Intense pain consumed everything, just like the fire and smoke.
The aggressive black dragon's breath coiled over me, like a flame that was alive, a wall of fire that undressed flesh from bone in heartbeats.
My skin became blistered and blackened, my simple farmer's tunic vanishing in an instant. I screamed—or maybe I tried to—but the heat stole the air from my lungs.
But the pain couldn't stop curiosity; I wanted to observe, for the last time, what was ending me. The fiend loomed above, twenty feet of glistening scales and red-hot eyes, its wings marking out the sky.
I had only been tending my small field on the village outskirts when it descended. Without any warning or reason in particular. Just to allocate death equally for us weaklings.
In those final moments, as my world turned to ash around me, only regret flooded in. I had lived a quiet life, and I was very contented.
My crops fed me well enough to feed others too, and in secret I scribbled stories that luckily found their way to the kingdom's courts.
I never harmed anyone, and the things I desired were only little. Yet when the dragons and demons came, when my neighboring farmers screamed and burned, I could do nothing.
Weak. Always weak. If only I had possessed the strength to stand against such monsters, like the holy knights. If only… if only…
Soon, darkness covered my vision.
However, light suddenly returned; a soft and golden light embracing me like the finest silk.
I blinked, confused, and found myself naked upon a vast bed of… clouds that felt impossibly solid beneath me.
The space sparkled with warmth and authority. And before I could gather my thoughts, a weight settled across my hips. A woman straddled me. A woman far beyond any mortal beauty I had seen.
Her golden hair spilled down her back like fluid sunlight, her eyes glowing white, framed by eyelashes of the same rich hue.
This woman's skin was flawless, and her body was lush and curved in ways that made my breath catch. Her full breasts were before my visage, her narrow waist, her wide hips… one could only think she radiated true divinity.
Smiling down at me, slow and knowing, she crooned, "Welcome, little farmer. I am the goddess of your world."
I opened my mouth to speak, but she silenced me by reaching between us, suddenly wrapping her slender fingers around my shaft below—which was already hardening under her mere presence—and then guiding it to her entrance.
She was already soaked herself, impossibly hot and glossy. So with one smooth motion she sank down, receiving me to the hilt. A low moan escaped her as her inner walls clenched around me, clinging like velvet steel.
I gasped, my manners holding even in the face of such overwhelming sensation. "G-Goddess… it is an honour beyond words to lay with you, I am undeserving."
She laughed softly, the sound like chiming bells, and began to move.
Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles at first, breasts swaying enticingly.
"Your life was interesting… Nick. A quiet farmer by day, a secret storyteller by dark. It's truly tragic how it ended with you burned so thoroughly," She continued moving, "I felt a pang of sympathy. So before I send your soul onward to reincarnation, I deemed it appropriate to gift you true pleasure—one you have never had before, and one tasting of divine happiness."
She leaned forward, capturing my lips in a deep, desirous kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, tasting sugary and electric.
I returned the kiss as best I could, my hands rising to clasp her heavy breasts, my thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples.
She moaned into me, her hips grinding harder now, and her wetness coating my shaft and dripping down my balls.
Without breaking the kiss, she shifted, pushing me onto my back fully and rising to ride me appropriately. Each bounce sent her breasts jiggling, her golden hair swinging wildly.
I decided to thrust up meeting her, feeling her divine interior tremble and squeeze.
She orgasmed quickly the first time, back arching, a sharp cry echoing through the space as her inside walls vibrated around me, warm fluids squirting lightly onto my stomach.
We changed positions seamlessly, as though she willed it.
She pushed me up and turned, presenting her divine bottom, before sinking back down in reverse.
I watched my cock disappear into her again and again, her perfect round cheeks rippling with each impact.
My hands gripped her hips, pulling her down harder. She reached back with her hands, spreading herself wider, letting me see every single detail of our joining.
Another orgasm rocked her, stronger this time that her whole body trembled, the inner muscles sucking me desperately.
Still I held on, pleasure slowly building but never releasing.
She flipped again, pulling me on top in missionary, her legs wrapping around my waist to lock me deep.
I pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the cosmos. She scraped at my back, her heels digging into me, urging me faster.
We rolled through positions like lovers long familiar: techniques with her on all fours, me slamming into her from behind while she pushed back greedily; sideways with one of her legs hooked over my shoulder, allowing impossibly deep strokes; her sitting in my lap facing me, arms around my neck as we rocked together, kissing messily.
She orgasmed again and again; dozens of times, each climax more intense than the last. Her lower mouth squirted repeatedly, soaking us both, her cries growing hoarse.
Yet I remained hard inside her, still thrusting steadily, release hovering just out of reach.
Eventually she slowed, her chest heaving, her white eyes narrowing as she looked down at where we remained joined.
"Why have you not cum, mortal?"
I bowed my head as much as our position allowed, my voice steady despite the ache in my balls.
"Forgive my effrontery, goddess. I am but a feeble human, weak and unworthy. How could I permit myself release when my purpose is to solely serve and pleasure you? Your own satisfaction is my honour."
Her expression darkened instantly, her cheeks flushing with sudden offense.
Without a word she flipped me onto my back again and began riding with renewed fury. Her hips slammed down more brutally, taking me to the root each time.
Then something changed inside her; her inner walls rippled unnaturally, as though dozens of invisible hands massaged my cock from every angle, stroking, squeezing, teasing the sensitive tip.
The sensation was so overwhelming that pleasure began bordering on pain.
From the movement, she came harder than ever, body convulsing, nails raking lines down my chest. Her juices flooded out around my shaft. Again and again she climaxed, using that divine trick to push herself over the edge repeatedly.
Yet still I held back, focusing only on her pleasure instead, murmuring gratitude between some thrust.
"Thank you, Goddess… this honour is more than I deserve… I can be reborn with peace of mind now, greatly rewarded."
But a vein pulsed at her temple.
Gracious me, was she perhaps furious about something?