Soul God Dominates the Mortal World-Chapter 35: Massage And Blowjob From A Goddess! [R-18]

"Go Ahead..."Getting the reply she wanted, Mira’s heart thumped with excitement, she waved her hands with a languid, teasing flourish, and a wooden house sprouted from the ground in an instant, its timbers pulsing with raw, primal energy...

She walked inside with a slow, sultry stride, her hips swaying gently, her blouse clinging to her curves as she looked at Deus invitingly, and said, "Don’t recall your beast souls yet, I’m sure they’ll be glad to pleasure you as well."

Deus wasn’t dumb, he knew what was about to happen, after all, he’ve seen Mortals having sex millions of times. But that did nothing but increase his curiosity about how good sex must be...

Looking at the blushing Seraphina and Nyx, he sighed. "I guess you’re right. They’re my beast souls the entire purpose of their existence is to serve me."

At that moment, Deus and the two milfs done in battle amour walked into the house...

Mira made the wooden door of the house close with a subtle flick of her wrist. Without her willing it, it can’t be open from the outside...

The last thing that they want is some dumb mortal that ventured this deep into the outlands to interrupt something important...

Mira dropped two king-sized beds on the floor with a gentle wave, her movements fluid and deliberate.

Deus thought it was weird for her to have such thing in her void ring but he didn’t mind...

She smiled as she walked to Deus, her heart thumping wildly, each step a pulse of heat through her veins... She still found it hard to believe this was actually happening...

Reaching him where he stood beside, she slowly undressed him of his robe, her fingers trembling with desire as they grazed the shimmering fabric, lingering on its ethereal warmth...

The robe itself was a beast soul that Deus summoned on him before flying out of the cauldron.

Deus seeing that she was struggling with his robe, instantly summoned it back to his soul subspace, gracing her with his divinely sculpted body, his divine physique... free𝑤ebnovel.com

His dick was already extremely hard that it was throbbing.

Suddenly, Mira, with a blush on her face, suckled on his neck, her lips soft and warm, pressing against his skin with a hungry, lingering kiss, her tongue flicking out to taste the divine heat of him, sending a shiver through her own body...

Deus felt a weird pleasurable sensation course through him...

’Is this how mortals feel when they do it?’ he thought...

His expectations was high but this was lower than what he expected, but mortals usually don’t moan and have weird expressions on their face when they aren’t deep into it yet, so he reasoned that he’s yet to see the main part yet...

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"Go Ahead..."

Mira’s lips lingered on Deus’s neck a moment longer, her breath hot against his skin, before she pulled back, her eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and raw desire.

She took his hand, her fingers soft but firm, guiding him with a gentle tug toward one of the king-sized beds.

Her touch was electric, a silent promise as she urged him to lie down.

"Relax," she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur that seemed to curl around him like smoke.

With a delicate push, she helped Deus settle onto the silken sheets, his divine body sinking into the plush surface, muscles gleaming under the dim light filtering through the wooden house.

Mira stepped back, her heart still hammering, and reached for a small vial of oil that shimmered like liquid gold, conjured with a flick of her wrist. She poured a slow, deliberate stream into her palms, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood filling the air, heavy and intoxicating.

Her hands glistened as she rubbed them together, warming the oil, her movements languid, almost ritualistic.

She knelt beside him, her robes slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her shoulder, and began the massage.

Her fingers glided over his chest, tracing the hard lines of his divine physique, each stroke firm yet tender, coaxing his muscles to yield under her touch. She moved in slow, circular motions, her hands sliding over his broad shoulders, down the sculpted planes of his arms, her breath catching as she felt the warmth of his skin beneath the slick oil.

Her hands wandered lower, skimming over his abdomen, where the oil left a glossy sheen that caught the light. Every touch was slow and sensual, her fingers dancing along the edges of his divine form, teasing the tension from his body while stoking a different kind of heat.

"Hmmm..." Deus felt a wave of pleasure course through him, he couldn’t deny he felt good through this massage, but his dick was throbbing and demanded attention... If she makes him wait to long then he’ll be forced to order her to go straight to the point. But while he was trying to deny it, the wait was exciting as well.

Mira’s cheeks flushed deeper, her pulse racing as she shifted her position, her knees brushing against his thigh.

She poured more oil into her palms, letting a few drops fall onto his skin, glistening like dew on his chiseled frame.

Her hands moved downward, slow and purposeful, until they reached his throbbing dick, extremely hard and pointing to the ceiling, pulsing with a primal energy that made her breath hitch.

Mira’s fingers curled around him, slick with oil, and she began stroking, her touch light at first, almost teasing, as she glided along his length.

The oil made every movement smooth, her hands sliding with a rhythmic, sensual grace, each stroke coaxing a subtle twitch from his divine form.

She watched his face, her eyes half-lidded, drinking in his reactions as her grip tightened just enough, her fingers working with a steady, deliberate pace.

The air grew thicker, charged with the heat of their closeness, the scent of oil mingling with their shared anticipation.

Then, with a slow, deliberate lean, Mira lowered herself, her lips brushing against the tip of his dick, soft and warm.