33 I am a Gods Wife R18 (1/2)

”You already know?” Arata echoed the thoughts in his head. He watched her nod, and so he smiled again, chuckling before he got the words out. ”You're... letting me do it? The rest of the game?”

”Well, now that I know what you have to do, and what's been bugging you...” -Attori moved her head left and right as if trying shrug- ”I guess it's okay as long as you make sure that you're not... going to promise yourself to someone else, because I can and I will kill you...”

”I'd love to die by your hands then.” He sobbed with a laughter. Arata rested his head against the bed and sighed in relief like his breath had been held for hours. ”This is so great. She didn't leave me...”

The level of relief she saw in his face surprised her. Attori, even though she claimed to know she knew him better than anyone, was just as puzzled as they all were about Arata's hidden problems. Her hands on the sides of his head would claw at the sheets, but that would only ruin the mood. She was enraged. Ruby had gone closer than her to understanding his silence.

She slid her body off of him in an instant. The mad girl mused over the robe and thought of untying the knot holding it close. Attori wanted his body more than anything right now. Knowing that he was indeed a higher being than her made her want him. A body of a god who knew no resistance against her.

The man felt her body leave his as the pressure disappeared. He looked down at her again, as he noticed something had been fiddling with his bathrobe. The girl was now kneeling between his legs, balancing with her knees as she untied the knot on his bathrobe. She tossed the belt off to open the robe, and then exposed his body. The girl pressed her hands on his chest and trailed them like a water brush down to his hips, clawing at the edge of his boxers. Pulling down his underwear, the curl on her lips grew.

'This is mine,' she thought as she stared at the junior. Her thoughts circled around her head as she moved to gather her hair and twirl them to get them out of the way. 'I'm only lending this to her.'

Excitement started rushing all over Arata's body, as his member responded with some strength to rise. The woman unclasped her bra and slid it off of her arm before tossing it on the floor. She backed off a little, managing to rest her breasts on his thighs and catching his boner with them. It was a clash of soft and hard organs, along with the decor of spit. Attori started licking the tip that edged out from her cleavage.

Heat drew across Arata's face as he watched her. Unlike his other escapades, he always wanted Attori to be the one moving. It was some sort of 'crush me' mentality that was pretty normal for someone who liked women like Attori's trope. With the member getting harder and taller, he kept his silence as the woman sought for her own satisfaction towards his body of High Strength, unlike the ones before.

Smacking noises were barely heard as Attori started sucking the top part, rubbing her breasts around it as much as she liked. As if getting bored soon, she let go of the top and adjusted her chest a little. She used a hand to lift the organ higher and out of her cleavage's reach, only to push in the length her throat could handle. She was not trying to choke though; she was just sucking more as she bobbed her head up and down slowly, tongue teasing it harder at every upward motion. Her teeth grazed against the organ, but not enough to hurt. She would sometimes nib, making it tremble inside a smaller warm, moist cave.

'Mine! Ah, this is mine!' She yelled inside her head. She was not normally quiet during an 'Encounter,' but the obsessive thoughts being screamed from the depths of her mind would scare Arata. Scare? She scoffed at her stupid self. It was not fear; it was the frustration of not being shared.

It had stiffened well, and a taste started smearing inside the walls of her mouth. The girl had handled him for a while; she knew how it felt when his body was reacting, reaching heights it dreamed about. She gave it a final suck before getting it out of her mouth, warm saliva dripping down from tip to root. She held her palm above the member, letting it shoot out its white sticky liquid and controlling the mess it would make. The organ limped a little before rising even taller.

”Still so easy. Some god you are!” Attori chuckled as she looked at the man's face. She even cooed at his redness and at the muffled sounds he kept from getting out using his fist. She got up and slip her underwear off of her, before straddling the male again. Just like the first time.

”You know this is just because I'm letting you...” The man laughed out in an answer. He was pretty active when they were with Yukari.

Arata sat up a little to stroke at her hair, but she leaned closer to rub her face against his neck. She smeared her soiled hand down his chest to his navel, soon stroking at his member some more. Arata brought his hands to her chest and fondled her lightly. Attori then moved up a little, and started letting him dig through her.

A long moan came out from her, not holding back as they were in a private place. Small moans came from the man as well, as he felt her rock in place, setting the pace on her own. She kept on breathing and licking Arata's neck as she moved, liking how the member felt inside of her. She knew where it should hit, grazing a sweet spot every now and then.

The man's hands were on her back, as if keeping her near and to keep her from falling. He could feel her breasts come up and down against his chest, her nipples drawing crazy circles against his skin.

Attori started going faster, making her body bob higher for a longer slide. She was enjoying herself, and it was more than enough for him...

Not.

When she stopped to rest, Arata almost threw their bodies to the side, getting Attori under him. She let out a surprised gasp and then a laughter as she held onto the sides of his head.