"Hiii!!"
"What?!... I barely touched you," I chuckled, seeing Lora's cute reaction. The tip of my cock, just kissing her wet entrance, was enough to make her whole body tremble like a leaf in a storm.
"Oops~... sorry... It's just... new..." she stammered, her face flushed a deep crimson.
"I know," I murmured, my hands gently stroking her sides, trying to soothe her. "Just relax. Let me in. I promise I'll make you feel good."
Her eyes darted down between us, then back up to mine, wide and uncertain but brimming with that newfound fire. She gave a tiny nod, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to send a thrill down my spine.
"Okay... I-I'm ready," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the trust in her tone hit me harder than any scream.
I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as I eased forward, the head of my cock pushing against her tight entrance. She tensed immediately, a sharp gasp escaping her, and I froze, giving her a moment to adjust.
"Breathe, Lora," I said, my voice low, steady. "You're doing great. Just focus on me."
"M-Morgana..." Her breath hitched, her legs quivering around my waist. "It's... it's so much already..."
"..."
Seriously?!! I was only halfway in the 'head' phase, with just a six-inch cock, and she was already looking like I was trying to fit a melon into a grape.
'Guh! My heart! Look at those watery eyes! She looks like a shivering bunny! Morgana, stay strong! If you back out now, you're failing her as a partner, but if you go too fast, you're a monster!'
I groaned softly, nuzzling her neck, my hands stroking her trembling thighs.
"You're doing so well, Lora," I praised, my fingers tracing circles on her skin. "You're taking it like a goddess. My loli goddess."
The praise seemed to work. She looked up, her emerald eyes shimmering with unshed tears and raw trust. I leaned down and captured her lips in a slow, grounding kiss, and as she distracted herself with the taste of me, I pushed forward.
"Nnggh—! M-Morgana!"
She gasped into my mouth, her fingers digging into my biceps. I stopped immediately, buried only about two inches deep. The sensation was... indescribable. She was so incredibly hot and tight, it felt like her body was trying to weld itself to mine.
"N-no... don't stop. It's just... it feels so... full. Like I'm stretching..." She let out a long, shaky exhale, her hips giving a tiny, tentative tilt upward. "More. I want... to feel all of you."
'Oh, that's it. Goodbye, self-control. It was nice knowing you.'
"You asked for it, my little goddess," I growled, my voice dropping to a husky purr.
I began to move, pushing in and pulling back in agonizingly slow increments. Each slide forward gained me another inch, until I reached her barrier, the final gate to her innocence. Her body trembled, her breath coming in short pants.
"Last chance to back out, Lora," I warned, my forehead pressed against hers, my own body screaming at me to just take her already.
"NO!" she cried out, her legs tightening around my waist, pulling me closer. "Don't you dare stop. Take me, Morgana. Make me yours."
That was all the invitation I needed.
With a swift, decisive thrust, I broke through, claiming her virginity. My first divine virginity.
"Kyaaaaa!"
The sound of her cry echoed through the newly bloomed temple, vibrating against the fresh Heartwood vines. It was a sound of pain and pleasure, of grief shattering and life being born. It was a song of rebirth.
'Holy mother of all that is lewd… I've done it. I actually broke through. RIP Lora's virginity, you were a noble sacrifice to the goddess of hentai!'
I felt a pure wave of divine energy burst into all four directions, cleansing more and more of the rot. Her temple was literally being reborn with each thrust.
"Fuck, Lora," I grunted, holding still for a moment, letting her adjust to the sudden fullness. She was so tight, her walls gripping me like they never wanted to let go, and I could feel the faint tremor of her body as she processed the pain and the pleasure. "You okay? Talk to me."
"It… it hurts… but it's… hot…" she choked out, her fingers twitching against my shoulders. "Morgana… don't move… just… give me a second."
"Take your time, baby," I murmured, brushing a strand of her fiery hair from her face, kissing her cheeks, her jaw, anywhere to distract her from the sting. "We've got all the time in the world. Oh, and congratulations on losing your V card to the best hentai out there."
A faint, watery chuckle escaped her lips, the sound so beautiful it made my chest ache.
"Only you would say that right now," she whispered, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Only you would find it amusing," I shot back with a smirk.
I leaned down, peppered her face with tiny, butterfly kisses, sucking away the tears before they could even fall. I kept my hands on her hips, anchoring her, letting her get used to the feeling of being filled by me.
Slowly, the tension in her thighs began to melt. Her breathing evened out, and the pained pinch in her brow smoothed over into something more… predatory. A low hum started in her throat, a sound that definitely didn't belong to a shy kitten.
"Okay," she whispered, her eyes snapping open. The emerald green was now swirling with flecks of gold. "Okay. Move. I want… I want to feel why you're so obsessed with this."
"Let's hope you won't take my place as the goddess of hentai," I teased, pulling back slowly, almost to the tip, and then slid back in with a soft squelch.
"H-haah! Ah!"
Her hips gave a sudden, sharp jerk upward, meeting my thrust. The reaction was so pure, so honest, that it sent a bolt of lightning straight to my brain. I started a rhythm, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the way her tight walls clung to me like they never wanted to let go.
'Cuteness level is holding steady, but the "lewdness" meter just broke the scale! Look at her! She's taking every inch like it's the most precious thing in the world!'
With every thrust, the temple responded. The white lilies turned a deep, passionate red. The vines on the ceiling began to writhe, mimicking our movements. A sweet, heavy nectar began to drip from the flowers, filling the air with a scent so intoxicating it made my head spin.
Oh, and let's not forget the most important thing.
Divinity.
With each thrust, Lora's divine energy was being released from her body in waves, raw and untamed, and it was mixing with my own, creating a feedback loop that was amplifying both our pleasure and power.
The world outside wasn't just healing anymore. It was being remade.
"That's it, Lora… just like that," I growled, picking up the pace. I stopped being the 'gentle' partner and started being the Morgana she knew—the one who took what she wanted. "Show me that divine energy. Let it all out!"
"Morgana! Faster! It's… I feel… everything!"
She was no longer just a vessel; she was an explosion of life. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my hair, pulling me down for a messy, desperate kiss. Our tongues tangled as our lower halves crashed together, the sound of our joining becoming a rhythmic percussion in the silent forest.
I felt her inner muscles start to twitch and spasm—the first signs of the coming storm.
"I'm—I'm gonna… Morgana, something is happening!" she cried out, her voice rising in pitch, her toes curling.
"Don't fight it, Lora! Let it bloom!"
I gave one final, powerful thrust, burying myself as deep as humanly—or divinely—possible.
Lora's eyes went wide, glowing like twin stars. A literal shockwave of emerald light erupted from her pussy, a pulse of pure life-force that turned the entire temple into a blinding sun.
"KYAAAAAAHHH!"
She peaked, her body arching so high that only her heels and head touched the ground. The sheer intensity of her orgasm sent her into a state of divine bliss, her internal walls clamping down on my dick in a rhythmic, crushing frenzy.
I couldn't hold back anymore. The combination of her tight entrance, the divine feedback, and her adorable, broken screams was too much. And for some reason, these few minutes of sex were more intense than my all-out crazy bull fuck with that minotaur god.
"Fuck! Lora—!"
I let out a roar, my own climax hitting me like a freight train. I poured myself into her, hot and endless, marking her from the inside out. My divine energy, dark and red, slammed into hers, and for a moment, the two opposing forces merged into something new, something beautiful and terrifying all at once.
A crimson emerald flower bloomed right where we connected for a single second before turning into pure energy, which then shot outwards, shattering the last of the rot and decay. The entire temple—no, her entire world—was now washed in a new light—a mix of her life-giving green and my passionate red.
The world was alive again.
And I… I was spent.
'Mission accomplished. The Goddess is back, and I think I might have accidentally turned her into a fellow hentai.'
I pulled back slightly, looking down at her sweet, wrecked face.
"You okay, my little goddess?" I asked, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead.
She blinked slowly, her focus returning to me. A tiny, mischievous smirk crossed her lips—the kind of look that told me I was in big trouble.
"Morgana?" she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"You're right. You are a total hentai." She reached up, hooking her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a soft, lingering kiss. "...Can we go again?"
I felt my jaw drop.
'...Oh no. What have I created?!'