” Rhae said, looking towards Nearo who now stood beyond the northern side of the city.

    “They were all fleeing to this side, so I thought I might wreck their plans a bit.” He eyed her hand. “What have you got there?”

    “A treat.” She said, a sly smile forming on her lips as she looked at her hand filled with dozens of naked virgin beauties. “I think you’ll like it.”

    “Me?” Nearo raised his eyebrows.

    “Yes.” Rhae started walking towards him, each step causing mayhem below yet again. But she ignored it, instead concentrated on Nearo. “You know, I am the goddess of love, true, but you also know that I am much more than that.”

    “Yes.” Nearo said. “Goddess of beauty and goddess of procreation.”

    “Procreation. Yes.” She now stood right in front of him. “That is why we are here today, isn’t it? To fulfill our divine purpose, to consummate our marriage by conceiving a god or goddess.” She looked at her hand again, regarding her virgins. Nearo too looked at her hand, frowning at its contents.

    “We are gods.” He said, visibly annoyed. “Why should we be subject to such ridiculous rules? We should be able to do whatever we want.”

    “Let’s not dwell on my father’s rules.” She said, her voice calming his mood. “Let’s instead remember that procreation comes with its perks.”

    Nearo’s eyes shot up at hers, a grin forming on his lips. But it faded immediately and his eyes became unfocused, arms falling off their posture. Something struck him within, causing his heart to beat faster, his breath to quicken, his skin flushing red. “What is happening?”

    “Lust.” She said, her turn to grin now. “Pleasure, a stir between your legs. The other gods, goddesses and even humans don’t understand that I also am the goddess of sex, which is not the same thing as procreation.”

    A bulge formed on Nearo’s tunic and his breath became even heavier. She looked down and giggled childishly, touching the bulge with the tip of her finger, causing Nearo to flinch.

    “Rhae, please!” He said, sweat running down his forehead. “What are you doing?”

    “What does it look like?” She said. “Isn’t this why you’ve pursued me? Why you married me? This longing for release?”

    “Then, as my wife, do something about it!” He said between breaths.

    “Remove your tunic.”

    He ripped it out immediately, revealing his godly member proudly pointing between Rhae’s legs. He reached forward, but Rhae put a hand on his breastplate, stopping him instantly. “No, not that. You are not ready for that.”

    “What!?”

    But Rhae said nothing and instead dropped to her knees so that she had Nearo’s member right in front of her face. She admired it for a moment, god of war indeed, its raging hard erection and bulging veins suggested release on immediate touch. She needed to control his arousal, but first she needed to deflower her virgins.

    She brought her hand up, regarding the screaming, crying maidens that hugged each other for a moment, enjoying their terror. She cupped her other hand alongside it and flinched it slightly, dispersing the girls on both hands. Then she moved it forward, just underneath Nearo’s member, its size easily dwarfing all of the girls and its shadow engulfing them completely. She motioned her hands up and brushed the girls against the towering penis, showering them in its heavenly scent, noting the gasps coming from above.

    “Worship it.” She commanded. “Worship your god’s cock. Lick it, devote your bodies to it. Shed your virginity against it. Have it become the purpose of your life.”

    Fear held too much a grip for the girls to do anything but obey, so they did. Dozens of little girls motioned to work against the rough skin of Naero’s penis, their inexperience apparent in their movements. Rhae watched with fascination as they started to kiss it, lick it, rub their bodies against it, her breath washing over them as it gathered pace. They cried in fear, screaming for their mothers and fathers, but they still obeyed.

    “Heavens! Rhae!” Nearo gasped, arching his head back. “I can feel them!”

    “But it is not enough, is it?”

    He looked down at her, and she returned him a mischievous glance. Then, without breaking eye contact, her hands gripped his member and tightened around it like vice, trapping the maidens between them, causing him to gasp again.

    “And can you feel them now?” She said, her voice filled with pure seduction.

    Nearo only nodded, lost too deep in lust to respond with words. The girls twitched and jerked with all their miniscule might as they screamed in terror, too weak to free themselves but strong enough to send shivering sensations against the nerve-ends of his throbbing cock. But it was nothing compared to the sensation of Rhae’s hands starting to stroke it, rolling the girls around.

    “How does it feel, my dear god?” She said. “How does it feel to have puny humans being sacrificed for your pleasure?” Bones started breaking, their bodies unable to withstand Rhae’s gentle massage, responding with mortal death throes. “How does it feel to have dozens of little girls, pure-blooded virgins who have never tasted a the bed of man, pleading and begging for their lives, for mercy as they die against the skin of your divine member, one which dwarfs any mortal to insignificance?” The force exerted by Rhae became too much for their bodies and they started tearing apart, shredding between the skins of two gods, disintegrating for Nearo’s sexual relief.

    “How does it feel, “ she said with more deliberation, “ to kill with your cock?”

    “Rhae!” He screamed, shaking his head, eyes wide from unbearable pleasure. “I’m going to-”

    “No you’re not.” She said and reached within his emotions, holding his climax back. “Not before I’m done with them.” She took a look at her stroking motions and the blood that glistened against his skin. It formed a perfect lubricant, the mass of girls having now formed a pile of unrecognizable gore that oozed out between her fingers, painting Nearo’s cock with a deep red shade. She looked up again and saw him looking down at her with a questioning stare mired within the craze of sexual passion raging in his veins.

    “How did you-” He managed to say before Rhae licked his tip in a single stroke, causing him to arch his head back again. “Oh heavens!”

    She then followed through by taking his whole tip inside her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue. Nearo gasped even more as she sucked against his tip while still stroking his blood-soaked girth before she removed her hands and then, with a single thrust, swallowed his whole cock all the way to her throat and kept it like that for a few moments.

    Nearo looked down with a shocked expression and moved his hands to grab her hair, though unknowing what to do with it, too scared to intervene. He was going to explode, but Rhae still held him back from climaxing. Her hands on the other hand moved around, the left one kneading the back of his thigh, coating it with blood while the right one moved underneath his breastplate, smearing human remains against his muscular abs as she ran her hand along its curves.

    Then she closed her lips tightly around his cock and slowly withdrew, washing the blood and corpses away within her mouth. She then thrust again and repeated the motion many times, taking his whole size in each thrust. She did it until there was no trace of the girls left but the smears against his thigh and abs. That’s when she released him from her emotional grip and he exploded immediately, massive amounts of seed erupting within her mouth as she swallowed it all while he screamed in ecstasy.

    After it was all done, he dropped to his knees, breathing heavily as he looked at her while she wiped drips of blood and white seemen from her mouth with her hand, all the while smirking at him.

    “I’m sorry.” He said.

    She frowned. “For what?”

    “For coming like that.” He felt ashamed. “I haven’t managed to return even the least bit of pleasure for you.”

    She laughed. “Ah, dearest love. Why do you think I did this?”

    “I… uh… “

    “Heavens!” She shook her head while still laughing. “For all the power you gods possess, you are so naive when it comes to sex. Even humans know more about it than you.”

    “What?” He looked at her in bafflement. “How would even know that?”

    “It doesn’t matter.” She said, her firm expression returning. “What matters is that I did it because I don’t want you to come instantly when the time comes for you to go inside me.” She stood up, looking at the city. “You men and gods are so sexually inferior to us. You come so fast, and once you do, you need so much time before you are ready again. Now, relax a little, regain your pleasure. I, in the meanwhile, am going to have a bit of fun for myself.”

    She scanned the city once again, searching for something interesting.

    Down by the harbor, a large mass of people scrambled towards the ships, thinking the sea was the only way out of the city. Rhae smirked, deciding to let their deluded sense of hope fill the ships for her to have fun with later on.

    Elsewhere, others fled randomly throughout the streets and alleys, slowly dispersing towards the other side of the city. Nearo might have to make another round around the city. But as her eyes wandered more, she spotted some kind of commotion in front of the grand temple dedicated to her love. She felt a stab of jealousy when she saw the structure, even he had one here, the second biggest at that! She decided she found what she was looking for.

    Smirking, she moved forward, stepping over the wall, and charged towards the temple. Her steps carried enormous amounts of force with them, blowing everything into rubble and dust wherever she stepped, leaving no survivors. Then, once she was two or three steps away from the crowd of people, she jumped from her sprint, aiming right for the middle of the mass of gawking, horrified men and women.

    ---

    Thurin had worshipped the god of war his entire life. He had won countless battles with Nearo’s blessing. He had found his life’s purpose in the service of his god. As the general that had conquered half the world, the Grand Temple of Nearo became life’s work after the conquests, his gift to the red god.

    And now Nearo stood there, outside the city, more real than Thurin could have ever imagined, uncaring towards his prayers. He had brought the goddess of love with her, the one his people had shunned, the one who had destroyed Deanna’s temple and sacrificed Deanna’s maidens to… to...

    He shut his eyes closed. It made him sick to even think about it. Everyone in the city had seen it, watching in utter silence. Was that the fate of mortal humans when gods decided to play with them? But in the darkness of his thoughts, he felt tremors yet again. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of the Rhae flying through the air, her feet aiming straight at them.

    He rose his arms up in instinct, his mind blank from sudden panic. But instead of being trampled to the earth, an explosion of light blinded him, followed by a roaring, thunderous noise similar to the one that had heralded their coming.

    After a few moments, he looked up, but she had disappeared from the sky. A series of gasps and shouts caused Thurin to look down the steps of Nearo’s temple towards mass of people in front of it, and the cloud of billowing dust in their midst.

    He unsheathed his sword, making his way through his guards and down the steps. “Follow me, men.” As soon as he arrived, the dust had dissipated, and a circle had formed in it. He saw her then and there, naked, no bigger than any other.

    Heavens! She’s beautiful!

    She stood in the middle of the crowd, arms folded, looking around with impudent arrogance on her expression. Her eyes wandered until she spotted Thurin, then walked towards him, parting the crowd with ease. He gritted his teeth, unaccustomed to having to respect such a lewd sight, but he bowed nonetheless.

    “Goddess, I-” His words were cut short by one of his men charging forward, spear held level. Thurin panicked yet again, but everything happened too fast. The guard thrust his spear forward just as Rhae cleared the crowd, not a single hint of fear in her face. She stopped, eying the guard, and unfolded her arms, not bothering to dodge the attack.

    The tip of the spear hit her directly where her heart was… and broke.

    The guard stumbled forward in momentum, failing to shift the goddess back even a single inch, let alone pierce or even scratch her skin. His shocked form quickly turned into painful gasps as the goddess catched him by his throat. Without further ceremony, she lifted him and threw him in the air, several dozens of yards so, flying down the city. She took his broken spear with the other hand, feeling it in her grip for a moment as the flailing guard reached the peak of his flight arch, then turned and threw the spear at him with inhuman strength and precision, piercing him straight in the middle of his chest and causing him to fly further away and fall on one of the far houses.

    Everyone in the crowd had watched the show in stunned silence, then broke in panic afterwards, fleeing away from her in all directions. To Thurin, she seemed not to mind. Why would she, anyway? There were infinitely inferior to her. She turned once again and approached Thurin.

    “Goddess,” he bowed his head down. “I am Thuri-”

    “I don’t care about your name.” She said, arriving in front of him. Thurin dared not look he in the eyes without permission, so he stared at her feet. Perfection.

    A moment later, she moved to his side, then promptly sat on Thurin’s back. “You’re the leader here?”

    “Y- Yes, goddess.” Thurin shifted forward a bit, trying to make it as comfortable for her as possible. He suppressed his humiliation with every bit of mental fortitude he had. His guards still stood in line, surrounding him, waiting with frightful expressions.

    "You are one of Nearo's minions?"

    "Uh... I hope so, goddess."

    “Good. Now, tell me, why are all these people here?” She said, looking around, folding her arms once again and crossing her legs.

    Thurin was puzzled for a moment. Perhaps it was because he expected gods to be omniscient, or at least half so. He rose his head a little bit and regarded the crowd. Most were fleeing through the streets and alleys beyond the temple, but many still had the courage to climb the steps and try for the temple.

    “Expectation of protection, goddess.” He said. “Nearo has appeared in his one and true form, so these people have gathered to seek his mercy here.” He felt a stab of guilt. He had been reduced to a chair for the goddess of love, yet still felt ashamed that there was no grand temple dedicated to her in the city.

    “Protection…” she trailed for a moment. “Look at him. Lying in the sun, stroking his member, a big smile on his lips. Does he look like he cares?”

    “N- No, goddess.” Thurin felt her hand run through his hair.

    “Do you know why?”

    “No, goddess.”

    “Don’t lie to me.” Her hands gripped his hair, forcing his head up.

    “I’m sorry! Goddess! Yes, I know. Everyone knows. It’s because of you.”

    She let a small laugh out. “And yet, they seek shelter on his temple? This… hope of yours, it really is a fascinating emotion.” She rose from Thurins back and placed herself in front of him, forcing him to raise his head and back even more. He was now level with her crotch. Perfection.

    “Yes.” She said, smiling broadly. “His mind is clouded, because of me.” She pulled his head closer. “Smell it, human.”

    Thurin closed his eyes, and did as he was told. It overwhelmed him. He tried to direct his thoughts towards her words ringing in his head, that she was somehow manipulating Nearo, but it was futile.

    “Can you feel it? The passion? The lust? Isn’t wonderful?”

    It was much more than that. The sudden excruciating need for sexual release overwhelmed him. His heart began to race and his breathing quickened, trying to smell every bit of the scent of her nectar. He wanted her, he needed her. He wanted to throw his arms around her, to please her, to be her toy and slave to the end of time. He did not know what held him back. And it was incredibly painful.

    “P- please! G- Goddess!” He begged, sweat dripping from his forehead where veins bulged to their greatest extent.

    She laughed out loud. Her hand ran along his head like a master stroking her pet. She moved one leg and put it a step further up. “Alright, go on, darling.”

    He grabbed her thighs, digging his fingers on her impenetrable skin, and rushed his mouth beneath her sex. He ran his tongue with vigorously along its folds, pushed it against her clitoris with all his strength, drank every bit of her essence. She laughed further still.

    As Thurin tried to please her with every bit of effort, she turned her head towards Nearo. “Love, you might want to take a look at this.”

    Thurin grew alarmed, but couldn’t stop. Nearo rose his head a little, looking towards them, frowning his eyes. Then, they turned into the eyes of the god of war that she knew. Pure rage filled them, rage that would induce fear and terror into the eyes of the gods themselves, let alone humans. Rhae grinned like a little girl.

    He rose to his feet, knuckles turning white. Nearo’s steps crumbled a quarter of the city as he hastily made his way towards them until he straddled them, looking down at them with vengeful fury.

    Rhae shrugged. “He was insistent.”

    “Grow.” He said with a low, but still booming voice.

    The spell that had clouded Thurin’s mind dissipated immediately, and he backed away from Rhae. He looked up at Nearo’s eyes, shrinking back even further beneath him. Thurin screamed for forgiveness, but he knew Nearo wasn’t even listening to him. Thurin was left alone as his guards fled towards the temple. He looked down at Rhae for a moment, seeing the smirk on her lips. She was worse than Hith himself.

    She grew once again, standing to his side, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m sorry my love.” She kissed him on his shoulder. Her hand wandered down and grabbed his member, causing it to grow rock hard. “I grew restless.”

    Nearo hovered a hand far above Thurin, propelling him towards it in almost an instant. His fingers then curled around him, pinching him and holding him far above the city. He begged and pleaded, screaming that Rhae had tricked him, but to no avail.

    Rhae watched with glee, waiting to see how Nearo would deal with the little speck between his fingers. Then she felt his arm wrap around her, raising her up. The next moment, she felt the little human’s wriggling body pushed against her clitoris, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

    Then Nearo shifted around, and Rhae felt the little miniscule mortal pinched against her clitors by the tip of Nearo’s rock hard cock. “My love… “ she moaned, then kissed him.

    She felt his tip push forward slightly, immediately breaking every bone of the man’s body as they continued their passionate kiss. She smiled further as Nearo’s cock then slid upwards, liquefying the remains between his lower shaft and her labia, causing further moans to escape her lips.

    “No mere mortal will ever touch what is mine and expect to live.” He said. Then he lowered his member, nuzzling his tip against her opening, preparing to penetrate her. She pushed him back instead with great force. He stumbled backwards, his feet plowing through rows of building and alleys beyond the temple, crushing swaths of fleeing masses as he struggled to remain balanced, surprised by her actions. “What are you doing?”

    Rhae struck a seductive pose. “You think I’m am going to make it that easy for you?”

    She then took a step back, turning towards Nearo’s temple. She grabbed the bronze, soldier statues and broke them apart, throwing them outside the city. Then she placed the palm of her hand on the cupola, causing it to stick, and lifted it effortlessly, throwing it too aside and revealing the teeming masses of people seeking shelter within the main hall. It was the perfect size.

    She turned towards Nearo once again. “We have the luxury of being able to have fun with all these people, and you want to end it that quickly? No.”

    Biting her lip, she began to descend her ass upon the main hall of the temple. The mass of people immediately scrambled to get away, but there were too many of them, they had no chance. A few made it, but most were trapped as they felt the smooth skin of her bottom smothering them.

    Rhae ground both hands on the sides of the temple as she steadied herself, enjoying the wriggling mass of humanity beneath her ass as she hovered it less than an inch above the ground. She rolled her ass around a few times, moaning to the hundreds of beating hands striking against her skin. She enjoyed the fear and panic beneath her for a few more moments before she let her full weight on top of them.

    Their bodies yielded to her ass without the slightest resistance, crushing hundreds hundreds of souls in a single moment, letting a long, loud moan escape her mouth as she enjoyed the feeling of warm blood coating her skin. The most luxurious seat she had ever sat on.

    She then plowed her arms through the sides of the temple, crumbled the front with her thighs and crushed any survivor along with the rubble, then spread her legs wide open, inviting Nearo.

    “You had your fun with Deanna’s maidens. Now I want my fun with your soldiers and band of worshippers too.”

    Nearo’s eyes glistened with the fire of the red god shining within them. Rhae saw it, loved it. There was no better way to inflame the passion of a god, especially one as temperamental as the god of war, than to add the fuel of jealousy in it. His nostrils flared, his breathing paced, his teeth gritted as he looked between Rhae’s legs.

    He was a sight to behold. None of the gods, not even her father, possessed a body such as Nearo. Muscle defined every inch of his naked, standing form. The blood of Deanna’s maidens had dried on his abdomen, coating the bulging abs like a streak of crimson war paint. And with every breath he took, with every twitch of his abs, the dried blood cracked and tore, falling off in pieces.

    Rhae flushed with warmth. He could pulverise a mere mortal into nothingness with any part of his marvelous structure, and she wanted him to do it. On her. In her. Badly. Especially with his raging erection, standing proudly erect, pointing slightly up as a small rivulet of fresh blood ran down along its skin. The humans deserved it. To think that…

    “What?” Nearo said, grunting.

    “What are you waiting for?” She said. He took a step forward, she moved a foot in front to block him. “Tst, tst, tst, not like that.”

    “Good grief, Rhae!” He bellowed. “What now?”

    She smiled. “Don’t be a brute, love. I said I want to have fun with your minions. Go gather some. I want to you please me with them.”

    “But why does it matter so much to you?”

    Her smile faded. She leaned forward a little, looked around the shattered temple complex, and found a lone, screaming survivor. Rhae saw she was a woman as she held her close to her face, then dangled her between her face and Nearo’s.

    “I’m the goddess of love.” She said with a low, annoyed tone. “I know everything there is to know I about it. I command it. And that includes sex. That is why all the gods desire me, but none can satisfy me. They are all boring. But you are special because you actually know what turns me on.” She shook the little woman for emphasis.

    “Do you really want to disappoint me, Nearo?” She stood up, walking down to him, causing dozens of bodies to fall off her butt cheeks with each step. “Do you want to relegate yourself to being just one of them too?”

    Nearo calmed himself considerably. Despite his fire, he was still one of the smarter gods. Rhae knew that. She placed the woman on her engorged nipple, forcing her to hold on to it for her life. “If you ever want me to love you, you need to please me in ways that transcend those of flesh on flesh. You know that.”

    Nearo put his hands around her, grabbing her on her bloodstained butt and nudged her against his powerful, muscular body. The woman was pinned between her breast and his chest, numbing her struggles into faint tingles. “But why? Rhae? What is it about a mortal that excites you so much? If you help me understand, then surely I can enjoy it just as much as you do?”

    Rhae’s smile came back. She put her hands around his neck, looked Nearo briefly in the eyes, and then leaned forward, kissing him. The woman was pulverized in an instant, reduced to a smear on both ends of the heavenly couple. After the kiss, Rhae moved her mouth to Nearo’s ear and whispered, “Do want to hear a secret?”

    Nearo frowned. “Secret?”

    Rhae nodded. “Yes. One that should concern you a great deal, my love.”

    “Of course, then.” He said.

    “Tell me,” Rhae moved back, turned around and observed the city. “Why do you think Father created man?”

    “To worship us, of course.” Nearo said as he wrapped his hands around his bride. “Why else would they exist?”

    Rhae snorted. “What a laughable excuse Father always parades around.” She turned around once more and eyed Nearo. “What if I tell you something preposterous, utterly unbelievable, yet something that I believe is true. Would you do the same, love?”

    “I…” Nearo didn’t know what to say to that, at first. But she could see he did not want to disappoint her. “Of course I would.”

    She smiled. “Well then, what if I told you that humans came before the gods?”

    Nearo backed away instantly, looking at her like she’d committed blasphemy of the highest order. “Rhae. Careful.”

    She had expected it, but she was determined. “What if I told you that what Father tells us is a lie.” She took a step forward, never breaking eye contact with him. “What if I told you that we, the gods, were forged by the image of man, and not the other way around?”

    “Rahe. What are you saying?”

    She put her hands around his neck, once again. “You don’t have to believe me, love. You just have to understand that I dobelieve it. That is all.”

    Nearo remained silent for a long while, his eyes switching back and forth between hers, thoughtful. But as time went on, something resigned within him and he relaxed, then put his arms around her hips and heaved her up against his chest. He moved his mouth to her breast and sucked the bloody remains of the woman on around her nipple, causing Rhae to moan once before he put her down again.

    “You know,” He said. “I did not become the god that I am today by sheer power and might. I am your husband because, besides being the god of war, I happen to have an open mind. But you have to explain to me what you mean, Rhae!”

    Her smile broadened and she let out a giggle. “Of course! Love! That is why I love you after all.”

    “That is good to hear.” He cleared his throat. “But you have to explain to me why you feel the need to rebel against your father this way. Why do you have to say such things?”

    “My father, ugh…” She rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t matter right now. Let me just make you understand. Let me show you why it is such fun to play with humans.”

    “Fine.” He said, then turned around and stepped into the guts of the city, reigniting fear and terror throughout the streets as people fled towards the harbor with renewed vigor. They could not match the stride of the red god, of course. A single step from him shook the ground enough for entire masses to lose balance and trip to the ground. Nearo searched for a suitable street through which they made their way, then ran his hand above a crowded one, sucking dozens out of them, gluing them to his hand, and made his way back to Rahe, “Show me.”

    Rhae giggled even more, resembling a mere child at the contents of Nearo’s hand. “Look at them, love!” They both did. Men and women looked up at the two gods, eyes full of terror as knew what was about to come. “Look at their faces, their emotions. They fear, they pain, they pride pride, and they love. Just like we do. They are not animals, they have all these intricate feelings and thoughts running through their heads, making them aware that they’ll die for our lust.” At her words, the crowd quivered even more, cries of mercy erupting between them, causing Rhae to giggle further.

    “Tell me, love.” She continued as she lowered her head to observe them closer. “What are we without them?”

    Nearo frowned. “What do you mean?”

    Her eyes looked up at his. “What good are we gods for when there is no one to worship us?”

    “Isn’t that what I’m telling you?” He said. “That’s why you Farther made them!”

    “That is not my question.” Rhae said. “Yes, they may worship us, but if there were no mortals, why should we be considered gods?”

    Nearo opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Rhae saw she had made him think for a little moment, and she smiled. She then placed both hands on Nearo’s filled one, and motioned it to her left breast, making him cup it with all its contents. She shivered immediately as she felt dozens of arms and legs beating against the sensitive skin of her perfect breast.

    “So, you’re saying,” Nearo finally spoke, “That mortals, with their powerless forms, serve only to remind us of who we are?”

    Rhae’s smile grew, then she teached Nearo how to rub the trapped crowd against her breast with her hands the way she wanted to, causing moan after moan. “Maybe.” She said. “I don’t actually know. But let me tell you this, I’ve spent time amongst them.”

    “All gods do that.” He said as he continued kneading Rhae’s breast, his breath pacing, understanding why Rhae loved it more and more.

    “Yes.” She said. “But always as gods. I lived amongst them, Nearo. I pretended I was one of them.”

    His eyes shifted from her breast to hers. “Why would you do that?”

    “It doesn’t matter.” She said as she forced Nearo to knead her breast with more and more force, beginning to snap and break bones within the press of muffled screams and cries of terror erupting from it. “What matters is that mortals are pretty much us, without our powers.”

    “Yes. They resemble us. Created on our image, remember?”

    “That is not what I mean!” She said, not letting her frustration get in the way. “My point is, they think and talk and laugh like us. They love like us, they betray like us, they kill, like us. I’ve seen many of them smarter than some of our own, and much more fun to be around. You could take any of them, give him some of our powers, and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

    Nearo stopped kneading her breast for a moment, looking her in the eyes, giving the people a little respite. Then he put overwhelming force into his hand, causing Rhae to moan in ecstasy as blood oozed between his fingers. “Isn’t this a big enough difference?”

    She laughed as she came down from her high, eyes fluttering. “It’s still because of our powers.” She looked at him again as he withdrew his hand, then leaned in to kiss him as she ground her bloodstained breast against his chest. “Don’t you see, love? The only difference is that we can do with them whatever we want. Everything else is equal. And that is incredible.”

    Nearo remained thoughtful, but she could see understanding creeping into his mind. “Think about it.” She said. “They can fuck, like we can. But we can fuck them to their deaths, and they’d understand everything that’d happen. They’d be aware of everything, they’d be conscious about it and utterly powerless to stop us. That makes it unbelievably exciting for me!”

    Nearo suddenly wrapped his hand around Rhae’s waist, spun her around, then looked her in the eyes as he held her, “Fine. Let me think about it as I eat you out.”

    Rhae’s eyes widened and a big broad smile formed on her lips, but then he pushed her back and she tripped backwards, falling into the midst of the city. The impact collapsed every building in the area, causing massive amounts of billowing dust to raise all around her. She even slid dozens of yards backwards, grounding everything beneath her lovely back to smithereens, pulp and stains.

    “What in heaven’s-” She managed to say before she felt his tongue delve into the folds of her sex. She let out a loud moan in the process and let her head rest back. Her arms then burrowed through countless rows of buildings and streets, merciless to anything in their path as her fingers dug craters upon craters from spasms she couldn’t contain.

    His tongue drove her wild. Her hips bucked, her legs swayed, smashing rows upon rows of houses into piles of rubble, burying countless people with them. But his tongue then withdrew, leaving her hanging. She looked down at him with unbearable need, “Love! Don’t st- oh…”

    Nearo had withdrawn only to search and find prey for her sex to feed on. She couldn’t contain herself. She settled her head back down again, and a moment later she felt her most intimate flesh flooded with countless signals of living, breathing mortals beating against it while Nearo’s tongue played with them.

    He rolled the screaming people around, bathed them with is saliva mixed with her wetness and love scents, mashed them against her clitoris. He slid many of them inside where his fingers followed, toying with them as he thrust them in and out, plastering their bodies against the layers of her inner flesh.

    Rhae bucket and spasmed all around her body, breathing heavily as her heart raced. She looked as her orgasm neared, delighting in the destruction they both caused. Everything had been reduced into chaos around her. This city had been built for centuries upon the foundation of countless of hours of sweat for the mortals, and they were destroying it in minutes. Those people on and within her sex had grown, breathed, eaten and lived for hundreds of years combined, and they were dying instant after instant for her pleasure.

    She could never have enjoyed it as much if she hadn’t accepted them as equals in all except her godly might.

    She couldn’t hold it any longer. She grabbed Nearo’s hair, tugged on it forcefully as she bucked her hip up one last time and screamed in pleasure as the perks of being the goddess of love worked to their full capacity, sending an explosive orgasm coursing through her whole body that lasted for almost a whole minute.