"Anyway," Ryan said. "While I don't know what time it is, it was rather late where I'm from, so I'm pretty tired, especially after the accidental mishap. The spell I was intending to use doesn't leave me exhausted at all."

Just in a lot of pain, if it had been too long since the previous use, due to his physical adjustment of magical ability taking effect so that he could utilize his magical senses properly at the point which they had developed to.

"Oh," Kyra responded. "That makes sense. It's late here, too, I was just staying up having some ice cream and watching a movie. Being a stereotypical girl who just broke up with her boyfriend."

"I have no idea what that means," Ryan said. "But I'm taking it the ice cream you're referring to is the one on the table over there?"

He indicated the coffee table of the living room, on which was a bowl with a substance he knew to be ice cream, along with some other things in it, including a thicker liquid and small, hard things sprinkled all over it.

"Yes," she answered. "You don't know ice cream?"

"I do," Ryan told her. "I just don't know the other stuff on it."

"Chocolate syrup and some sprinkles," she told him.

"Okay," he said. "What do you mean by 'stereotypical girl who just broke up with her boyfriend'?"

"Um," he felt slight embarrassment in her mind at his question. "It's a stereotype among my culture that girls who break up with their boyfriend or get dumped eat ice cream and chocolate while watching romance movies and crying their hearts out. I'm not to the crying point, but I was eating chocolate ice cream while watching a romance movie."

"Ah," he said. "There may be such a culture where I'm from, but if so, I'm unaware of it."

"You're a godking who rules a world, but don't know such a thing?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yes?" Ryan answered uncertainly. "If you were a god who ruled over an entire world, would you really pay attention to mortal customs which don't actually affect you?"

The actual truth was that Ryan never had to deal with such things, and he never did learn much of the culture around his people on the finer points. What people did after a breakup never mattered to him, and with only Tyler as a friend, he never did learn many of the social points others would have. Since he was portraying himself as the god he really was, however, he wasn't going to admit that to her.

He was, however, curious about the movie. He'd listened to some before, and had registered with his senses what their storage devices looked like. Even before then, he had known and felt them, aware that they were orbs only slightly larger than a marble.

Yet he could not sense them in any way. When he turned on his sense of light, he found her television was a rectangular object only an inch thick and mounted on a stand full of strange, flat items shaped like circles stored inside rectangular storage cases. Nothing that would hint at a video storage orb, or recosphere.

"Where are your movies?" He looked around with his eyes as he observed with his sense of light that the movie she was watching was paused on a scene of a man holding a guitar in front of himself to hide his genitals, as if naked. "I don't see them anywhere."

"Do you have movies where you're from?" She asked as she walked over to the storage cabinet the television stood on.

"We do," Ryan answered, fixing his physical gaze on her as best he could. "I don't understand how yours is playing."

She pulled out one of the cases and opened it, holding up one of the circular items within it.

"This is a DVD," she told him. "It's how we play our movies. You use something different?"

Now that Ryan was aware of that, he realized that the device beneath the television, which held one of the DVDs in it, was likely how the movie was playing.

"Yes," he answered. "We use a different type of storage device, with a different setup to play the recording."

Ryan shut off his sense of fire temporarily to access his sense of lightning without blacking out, then read the signatures of the television and DVD player, noting how it varied from a recosphere's setup. Looking at one of those was one of the first things he did after fine-tuning his elemental sense over the past few weeks, out of simple curiosity of how their electricity changed while they were in use.

"What kind of movies do you watch?" She asked as he finished observing and switched his senses back.

"I don't," he answered. "Though my servant is a fan of comedies."

"Your servant?" She asked.

"A mortal," he answered. "Who has sworn his life to me. I trust him more than any other. So you are acting a stereotype? Is that your preference, or are you doing it for some sort of amusement?"

"Coincidence," she answered. "We had ice cream, and I was craving it. As for the movie, I picked one at random, this one just happened to be the one that my finger landed on."

"Okay," he said. "While I might be tired, watching the movie with you can help me see what passes for a romance movie among your people. That may be useful."

He could sense the confusion filling her mind, and smiled a little at the bewildered expression on her face.

"Only teasing," he told her. "Though I am curious about the movie. If you do not mind, I will watch it with you."

"Do you… want me to restart it?" She asked, and he could sense her uncertainty and fear.

"No," he answered. "I am sure I can glean enough just from where it is at the moment. And there is no reason to be afraid, Kyra, I am just curious about this. Remember what I said: just because I am a god, that does not mean I am like the gods of your myths. My wrath is something to fear, but you don't need to tread quite carefully over your words to avoid offending me. I will know if it's intentional or not."

"R-right," she said.

"Let's watch the movie."

Ryan sat on the middle of the couch, and noted that when Kyra sat, she sat as close to the arm of the couch as she could while doing her best to avoid appearing like she did. Nervousness radiated off of her, which bothered Ryan some. It wasn't something he blamed her for, though.

A strange, naked man appeared in her front yard in the middle of the night, then claimed to be a god while displaying magic – something that didn't exist there. It would be natural for a normal person to fear him in that case, even if he showed himself to be quite calm and friendly.

Stolen novel; please report.

So he pretended to not notice her actions as he watched the movie, using his sense of light to allow him to view it. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on in it, but guessed that missing the start of it would have explained some of it.

While watching the movie, he also observed everything else around him. Kyra beside him ate her ice cream while thinking about the supposed god beside her, her neighbors slept peacefully, though the teen son of the one to the right of her house when facing it from the street was awake and on the computer, watching something that Ryan wasn't too sure about it. Their dog was outside, peeing on the flowers growing out of the lawn, while the cat of the neighbors across the street from Kyra was pooping in a shoe.

"I don't understand the ending," Ryan told Kyra once the movie finished, though he was also watching an owl trying to decide on if it would go after the fish in a pond in the back yard of the house two doors down. "So after their party, they started dancing with people who were there for a wedding?"

"Yes," Kyra told him.

"But they were there because of hating love?"

"That's… sort of what happened?" She responded uncertainly, and he knew he was missing something important with the ending. "Don't think too hard on it, Ryan, it's just the way movies are, and there was a lot that happened before you arrived."

"Right," he said. "Thank you for enlightening me on this, though. Watching things was a bit interesting."

"Watching things?" She asked. "We only watched the one thing."

"Hm?" He asked. "Oh, I'm watching other things as well. It decided to."

"It decided to?" She asked.

"Yes," he responded. "I was watching a hungry owl."

"A hungry-" she started to question, then sighed. "The Johnsons' fish. An owl just ate one."

"Yep!"

"You can see that from here?"

"I can."

"But-how?" She asked, confusion in her mind and eyebrows furrowed as a light frown touched her lips.

"Who needs eyes to see?" He asked with a smile. "I am a god, Kyra. Do not think of my vision as limited by what yours is."

"Are you omniscient?" She asked.

It took Ryan to pull up the knowledge of the word from what he had gleaned from her, and when he did, he snorted. While it did fit him in one way, it still wasn't truly accurate.

"No," he answered. "I don't know everything. I see much more than a human would, though, unrestricted by physical obstacles."

She thought for a moment, and he knew she had a question she wanted to ask him, likely as a result of his statement.

"Do you know if my neighbor's son is awake?" She asked. "They're confident he's sneaking onto the computer at night, but can't find anything in his history, and he's managed to get around their locks and trackers."

"That would be," he said. "The teen who is currently watching a video of stuff being destroyed?"

"Of what?" She asked.

"Stuff being destroyed," he answered. "Explosions, mostly. Buildings being collapsed, walls being demolished, stuff like that. At the moment, he's watching a bridge being destroyed."

"That's… not what they were thinking," she said. "But I suppose that's him. You can see that from here?"

"I saw an owl steal a fish from two houses away," he said. "He's on the close side of the house next to us. Yes, I can see him."

"Your tone alone reminded me that was a stupid question," she said.

"Not really," he responded. "You have only just met a god who sees much more than you, unhindered by physical things. It may take time for you to adjust."

Involuntarily, Ryan let out a yawn, startling himself. Yawning wasn't something he generally did in his eighteen years of life, plus however many times he had reset. As he recovered from his shock that he had grown tired enough to yawn, he noticed that Kyra was doing her best not to laugh. It didn't take much for him to know that she was amused by his startled reaction to the yawn.

"I guess I'm a lot more tired than I expected," he told her. "I'm amazed I didn't pass out during the movie, actually. Your couch was quite comfortable."

"Not to sleep on," she told him, and he sensed her nervousness again. "You can borrow my brother's bed, if you'd like something more comfortable to sleep on."

"Aw," he mock-pouted. "And here I was, hoping the beautiful lady would let me share her bed tonight. Well, since that's not happening, do you mind if I take a shower before I crash? It'll be easier to clean up the mess."

"The mess?" She asked, then he sensed her slight embarrassment as her face heated up, blood rushing to her cheeks as she realized what he was saying. "No, you can take a shower. Before you go, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," he answered. "You've asked plenty of them already."

He felt her embarrassment grow as she realized that she had asked a lot of questions, then asked if she could ask one.

"In our myths," she said. "The gods had a hard time keeping it in their pants, and your comment just suggested you-well-"

"Have a hard time keeping it in my pants?" He asked, then laughed. "Nah, I can hold it. I've slept with exactly three women, and I've met plenty more than that. First was Kayla, then Bethany, then Amy. It's been a few weeks since my last time, and I really could have taken advantage of two different women during that time to fulfill my needs. I didn't like either of them, though, so I declined."

He realized as he spoke the reason for Kyra's inquiry after his comment. When he first arrived, she liked what she saw, and after watching him as they watched the movie, she did think he was attractive. Without Tyler there to detract from his own looks, her attention and attraction had gone to him.

"Didn't you just break up with your boyfriend?" He asked. "I mean, I wouldn't have an issue with what you're thinking, Kyra, but might it be too soon?"

"What?" Her face flushed again as she realized her intentions had been clear to the young god. "I didn't mean to suggest, I mean-"

"It's okay," he held up a hand, cutting her off. "It's perfectly natural to be attracted to me. I am a god, after all. It comes with the territory."

A complete lie, based on his experiences, but he wasn't going to admit that to her.

"As I said," Ryan continued. "It's not something I'd have an issue with. In fact, I'd be more than willing to do it with you right now if you wanted, as long as you know and accept that if we continued past tonight, it would be a temporary arrangement. I'm well-aware you're thinking of getting fucked by someone as a way to 'relieve' your own desires and deal with your breakup."

There were other things there as well, though Ryan had a hard time sorting them out. Her emotional state was too complicated for him to want to bother dealing with. All he knew was that she was lonely, she wanted sex, and he was available, even if he might have come across as being a bit beyond her station.

"I can tell you're hesitant," he told her. "So let's make a deal. You agree to what I said, then take me to your room. Decide against it, and show me your brother's and the bathroom. This way, you don't need to think too hard and speak too much. Just lead me to what you want."

Kyra gave it a few moments of thought, then led Ryan upstairs. She led him straight into a bedroom and closed the door, though he could feel her nerves increasing. While she wanted to do it, she was starting to have second thoughts.

After a few more moments of her thinking, Kyra reached for Ryan's shirt and helped him out of it. He grinned, then helped her undress. She was wearing just a shirt, shorts, and panties, and all of that was on the floor in seconds, Ryan himself naked as well, observing her with all five active elemental senses as he carried her to the bed.

The young god pressed his lips against hers, wasting no time in spearing himself into her as his lust began to take him over. He used some manipulation of her blood and temperature to increase the pleasure she felt as he thrust himself back and forth inside of her, savoring the tightness of the young woman beneath him.

Ryan took pleasure in how quiet she was, even if her hands moving across him and her mouth and lips against his told him how much she was enjoying it, even before he felt her emotions. He made sure to use his hands against her as well, rubbing her soft skin all over, fondling her breasts and gently squeezing her nipples, the latter eliciting soft moans from the mortal.

Due to the buildup of the last several weeks of using only his hand, Ryan reached his climax quickly. When he did, he thrust as far into her as he could, releasing his load inside. Upon finishing, he pulled out of Kyra and had her change positions so that she was on all-fours, then he thrust back inside her, rubbing her back and breasts with his hands as he began to pleasure her once more.

After several minutes of just the sounds of their breathing and flesh slapping flesh, Ryan felt her clenching against him as she climaxed, her breathing turning into soft moans. As soon as she finished, Ryan continued until he reached his second orgasm, then pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.

He wanted more, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower not to continue. With his empathy, he could sense that Kyra wanted more, too, but he wasn't going to just keep going. If she wanted more, he wanted her to start the next round. Otherwise, he would feel as if he were taking advantage of her.