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Re: Chasing Godhood (Blueslime)
For all her new powers, the proto-goddess acted in the ways that mortality had accustomed her to. Details like using her voice to speak, her hands to caress, and her fingers to arouse herself were now superfluous, but still to her mind essential. How horrid it would be, she thought, for her to neglect these aspects of mortal interaction? She resolved to never lose touch with these basic feelings and methods even as she explored the horizons of her daemonic ascension.
As he held her by the neck firmly but not violently only a mere few inches from his face, Nala took the opportunity to marvel at Matthias' human form. This was not the first time seeing him like this, but his masculine beauty still made her heart skip a beat, just as it had always done since they first met and made love. He appeared as a dark skinned human of ancient Anudorian blood, and she enjoyed the way it looked as well as felt when her purple flesh mashed and slid over his dark ebony body. His muscles were that of a god, as was every physical asset that he possessed. Now at least, she felt she had a more appropriate body to match and receive him - this thought alone provided a lewd giddiness that send tingles across her flesh and hardened her exposed, deep purple nipples. Then he roughly pulled her back into a kiss, and his other hand trailed down her spine to end with a sudden smack of her backside. She felt her flesh ripple and sting, only to be quickly and firmly soothed by his strong grip. She gasped, the rough handing of her flesh augmented by some sort of mystical manipulation that she perceived more clearly now than ever before. She moaned lewdly into his mouth, and more eagerly did she cry still when his other hand moved from her neck to her breast, to knead and thumb across soft orbs and work her into a damp, animalistic frenzy.
As her blood pumped faster so too did the pulse of magic in the air - the raw energy of her untamed spirit waiting to form the surroundings to her whim. She rested her head against his neck and purred as emerald energies swirled around her feet in a languid maelstrom of restless energy. From this pooling reserve, she brought up a pair of tendrils formed of spiritual quintessence. They wrapped around the massive erection Matthias was sporting and through this connection, Nala made an effort to pleasure Matthais' cock as her hand simultaneously slipped down to grasp him with her soft hands, jerking him off slowly at first, then building momentum.
He returned the favor, slipping two large digits between her thighs and working her body expertly, making her sigh and moan frequently, even as her hand kept working the greater daemon an her magic worked across the surface of his sensitive flesh, coursing along the shaft and stimulating the muscles inside as well. She sensed that she was still being too direct, too mortal in her efforts, and now began to perceive that the magic of his touch was on a far more microscopic scale than she had ever before considered.
With little effort, she ceased her clumsy magical swirls and let the visible energy subside. Instead she used her hands but now she noted how the magic that had been used to create her physical form could be changed further still. She made her hands themselves more effective, each microscopic point of surface area a place of precise manipulation. It was just as she had done this that Matthias ended his teasing and placed her on her knees in front of him.
Her body shuddered from the pleasure coursing through it. Matthias was grinning down at her with a knowing and expectant look on his face. Nala returned the grin with one of her own, and once again grasped his thick rod, but this time with both hands. Where her flesh touched his, she let the caress be magnified a hundredfold as her daemonic skin - raw magic unto itself - manipulated him.
Her eyes locked onto the tip of his swelling manhood as her hands now slowly pumped up and down his shaft. She licked her lips hungrily, taking in the sight of his tip, and judging how to best encase it between her lips. Sliding her hands all the way to his base, Nala tilted her head sideways, opened her mouth wide, and let her tongue slip down to drizzle strands of saliva onto the Godslayer's helmet. Just as she had imbued her hands, so too did Nala make her tongue, her spit and her lips able to stimulate and exploit Matthias' skin with multiplied intensity and focus. Her tongue swirled around the cockhead for only a moment, but in that moment she spread and soaked his tip in her warming, tingling spit. Then she bobbed her head down and rotated her lips so that she had hungrily closed her mouth completely around the first three inches of him. She then paused to swirl her tongue around him more several times, and then lay it flat along the underside of his cock and push herself forward. Her eyes flickered up to look at Matthias' visage as she inched forward, her tongue and hands now working in tandem to stimulate his cock like never before.
Nala ignored any need to breath or gag, as her daemonic existence required no such reflexes. Instead she was free to completely take Matthias' cock, inch by inch, bobbing her head and tightening her lips to provide the most intense suction and contact possible. Her hands pumped faster and more intensely, and then she'd gone so far that there was room for only one hand at his base. With one hand now freed, she cupped his balls and began to fondle them, wishing to coax the heavy sac into releasing its contents, even though she knew Matthias could resist.
She made a moaning sound to reverberate against his cock, even as she pressed forward further and let her lips press against her slick and wet fingers. She then withdrew from his cock slowly, until her lips were merely kissing his tip, before wildly throwing herself forward again and reaching all the way to his base, his cock easily penetrating down her throat, where she controlled her muscles to contract and reflexively manipulate him on the same level as her lips and hands and tongue.
She proceeded to deep throat Matthias with long, slurping bobs of her head, making sure that his whole shaft was coated in her saliva. When she withdrew to only shallow sucking, she would return her hands to his cock and twist them around while jerking on him, so that he was never without some sort of incoming stimulation down his entire length.
She kept this up eagerly and joyfully, loving the taste of the daemon and loving even more the knowledge that she was quite possibly giving Matthias one of the best blowjobs he'd received in quite a long time. Or so she hoped anyway.
When she stopped would be up to him, but if he came or signaled that he desired a change in position, she would stop in her sucking and let his shaft escape her lips with a slick pop and a few final greedy licks of her tongue.
"Better than my usual effort, don't you think?~" she asked teasingly, before pulling herself up against him and twisting in his arms so that her back was against his chest and his stiffened cock was nestled against the cleft of her ass and the small of her spine.
"Now, mister Godslayer sir... I've been a very naughty daemon... you should probably punish me.~" She giggled and pressed her round ass against his crotch insistently.
For all her new powers, the proto-goddess acted in the ways that mortality had accustomed her to. Details like using her voice to speak, her hands to caress, and her fingers to arouse herself were now superfluous, but still to her mind essential. How horrid it would be, she thought, for her to neglect these aspects of mortal interaction? She resolved to never lose touch with these basic feelings and methods even as she explored the horizons of her daemonic ascension.
As he held her by the neck firmly but not violently only a mere few inches from his face, Nala took the opportunity to marvel at Matthias' human form. This was not the first time seeing him like this, but his masculine beauty still made her heart skip a beat, just as it had always done since they first met and made love. He appeared as a dark skinned human of ancient Anudorian blood, and she enjoyed the way it looked as well as felt when her purple flesh mashed and slid over his dark ebony body. His muscles were that of a god, as was every physical asset that he possessed. Now at least, she felt she had a more appropriate body to match and receive him - this thought alone provided a lewd giddiness that send tingles across her flesh and hardened her exposed, deep purple nipples. Then he roughly pulled her back into a kiss, and his other hand trailed down her spine to end with a sudden smack of her backside. She felt her flesh ripple and sting, only to be quickly and firmly soothed by his strong grip. She gasped, the rough handing of her flesh augmented by some sort of mystical manipulation that she perceived more clearly now than ever before. She moaned lewdly into his mouth, and more eagerly did she cry still when his other hand moved from her neck to her breast, to knead and thumb across soft orbs and work her into a damp, animalistic frenzy.
As her blood pumped faster so too did the pulse of magic in the air - the raw energy of her untamed spirit waiting to form the surroundings to her whim. She rested her head against his neck and purred as emerald energies swirled around her feet in a languid maelstrom of restless energy. From this pooling reserve, she brought up a pair of tendrils formed of spiritual quintessence. They wrapped around the massive erection Matthias was sporting and through this connection, Nala made an effort to pleasure Matthais' cock as her hand simultaneously slipped down to grasp him with her soft hands, jerking him off slowly at first, then building momentum.
He returned the favor, slipping two large digits between her thighs and working her body expertly, making her sigh and moan frequently, even as her hand kept working the greater daemon an her magic worked across the surface of his sensitive flesh, coursing along the shaft and stimulating the muscles inside as well. She sensed that she was still being too direct, too mortal in her efforts, and now began to perceive that the magic of his touch was on a far more microscopic scale than she had ever before considered.
With little effort, she ceased her clumsy magical swirls and let the visible energy subside. Instead she used her hands but now she noted how the magic that had been used to create her physical form could be changed further still. She made her hands themselves more effective, each microscopic point of surface area a place of precise manipulation. It was just as she had done this that Matthias ended his teasing and placed her on her knees in front of him.
Her body shuddered from the pleasure coursing through it. Matthias was grinning down at her with a knowing and expectant look on his face. Nala returned the grin with one of her own, and once again grasped his thick rod, but this time with both hands. Where her flesh touched his, she let the caress be magnified a hundredfold as her daemonic skin - raw magic unto itself - manipulated him.
Her eyes locked onto the tip of his swelling manhood as her hands now slowly pumped up and down his shaft. She licked her lips hungrily, taking in the sight of his tip, and judging how to best encase it between her lips. Sliding her hands all the way to his base, Nala tilted her head sideways, opened her mouth wide, and let her tongue slip down to drizzle strands of saliva onto the Godslayer's helmet. Just as she had imbued her hands, so too did Nala make her tongue, her spit and her lips able to stimulate and exploit Matthias' skin with multiplied intensity and focus. Her tongue swirled around the cockhead for only a moment, but in that moment she spread and soaked his tip in her warming, tingling spit. Then she bobbed her head down and rotated her lips so that she had hungrily closed her mouth completely around the first three inches of him. She then paused to swirl her tongue around him more several times, and then lay it flat along the underside of his cock and push herself forward. Her eyes flickered up to look at Matthias' visage as she inched forward, her tongue and hands now working in tandem to stimulate his cock like never before.
Nala ignored any need to breath or gag, as her daemonic existence required no such reflexes. Instead she was free to completely take Matthias' cock, inch by inch, bobbing her head and tightening her lips to provide the most intense suction and contact possible. Her hands pumped faster and more intensely, and then she'd gone so far that there was room for only one hand at his base. With one hand now freed, she cupped his balls and began to fondle them, wishing to coax the heavy sac into releasing its contents, even though she knew Matthias could resist.
She made a moaning sound to reverberate against his cock, even as she pressed forward further and let her lips press against her slick and wet fingers. She then withdrew from his cock slowly, until her lips were merely kissing his tip, before wildly throwing herself forward again and reaching all the way to his base, his cock easily penetrating down her throat, where she controlled her muscles to contract and reflexively manipulate him on the same level as her lips and hands and tongue.
She proceeded to deep throat Matthias with long, slurping bobs of her head, making sure that his whole shaft was coated in her saliva. When she withdrew to only shallow sucking, she would return her hands to his cock and twist them around while jerking on him, so that he was never without some sort of incoming stimulation down his entire length.
She kept this up eagerly and joyfully, loving the taste of the daemon and loving even more the knowledge that she was quite possibly giving Matthias one of the best blowjobs he'd received in quite a long time. Or so she hoped anyway.
When she stopped would be up to him, but if he came or signaled that he desired a change in position, she would stop in her sucking and let his shaft escape her lips with a slick pop and a few final greedy licks of her tongue.
"Better than my usual effort, don't you think?~" she asked teasingly, before pulling herself up against him and twisting in his arms so that her back was against his chest and his stiffened cock was nestled against the cleft of her ass and the small of her spine.
"Now, mister Godslayer sir... I've been a very naughty daemon... you should probably punish me.~" She giggled and pressed her round ass against his crotch insistently.