For a man whose age was close to 100, he was surprisingly... gifted.
His cock sprang free, thick, long, and hard, with a network of prominent veins that pulsed with a life of their own. The head was a deep, angry red, glistening with a bead of pearly precum. It was a magnificent specimen, a testament to his vitality and strength.
Well, to be fair, the Sentinels, even these flawed ones, have long lifespans and age slowly. It is said that a holy paladin at the age of 200 is still in his prime.
Mine, however, age isn't a factor. Their bodies do age with time, but it would take thousands of years for them to show any signs of aging.
And when they do age, with the blessing of my blood concept, they could simply rejuvenate their bodies, similar to how elder vampires do.
But that was a topic for another day.
Right now, I have a different kind of blessing in my hands.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, my touch gentle yet firm. He was hot, so incredibly hot, and I could feel the frantic, desperate throbbing of his pulse against my palm.
"So much potential," I murmured, my eyes gleaming with a dark, possessive light. "So much power... wasted on a false goddess."
He didn't answer. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, every muscle in his body taut as a bowstring, fighting a losing battle against the waves of pleasure crashing over him.
Slowly, I leaned in and started sniffing him. I ran my tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft, from base to tip, savoring the musky, masculine taste of him, the salty hint of his arousal.
"STOP!" he roared, his body convulsing, the Null-Cuffs groaning under the strain. "I BEG YOU! STOP THIS!"
But it wasn't a command. It was a plea. A desperate, broken plea from a man on the verge of surrender.
I ignored him. I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his head, my tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. But I didn't go deep. Instead, I let his cock rest on my tongue as my other hand gently caressed his heavy, cum-filled balls, rolling them softly, feeling their weight and fullness.
The taste of him—salt, musk, and raw masculine need—flooded my senses. He was leaking steadily now, a steady drip of precum that I savored like fine wine.
"NNNGH!" Gideon's entire body shuddered violently. His hips jerked forward instinctively, trying to push me away, or maybe trying to push himself deeper in, a subconscious betrayal of his desire. But the Null-Cuffs held him in place, forcing him to endure my torturous slowness. His breathing came in ragged gasps, each one laced with a broken whimper he couldn't quite suppress.
I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips brushing against his throbbing tip with every word.
"Mmm... such a big, strong cock for such an old, repressed man. How many decades has this been trapped behind vows and prayers? How many nights did you lie awake, aching, telling yourself it was the work of demons?" I gave his balls a gentle squeeze, then licked a long, slow stripe up the underside again, tracing every vein. "Your goddess never gave you this, did she? Never let you feel warm lips... a wet tongue... the kind of worship you truly deserve."
"Blasphemy..." he hissed through gritted teeth, but his voice cracked midway. His golden eyes flickered open for a split second—long enough to see me kneeling between his spread thighs, completely naked, my breasts brushing against his legs, my red gaze locked on his face with predatory hunger—before he slammed them shut again. A single tear of shame and overwhelming pleasure slipped down his weathered cheek.
I hummed around his cock, taking him a little deeper this time, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked gently. My hand stroked what my mouth couldn't reach, twisting with just the right pressure.
The sounds were obscene: wet slurps, soft gagging as I pushed my limits, and the constant, desperate groans tearing from Gideon's throat. His legendary willpower was fracturing faster than I had anticipated. The aphrodisiac in his system, combined with a century of pent-up desire, was a potent cocktail. The aphrodisiac didn't force desire, but it lowered the final barriers, allowing the dam of repressed lust to burst.
My other hand left his balls and traveled upward, tracing the lines of his abdomen, feeling the muscles convulse under my touch. I gently tweaked one of his nipples, and he cried out, his back arching off the chair.
"Curse... curse you..." he panted, his breath ragged, his forehead glistening with a thick sheen of sweat. The pure golden light that usually radiated from his skin was flickering now, dimming like a dying candle, choked out by the raw, overwhelming rush of endorphins and lust. He was losing control of his own body.
Instead of answering with words, I increased the pace. I took him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate his impressive length. My head bobbed in a steady, relentless rhythm, my tongue working magic along the sensitive underside.
And since I could control every inch of my body, the sensation was intense, precise, and utterly overwhelming for him.
"NO! NO! I CAN'T! URIEL, HELP ME!" he screamed, a desperate, pathetic plea to a silent goddess.
But Uriel didn't answer. And I wasn't about to stop.
I pulled back completely, leaving his cock twitching in the cool air, slick with my saliva.
His eyes shot open, wide with a mixture of shock and frantic, needy confusion.
"W-why...?" he stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
I looked up at him, my lips swollen and glistening, a single strand of saliva connecting them to the tip of his cock. I didn't wipe it away. I let him see it.
"Because she's not listening, Gideon," I said, my voice husky, raw with desire. "I am."
I rose slowly from my knees, never breaking eye contact as I climbed into his lap. My body pressed against his, my breasts flattening against his hard chest. And my slick, heated folds pressed against the underside of his throbbing cock, trapping it between my body and his abdomen. I rocked my hips in a lazy grind, letting him feel just how wet and ready I was.
His head fell back against the high-backed chair with a thud, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips. His body was trembling, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. His resistance still flickered in the depths of his golden eyes, but it was a mere ember against the raging inferno of his lust.
"Feel that?" I whispered against his ear, my hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "That's life. That's power. That's pleasure. It's real. Your faith... your vows... they are just words. Empty, cold, meaningless words. This... this is real."
I reached down, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock again. I lifted my hips slightly, positioning him at my entrance. I could feel the frantic, desperate throbbing of him against my slick folds, a silent, animalistic plea for entry.
"Beg for it," I commanded, my voice a low, seductive growl. At the same time, I channeled highly potent lust energy directly into him, bypassing his physical senses and attacking his very soul.
"Never..." he choked out, his body arching, trying to push up into me, but the restraints held him fast. He was trapped, a prisoner to my will, a willing sacrifice on the altar of pleasure.
I didn't force myself on him. I didn't need to. Instead, I grabbed the tip of his cock, rubbing it back and forth along my dripping slit. Every teasing pass made his cock twitch violently against me. I leaned in close, my breasts pressing softly against his chest, my lips brushing the shell of his ear.
"Let me give you what she never could."
With that, I sank down.
Inch by glorious inch, Gideon's thick cock speared into me, stretching my tight walls until I was fully seated on his lap, my ass resting against his powerful thighs. The sensation was overwhelming—a full, delicious pressure that sent bolts of electric pleasure coursing through my entire body.
"AHHHH~" A long, throaty moan escaped my lips as I felt every prominent vein, every throb, every pulse of his magnificent length buried to the hilt inside my heat. He was so deep I could feel him pressing against the entrance to my womb.
"AAAHHH—!" Gideon's roar was raw, animalistic, torn straight from the depths of his soul. His golden eyes flew wide open, pupils blown black with overwhelming pleasure. His entire body seized, muscles bulging and straining violently against the Null-Cuffs as the sensation of my slick, velvety pussy swallowing him whole shattered what remained of his resistance.
I didn't give him time to recover.
I began riding him with slow, deliberate rolls of my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis on every downward motion. The wet, filthy sounds of our coupling—skin slapping against skin, the obscene squelch of my arousal coating his cock and balls—echoed through the chamber.
"Feel that, Gideon?" I purred, my voice thick with lust as I clenched around him deliberately, using perfect control of every muscle inside me to milk his shaft. "That's not punishment. That's not sacrifice. That's the reward you were denied for a century."
I leaned forward and bit his shoulder—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make him gasp. At the same time, I channeled another surge of potent lust energy directly into his soul, flooding his very essence with raw, burning need. His back arched so hard the chair groaned beneath us. The flickering golden light radiating from his skin guttered out completely, replaced by a flushed, feverish heat.
"N-no… I… I serve… only… Uriel—" His words dissolved into a broken, desperate moan as I picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock with increasing ferocity. My heavy breasts slapped against his chest with every downward thrust. I grabbed his silver hair with both hands and yanked his head forward, forcing him to watch as his thick shaft disappeared repeatedly into my dripping pussy.
"Look," I commanded. "Watch how your so-called holy cock betrays you. Watch how perfectly it fits inside me."
Tears streamed down his weathered face, but his hips—limited as they were—bucked upward to meet my every descent. The last ember of resistance was drowning in pleasure.
"Your goddess abandoned you," I whispered harshly, riding him harder, faster. The coil of pleasure in my own core tightened rapidly. "She left you aching and empty for a century. But I… I reward devotion."
I slammed down particularly hard, grinding in tight circles. Gideon's groan turned into a near-sob of ecstasy.
"Beg me," I hissed, slowing just enough to torment him. "Beg your new goddess to let you cum."
"NO!" he roared, thrashing wildly against the enchanted restraints. "I WILL NEVER—"
His lips trembled. Pride, shame, and unbearable pleasure warred across his face. I flooded him with another wave of soul-piercing lust energy. His entire body convulsed, muscles spasming uncontrollably.
"NOOO!!... I MUST... NOT..." he roared, unable to control the surge. His hips bucked violently, and before he could finish, he exploded. The dam of denial broke, and he flooded my insides with hot, potent seed. The sheer force of it was staggering. He kept cumming, spurt after spurt, the release so intense and the volume so vast that it immediately began to transform my beautiful flat stomach into a noticeable round.
"Mmm, you've been saving all that for me?" I murmured, my hands caressing my newly formed belly. I slowly lifted myself off him, watching with satisfaction as our combined fluids gushed out onto the stone floor, a pool of our union. His cock, still semi-hard and glistening, twitched.
"Look at what you've done," I purred, rising from his lap. I stood before him, naked and flushed with post-coital heat, one hand resting possessively on my swollen stomach. "You've given me a gift, Gideon. A very… generous gift."