There was a surprised yelp very close to my ear. Then: “Oh, my God, you’re back!”

The stone table had been replaced by something soft and comfortable.

When I opened my eyes, the roof of the hut came into view.

I was in my bed. All the pain was gone, which was a blessed relief. Still naked, though. Shit, I hadn’t thought of that. All my gear … my leathers, my pack, my bow and weapons. Fuck.

Lira shifted next to me, and it was suddenly very obvious that she was naked, too. Her thigh rubbed against my hip, and her bare breasts pushed into my arm.

She’d clearly decided to go to bed. I had no idea what time it was, but night had fallen while I’d languished in my crate. Through the hut’s small window, the sky was black, stars twinkling.

I turned my head to see her, propped up on one elbow, gazing down and smiling. Damn, but I’d never get tired of seeing that smile.

“I thought I’d wake up on the stone table in the temple.”

“Oh … I blessed the bed, just in case. Did I do the right thing?”

“Do the right thing?” I echoed. “Lira, you’re a genius! You saved me from having to escape Drakos again, and avoided a week-long trek to get back to you! I could kiss you!”

“All right,” she said demurely, and leaned forward, catching me by surprise.

Her lips were as soft and as sweet as I’d imagined, and for a second I was stunned. Then I slipped my arms around her, pulling her to me. Fuck it, I said to myself. She was naked, I was naked, we were in bed, and she clearly wanted me. It was just a kiss.

And it was better than being stabbed by sadistic little goblin bastards.

I licked at her bottom lip, and she opened, her tongue finding mine. I pushed inside, tasting her, feeling her body pressed against the side of mine, one soft breast pushing into my chest. Lira moaned, her eyes closed as she kissed with enthusiasm, as though she needed this more than I did. I trailed my hand down her naked back until my fingers encountered the swell of her ass. She gave a soft little whimper in her throat, and her hips rocked against my thigh.

There was still something holding me back from going all the way with this beautiful woman. I’d established to my satisfaction that she was human enough to make her own choices, but I couldn’t shake the nagging voice at the back of my mind. I was her God. Our power dynamic was so ripe for abuse. Did she really want me, or did she just feel obliged? Did she even know what she wanted, or was she blinded by my supposed majesty and power?

That was a laugh. I was only level six. What God was out-powered by his own priestess?

Besides, I’d just said a kiss. We hadn’t discussed anything further.

I pulled back, and she took the hint, slipping to the side and again propping herself up with one arm. But her leg stayed draped over mine, and her lower body pushed against my hip.

That cute little crease was back between her eyebrows, just discernible in the glow from the hearth. The embers cast a soft, warm light around the room, flickering shadows over the wooden walls.

“Why did you stop? Did I not kiss you well?”

She’d always struck me as being confident and capable, taking everything in stride. She’d been the one to find a solution to fight Drakos, to find a God and summon me – even if it hadn’t yet panned out exactly as she’d wanted. She hadn’t hesitated in following me, alone, into the wilderness. And she met every setback with a smile.

But when it came to me, she was often unsure, like she didn’t think she was good enough.

How wrong she was.

“Lira, I don’t think you could do anything badly, even if you tried.” I lifted my hand and brushing a stray curl back from her cheek. My wrist was intact again, whole and well, and even though I knew it would be, it was a relief to see it. “You kissed me beautifully.”

She smiled down at me. “It’s such an honor to be able to share a bed with my God. How many High Priestesses can say that?”

But that was exactly the problem. She was a High Priestess. Married to her religion. Vows of chastity and celibacy. She was already far too willing to do whatever I asked of her; I couldn’t ask for this.

It would be taking advantage. It just wouldn’t be right.

She seemed to sense my discomfort.

“Is something wrong, Kaelan?”

“I was just thinking …”

“Yes?”

“I … I wouldn’t want to … impugn your honor, or anything.”

She smiled softly. “Oh, we’re very liberal in Valora. Anything goes if folk are willing.”

“But you’re a …” I swallowed.

“Yes?”

She wasn’t making this easy. It was like she didn’t understand.

“You’re a High Priestess,” I blurted out. “My High Priestess, no less.”

“Yes?” She waited expectantly.

“Doesn’t your religion prevent you from …” I gestured, encompassing both of us, the bed, our naked proximity.

“Oh. Oh!” Her eyes widened. “Were you thinking that I didn’t want you to kiss me?”

That was pretty blunt. Right on the money, as usual with Lira. “Well, I just … didn’t want to presume …” I was blathering like an idiot. I took a breath, forcing myself to slow down. “I wasn’t sure if your religion had rules about intimacy, or even if that’s what you wanted.” I met her gaze, this time making sure to enunciate clearly. “You have the choice, Lira. It’s your life, your body, your choice.”

She smiled again. “I understand.”

I needed to be certain. “What exactly do you understand?”

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“I understand that you want me to know the choice of intimacy is mine. You’re such a gracious God. So many just … take what they want.”

The thought had crossed my mind, more than once. But I clung to the shreds of my self-respect. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

There. I’d said it, as clearly as I could.

I waited for her to smile again, to pull away, gently disengaging so as to not cause offence.

She didn’t. Instead, her hips pressed subtly against my thigh. “Some religions practice celibacy,” she said softly. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen the appeal. Besides, I’m the High Priestess of this one.” Her smile turned playful, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it’s my religion. I get to make the rules.”

That was a good point. One I hadn’t considered.

Did that mean…?

“What …” My voice was husky. I cleared my throat and tried again. “What are the rules?”

“They’re simple,” she said, that playful smile still teasing corners of her lips. “To serve and please my God, in any way that he might desire.” Her hips rocked against me again, an invitation if ever there was one.

I stared up at her, letting it all sink in. She waited, her beautiful eyes reflecting the glow of the fire. “Are you sure? You’re not just saying this because I’m … well … you’re God?”

“You are my God, Kaelan, but does that mean I can’t desire you, as a woman? Tell me not to touch you, and of course I will obey.” She lowered her eyes, looking down at the bed between us. “But you said it’s my choice, and I choose you.” She chewed her bottom lip with small white teeth, then raised her gaze again. “Even if you weren’t my God, I’d choose you. You’re kind and gracious, and you give so freely of yourself. All I want to do is—”

I drew her down to me, covering her mouth with mine. She kissed me back hungrily, letting slip a small whimper, and she shifted her body until her breasts pressed into my chest, and her hips ground against my hardness.

She moaned as she felt it, her small hand slipping between us to close around me. “Please, may I touch you, my God?”

She already was, and it took everything I had not to buck my hips against her hand. “Yes,” I breathed. “Touch me in any way you wish.”

She smiled again, her eyes dancing with devilry. “Any way?”

My cock throbbed in her hand with the emphasis she gave the word. “Any way,” I confirmed. I’d let her do anything to me. I was completely at her mercy.

“Thank you, my God.” She bent to kiss my chest, her lips and tongue trailing along my skin. “You can touch me, too,” she murmured, then trailed her tongue down lower. “Any way you want.” She placed small kisses on my stomach, then licked on lower, her breasts rubbing against my thighs. “Anything you want.”

I pushed my head back into the bed, staring up at the roof of the hut, lost in the feel of her and the seduction of her words. “Any time you want.” Her voice was full of heat, and I couldn’t stop the involuntary buck of my hips. Her hand squeezed me. “I’m yours, my God.” Then the wet warmth of her mouth enveloped me.

Lira moaned softly as she tasted me, taking me deeper, her lips sealed around my length until I could feel the head of my cock press into her throat. I nearly lost it right there, gripping the sheets tightly to hold on to whatever control I had left.

Her mouth slid up slowly, sucking and licking, her tongue swirling around me, before she took me even deeper. My cock pressed into her throat, and it gripped me tightly.

Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long if she kept doing that. It had been ages since I’d been with anyone, and Lira was more than I’d ever hoped for. She was more beautiful than the girls of my fantasies, sexier than my wildest dreams. More eager than I had the right to experience, and I fucking loved it.

“Lira,” I gasped, shuddering beneath her mouth. It had only been a few seconds, and already my orgasm was approaching the point of no return. “I’m going to—”

If I’d thought she’d pull away, I had a lot to learn about my High Priestess. She gripped the base of my cock with her small hand, and pushed down again. My hips jerked involuntarily, but she rode my thrust, her tongue swirling over me. Then her other hand slipped between my legs and caressed my balls, and it was too much.

My hands fisted the sheets as I came hard, my back arching as I spurted into her mouth. Wave after wave of pent-up release. She took it all, her lips sealed around my shaft, and I felt her swallow even as I spurted again.

I slumped back into the mattress, spent but still hard. How could it not be with Lira?

You have gained a new skill: Sex (women). Sex (women) is now level 1.

There was a time and a place for those status messages, but now wasn’t it.

Lira let me slip from her mouth, licking softly. “Mmm,” she said. “Delicious.” She kissed my tip one last time before sliding up my body, resting her head on my shoulder. “Thank you, my God.”

Thank me? If I could’ve found the words, I’d have thanked her.

And I wasn’t done with her.

I rolled her onto her back, kissing her as her eyes widened in surprise. My cock pressed against her hip, still as hard as mahogany. She moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering as she reached for me.

I wanted to taste her, to do for her what she’d done for me, and eased down her body, pausing to lick and suck at one dusky pink nipple. She moaned, her body squirming beneath my mouth, and her hands slipped into my hair.

Placing a kiss on her pert breast, I pushed myself down off the foot of the bed, until I was kneeling on the floor before at its foot. Where I’d expected to see a thick thatch of natural hair, her beautiful vulva was topped with a neatly trimmed bush. A surprise in this medieval world, but a welcome one.

I slipped my hand beneath one thigh, and she lifted her leg in response, opening herself to me. She was so fucking beautiful, and already so wet. I kissed her thigh, trailing the tip of my tongue along her skin as I licked my way closer, and she moaned again. It was all the encouragement I needed.

She tasted fresh and just a little musky, and I love it. I pushed my tongue inside her, then trailed it over her clit as her fingers tightened in my hair. Her breathing grew short and rapid. But it wasn’t enough just to taste her, I wanted to make her come like I had, exploding over my tongue.

I slipped a finger within her, and she was so tight, so warm, and so wet. She gasped at the penetration, but her thighs spreading wider, drawing me in. I curled my finger, seeking that little slick, bumpy area just inside her pussy, and teased it as I licked and sucked at her clit.

Her moans grew higher, until she was making cute little gasping noises, her hips writhing beneath me. Then her fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair, and her thighs clamped around my head, wetness gushing over my finger and into my mouth. I licked her through it all, satisfied that I’d pleased my High Priestess.

But I still wasn’t done with her.

My cock was still hard. How could it not be, with her spread open before me like this? I’d come so fast when she’d used her mouth, and now it was a matter of pride. Rising over her, my knees pressed against the back of her thighs. The way she looked at me—wide-eyed, breathless—it was adorable.

“Oh, my God…” she murmured, and I felt no inclination to correct her.

I pushed inside her, and she welcomed me with a gasp, her knees pulling back, thighs parting wider. She was warm, slick, and tight. The effort not to thrust right away was real, but I wanted to her to adjust, to grow used to me. When she gave a small whimper and her hips rolled up to meet mine, I pressed deeper, shifting my weight onto my arms.

Her hands roamed over my chest, lingering on my shoulders, before sliding down to press against my pecs. Her gaze stayed locked on mine, adoration in her eyes that I wasn’t sure I deserved. But there would come a day when I did. I promised myself that.

We moved together in a rhythm, her hips rising to meet each slow, deliberate thrust. Her small, breathy cries grew sharper, and I felt her clench tighter around me. I was losing control, each thrust shorter, faster. She clutched at my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I lost myself in her completely. I came as she cried out, her head pressed back into the bed, her pussy clenching again, and then my arms gave way, and I collapsed over her.

She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close like she didn’t want to let go. The only sounds in the room were the crackle of the fire and our ragged breathing as we came down from the high together.

“You really are my God,” she whispered into the quiet.

Sex (women) has gained a rank. Sex (women) is now level 2.

Sex (women) has gained a rank. Sex (women) is now level 3.

Sex (women) has gained a rank. Sex (women) is now level 4.

Heh, that was better, but I wouldn’t be happy until it was well into the twenties. I wanted Lira as fulfilled as she could be. She deserved no less.

It was an effort to move off her, but she nestled into my arms, pressing herself close. In minutes, her breathing had deepened, and her eyes fluttered closed.

Watching her, I felt a shift, a question rising to the surface that I hadn’t allowed myself to entertain before. Did I still want to find a way home? What was stopping me from staying here forever?

I was a God, wasn’t I?

Surely I could do whatever I wanted.