"Ehh!" The Goddess of Fate was surprised to hear that, her cheeks still red. "I'm the Goddess of Fate, do you think you can just order me to do unspeakable things?!"
"Look, in my world, this is how my girls apologize when they do something bad. You killed me remember, best you can do is to use your mouth and comfort me," Robert said in a serious tone.
He moved his waist forward, prodding her cheeks with the head of his cock.
"Suck it now, and I'll forgive you and leave," Robert said.
The Goddess of Fate's cheek was still being prodded by his dick, and she seemed to be pondering about it.
"If I comfort you, you will forgive me?"
"Of course, I'm a man of my word," Robert said.
Hearing that, the Goddess of Fate bit her lip and sighed.
"Very well…"
She then leaned forward, her silver hair shimmering as it cascaded around her, framing Robert's engorged shaft. Her golden eyes, which had once commanded the very fabric of existence, now fixated on the throbbing head of his cock. A faint blush deepened on her ethereal cheeks, a stark contrast to her otherwise serene composure. She hesitated for a moment, her slender fingers trembling slightly as she reached out, not to touch him, but to steady herself on his thigh.
"Are you quite sure this is… customary?" she whispered, her voice a mere breath, a far cry from the commanding chime it had been.
Robert merely chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of pure male satisfaction. "Customary for *my* world, Goddess. And you're paying for your mistake, remember? Now, less talk, more… action."
With a resigned sigh that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand star systems, the Goddess of Fate lowered her head. Her lips, usually reserved for weaving destinies, parted slightly. A soft, wet *schlorp* sound echoed in the vast white void as her mouth enveloped the head of his shaft. Robert let out a low groan, his hips instinctively thrusting forward a fraction.
Her initial movements were hesitant, almost clinical, as if she were examining a curious, foreign object rather than performing an act of intimacy. Her tongue, however, was surprisingly skilled, tracing the sensitive ridge, eliciting a series of soft gasps from Robert.
"Mmm, that's it, Goddess. Deeper," he urged, his voice thick with pleasure. "Show me what a divine mouth can really do."
She obliged, her throat working slowly, taking more of him in with each determined push. Her eyes, still wide with a mix of surprise and a strange, dawning curiosity, occasionally flickered up to meet his. Robert watched her, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.
A small, involuntary *gurgle* escaped her as she took him deeper still, her cheeks puffing out slightly. Robert's fingers tangled in her silver hair, gently guiding her rhythm.
"Oh, Goddess," he moaned, his head tilting back. "You're a natural. Who knew the architect of fate had such… hidden talents?"
Her lips worked him with a surprising fervor, and Robert's moans grew louder, echoing in the infinite space.
*Sliiiick, schlorp, thwup*. Were the only sounds being created right now.
"Oh, *fuck*," he gasped, his body tensing. "I'm… I'm close, Goddess!"
She looked up one last time, a bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple, a hint of a challenge in her gaze. Then, with a final, deep swallow, she took him fully, her eyes closing as Robert let out a guttural roar, his hips bucking.
"Aaaah, yes!" he cried, his seed pumping into her divine mouth.
She held him there for a moment, her cheeks still puffed, before slowly releasing him. She wiped her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, her silver hair slightly dishevelled.
Robert, still trembling, zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now that's what I call compensation. Fuck…being sucked by a Goddess is truly a wonderful experience."
"Are we done now?" The Goddess of Fate asked, licking the semen that had spilled from her mouth in her lips.
"Hmm, how about we take it to another level? I want my cock inside you."
"That's not part of the deal!" the Goddess of Fate protested.
"Ah, but Goddess, deals can be renegotiated, can't they?" Robert's eyes, alight with mischievous triumph, met hers. He chuckled, a low, confident sound. "Besides, you said 'very well' to the first part, didn't you? And you did such a magnificent job. I'd be remiss not to offer you a chance at extra credit." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And let's be honest, that little lick of your lips just now? Don't tell me you weren't curious."
Her golden eyes widened, a faint flush spreading across her cheeks once more. She *had* licked her lips, a purely instinctual action to clear the lingering taste, but Robert had twisted it into an admission. He was insufferable, yet… there was a strange, undeniable pull. His gaze was intense, unwavering, and for the first time in millennia, the Goddess of Fate felt something akin to… anticipation.
Robert kneeled down and lifted up her dress, showing the smooth, silky, and in the middle was a hairless mound between her legs. It was perfectly formed, and wet.
He reached out, his finger tracing the delicate outline of her femininity. "Soft. So incredibly soft."
"Ugh…"
A shiver, entirely involuntary, ran through her.
With a swift, practiced movement, he parted her labia, revealing the glistening, pink folds within. Her scent, a mix of ozone and something subtly sweet, filled his senses. He leaned down, his tongue darting out.
Schlurp.
The Goddess let out a sharp, surprised gasp, her back arching slightly. "Eep!" Her fingers clenched, not against him, but against the ethereal fabric of her own gown. The sensation was utterly alien, yet undeniably potent. A strange warmth bloomed deep within her, spreading rapidly.
Robert hummed, a low, satisfied sound, as his tongue worked its magic. "Mmm, ambrosia. Better than any nectar I've ever tasted. You truly are a woman of many delights, Goddess." His mouth enveloped her clitoris, sucking gently, then teasing it with the tip of his tongue. *Lick, lick, slurp*.
"Oh… oh, my…" she moaned, the irony of her own title lost in the rising tide of pleasure. Her hips began to move involuntarily, pressing into his face.
He intensified his ministrations, his fingers finding her inner lips, gently spreading them wider as his tongue delved deeper. *Thwup, thwup, slurp*. A low, guttural growl rumbled in Robert's throat as he tasted more of her.
"Yes, just like that," she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with a raw, primal need that surprised even herself. "More… *ahhh*!"
Her legs parted further, inviting him deeper.
"You like that, don't you, Goddess?" he murmured against her, his voice muffled by her wetness. "You like being worshipped."
"Ahhh!" she cried out, a high, pure sound of release that echoed like a celestial bell. Her body tensed, then convulsed, a wave of profound pleasure washing over her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, even as her hips bucked against his face.
Robert continued to feast for a few more moments, ensuring her aftershocks subsided, before slowly pulling away, his face slick and flushed. He looked up at her, a triumphant, almost reverent look in his eyes.
"Now, I want to fuck you."