As I picked my skills, they didn't just infuse; they slammed into my fucking soul, burning through my veins like pure, distilled power. I felt a surge, a primal hum echoing deep in my balls. I turned to face the goddess, ready to signal I was done, when a scorching, electric jolt ripped through my thoughts, a notification practically screaming inside my skull, raw and unfiltered:
"WOW! What filthy thoughts are you having about me and the world? I can feel your erection from here." "I want him to treat me like he is thinking. I want to be taken."
My blood pumped hotter, a savage grin twisting my lips, my dick already straining against my pants. Reading that raw, unadulterated desire, I snapped my head around, trying to pinpoint the source of these carnal whispers. After a searing moment, another notification flashed, burning even brighter, dripping with a delicious desperation:
"What do I do? He read my thoughts. He will know that I'm soaking."
Again, my eyes darted around, searching. A third notification appeared, vibrating with a perverse relief that made my cock twitch, rock hard and ready:
"What a relief he doesn't know that his skills are working."
That last one hit me like a shot of pure, unadulterated pleasure. A triumphant roar erupted in my mind. FUCK YES! My newly acquired skills were already active, and I was unknowingly digging into the goddess's most intimate, filthy thoughts, confirming her absolute lust for my virgin cock. I'd made a promise to myself: if there was ever a moment to use my dick, to take what I wanted, to assert my dominance, I wouldn't hesitate. With that thought throbbing in my pants, making my whole body feel like a coiled spring, I closed the distance between us. My gaze locked onto hers, burning with the hunger of a man who'd waited a lifetime, a man who saw her not as a deity, but as his to claim. My hand shot behind her back, not gently, but seizing a thick, luxurious handful of the black, curly hair that brushed against her tempting ass cheeks. I pulled hard, a sharp, possessive yank that was anything but subtle.
The sudden jerk made the goddess gasp, a soft, choked sound escaping her lush lips as she bent at the waist, her face now inches from mine, her warm, sweet breath mingling with my own. "Mmph...!" she whimpered, her body tense, ready to break. I brought my lips to her soft, pink ones, a primal urge surging through me, and bit down, a light, testing bite that made her squirm slightly, a low hum vibrating in her throat. "Hoooh!" she moaned, just like I'd seen those sluts do in the porn movies before I died. Another notification popped up, practically pulsing with pure, unbridled ecstasy:
"WOW, WOW, WOW This is everything I dreamt of!"
Ignoring the pulsing alert, I began to devour her lips, a hungry, almost violent feast. "You're mine now," I growled against her mouth, the taste of her, faintly sweet and musky, filling my senses. It was my first taste of a goddess, and it was nothing short of phenomenal. I lost myself, sucking and biting her mouth with increasing, desperate fervor, claiming her. My teeth scraped lightly against her plump lower lip as I tugged, then released, drawing a low, guttural moan from deep within her throat, a sound that drove my hunger even wilder. "Ahhh...!" she whimpered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As I savaged her mouth, her tongue, at first hesitant, then boldly, knowingly, emerged, tasting my lips and teeth, a silent, blatant invitation to go deeper, to take more. "That's right, bitch," I thought, my mind roaring, "give me more. Open up for me." Feeling this brazen advance, I didn't hold back. I thrust my own tongue deep into her mouth, claiming that hot, wet space, intertwining with hers. Her tongue coiled around mine like a hungry snake, sucking vigorously, drawing me deeper, pulling my essence into her. "Chwuuup! Slurp!" The sounds were disgusting, utterly erotic. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, exploring every heated corner, every slick surface, and she chased it, a hungry, desperate pursuit, continuing to suck, her very essence mixing with mine in a raw, vulgar dance. Our tongues dueled, a primal, chaotic rhythm moving from my mouth to hers, a messy, passionate struggle for dominance. I was completely consumed by the raw, carnal kiss, lost in the taste of her, the feel of her lips, the hot cavern of her mouth. After a minute that felt like an eternity, I broke away, a thin, glistening string of saliva connecting us, a visual testament to the sheer, unbridled intensity of our encounter. The goddess's face was flushed, shining brightly with sweat, her eyes glazed over, utterly lost in pure, unadulterated lust. Her ample chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples surely hard as diamonds beneath her dress.
I yanked her hair hard again, pulling her down, and she dropped to her knees with a soft thud, a perfect act of eager submission. "Ungh!" she gasped, still dazed, head falling back. Releasing her hair, I moved my hand to cup her flushed cheeks, pressing them as if she were a precious, vulnerable thing, but with a possessive grip that left no doubt of my ownership. A small, inviting crack formed between her lips, a silent, eager plea for more, for anything I'd give her. "Drink," I commanded, my voice low and thick with desire, the power intoxicating. I brought my mouth close, my own breath hot and ragged, and poured my saliva into the opening, a disgusting, dominant offering, a taste of what was to come. "Slurp, slurp!" She drank it without hesitation, her throat working, accepting every drop, every bit of my essence, a silent ritual of absolute surrender. "Haaang!" It seemed she was constantly reading my thoughts, her beautiful body and mind eagerly following through with every unspoken, vulgar command, her every move an invitation. This was just the beginning.