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Blood And Divinity

PAIRING: Ada Wong x fem reader

WARNINGS: dragon god ada, human female priestess r, dark Ada, conqueror Ada, if Nemean Ada was feral, this one's cruel yet just, dark fantasy, greek myth and ASOIAF inspired, power imbalance, tension, monotheism, religious themes, immortal/mortal pairing, power dynamics, seduction, teasing, sensual tension, head, GP Ada BECAUSE I SAID SO, dragon cawk yep, multiple orgasms, unprotected seggs, raw seggs, breeding, slight bondage, katoptronophilia, choking, c*m play, clit-slapping, biting, marking, missionary, backshots, felatio, rough seggs, and oviposition–jesus.

SYNOPSIS: In a world where the gods have ruled with cruelty and excess, divine justice arrives not in the form of salvation—but vengeance. The great black dragon descends, bringing ruin to the false gods and striking terror into mortal hearts. When your goddess falls to its wrath, you are left with nothing but a dying faith and a fragile hope to survive. Bound by divine will and insatiable desire, you find yourself in the arms of a goddess—one who claims you as her own. Ada, a being of celestial power and primal hunger, seeks more than just devotion; she demands your very essence. As passion and power collide, you are drawn deeper into her realm, where love is worship, pleasure is sacred, and your fate is sealed beneath her touch.

MEN, MINORS DNI

The reign of the new gods was nothing short of... chaotic.

No, chaotic is an understatement. Humanity is living in a new dark age.

They have done nothing but use mortals for their pleasure and entertainment. Fueling their greed and depravity and spreading darkness faster than any plague the realm has ever witnessed.

The weak are preyed upon by the strong–a never-ending cycle of greed and corruption.

You knew you wouldn't survive in such conditions where women are seen as nothing but cattle for the whims of men; what choice did you have other than to turn to priestesshood under Lannis, maiden Goddess of agriculture, fertility and prosperity.

Life as a priestess is simple—prayer sustains you, offerings honor your goddess, and rituals ensure prosperity and a good harvest. You learned to find comfort in this simple way of living, white, and gold robes, with exquisite cloth covering your face while wearing the amulet of protection that your goddess has given you–no man or other deity, whether popular or not, shall touch you unless they will face her wrath.

Life has been peaceful, the skies were blue, crops were healthy and the seas were cool.

Until it wasn't.

As if to punish the new gods for their arrogance and greed–a great beast–a dragon, descended from the heavens, its scales are black and sharp, wings so big they covered the sun, casting a gargantuan shadow that covered the realm in darkness, eyes cruel, bright gold as it looks down at the ruined realm–fire so hot it burned castles and blackens the land, a color akin to disease and teeth so sharp–it cuts through the gods' skin, spilling ichor blood across the land.

It killed the king of the gods first, the whole realm watched with terror and trepidation as it dragged the poor deity by its teeth, sinking into his shoulder–the skies were dark as the god howled in pain before the cruel dragon pulled his flesh apart–spilling his insides across the land and dropping his corpse.

The sea god was next, the sailors watched with macabre interest as the dragon hovered over the sea before grabbing something–someone from the depths of the sea; the god struggled, shouting his pleas for freedom before the deity devoured him and spitting his head back to the sea and disappear into the thick school of clouds.

Humanity can only watch as the beast brutally destroys and devours the gods that had once ruled the realm, their corpses on display for humans and lesser deities to see–a representation of what could be their fate if they followed their example.

One of them was Lannis, her death was the most merciful of all–the dragon had devoured her upper half, it didn't even give her the chance to react–you can only guess that the last thing she saw was the dragon's maw before it ate her upper body.

More humans approach the crude burial site, some paid respects, others loot the bodies... and perhaps even violate them.

You tear your gaze away from the sight.

Take these savages next.

As if the heavens listened, the same black dragon descended from the sky, crushing the bodies along with the mortals near the decaying corpses. For the first time, you've seen the beast in all its glory: obsidian-black scales, a lithe yet devastating stature, wings so huge that when they spread, they cover half of the realm, horns elegantly curved back, and eyes ichor like the blood of the dead gods. It stands before humanity, looking down at all of you.

It lowers its head, a voice feminine, distorted, steely and cold bellows, shaking the ground.

"The old gods are no more," It hisses, "Bend the knee to the new god of the realm."

Ruled by fear, the citizens obey, those who were too slow were shot with black spears through the chest and head. Yelps and screams echo in the atmosphere. You flinch at the sound of flesh being pierced, you felt blood splatter on your robe and face, eliciting a terrified gasp from you as you slowly look to your side; breath hitching as the body next to you is riddled with spears.

A pause. Pregnant with fear and silence.

"Which among you was a priest or priestess to any of the former gods?"

No one dared to open their mouths, even the other priests and priestesses kept quiet, including you.

The dragon rumbles, "Answer me or I'll tear you all limb from limb."

You lock eyes with the beast, and your breath stills as its eyes sharpen, and it didn't miss the medallion of Lannis hanging from your neck. With one wing, it points at you, eyes stabbing through your soul.

"You," The obsidian-scaled dragon breathes. "Come to me."

Presented with no other choice, you obey the conqueror. Your knees shake as you stand, you feel as if you don't remember how to walk. The city folk parts to make way for you. You present yourself to the conqueror with bloody robes and blood splattered on one side of your face like a demented face painting.

"Name, priestess."

You obey, voice barely above a whisper as you offer your name.

The great beast purrs, "You served one of the gods, yes?"

"Ye-yes, your grace." Your voice sounded so far away, stuttering with each syllable as you realized how insignificant your size is compared to the former. "I was served Lannis, goddess of the–"

"I'm aware." The beast moves deliberately slow, its golden gaze drinking you in. Your body trembles under its scrutinizing, inquisitive gaze.

And in those golden crevices… amusement. Twisted. Knowing. As if it had already decided your fate. "Do you value these people, priestess?" It purrs, neck craning to as if to look at its unworthy subjects.

You hear sobs in the background, mothers begging for mercy while carrying their children, fathers pleading for leeway–their voices weigh heavy on your shoulders. The dragon looks at you before it snarls at the terrified citizens, well, what's left of them.

"Silence! Let the priestess speak."

"Yes," You say with closed eyes and a shaky breath.

The dragon narrows its eyes, "Would you serve me to help them reap the benefit of obedience and sacrifice?"

"Yes," You feel as though with each agreement, oxygen is knocked away from your lungs.

"Will you swear your maidenhood and loyalty only to me?"

What?

You snap your head to the beast. "P-pardon?"

You wanted to take your own life right then and there as the beast's expression sharpens.

"Let me put it simply for you, mortal." It circles around you, never mind the screams of the citizens as they are crushed by the beast.

"You are to appease me by becoming my priestess and my bride. You value your life and people, yes?" The beast growls.

Your knees buckle while you swallow harshly. It was either you or you'll die with everyone else... Your lips purse to a thin line, almost morphing into a frown.

Be a bride for a villainous deity, or die?

With a shaky exhale, you give her your answer.

"Y-yes,"

A purr of delight rumbles from its chest. "Good,"

Then a black pomegranate manifests from thin air. "Swear it to me. Eat this fruit, and you shall be mine as I will be yours."

With trembling hands, you take the fruit. It stings against your skin. You look at it with faltering eyes before looking up at the beast.

"B-before I do that," You swallow harshly. "May I see the face of my god?"

The moment the words leave your lips, the earth stills. The cries of the people fade into distant echoes, drowned beneath the suffocating silence that follows.

And then—laughter. A low, purring sound that slithers into your bones.

"You wish to see me?" It's voice—rich, terrible, divine—reverberates through the ruins, carried on embers and smoke. "You are bold for a mortal, priestess."

The wind howls as her massive form begins to shift. Its obsidian scales melt into shadow, and its wings fold inward as the monstrous grandeur of her body contorts, collapses, and reshapes. The great dragon does not disappear; it merely becomes something else.

When the transformation ends, she stands before you.

She is draped in black armor, edges gilded like the molten veins of a dying star. Her helm—tall, crowned with curved horns—frames her face, but it does nothing to hide the sharp, inhuman beauty beneath. Her lips, dark as spilled wine, curl into something between a smirk and a warning. Her eyes, slitted like a serpent’s, glow with the same gold that burned within the dragon’s skull.

She takes a step toward you, and it is all you can do not to stumble back.

"You wished to see the face of your god?" she murmurs, voice softer now, yet no less dangerous. "Tell me, now that you have seen me—"

Her gauntleted fingers brush the pulse at your throat, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath your skin.

"—will you take your oath willingly?"

The pomegranate still rests in your palm, its cursed weight heavier than before. The skin of the fruit glows like molten coal, searing into your fingers. A choice, simple yet absolute.

To eat is to be hers. Priestess. Bride. Devoted. Owned.

You didn't reply, instead you took a bite of the fruit.

The skin of the pomegranate splits with a sickening crack, its juice thick and dark as blood as it spills over your lips. The taste is unlike anything mortal—sweet, rich, yet carrying an undertone of something ancient, something binding. The cries of the crowd fade into nothing as your vision blurs, and the last thing you see is the cold smile of your goddess before everything fades into black.

You wake up with a jolt.

Sitting up from the bed, you take in your surroundings.

Where are you?

The room is vast, yet shrouded in darkness. Shadow-pillars stretch high into the unseen abyss, their gilded edges catching the flickering glow of invisible torches. The walls, smooth as polished obsidian, gleam like liquid onyx under the candlelight, their jagged veins pulsing with a faint ember-like glow. The air is thick with incense, its scent intoxicating yet suffocating—like something sacred, something ancient.

Your body feels strangely light, the remnants of sleep clinging to your limbs like a veil. When you shift, silk glides against your skin—soft, delicate, unfamiliar. You glance down. Gone is your priestess robe, torn and bloodstained. In its place, an elaborate garment drapes around your form, black as the void, embroidered with twisting golden patterns you do not recognize.

Your breath catches.

The medallion of Lannis is missing.

And then—the pomegranate.

The taste still lingers on your tongue—sweet, thick, binding. It sits heavy in your stomach, an unspoken contract woven into your very being.

And then—

A presence.

You are not alone.

A voice, feminine and rich, smooth as silk but edged with quiet amusement.

"Do you know this place?"

You turn.

She stands at the edge of the room, framed by the glow of flickering braziers. No longer a dragon, but a woman—if such a word could ever hope to capture what she is. Her armor gleams like molten gold, dark fabric pooling beneath it like liquid shadow. Her helm is gone, revealing a face inhumanly sharp, achingly beautiful.

"N-no." Your voice is barely a whisper as you warily eye the goddess.

Her lips curve in a cold, knowing smile. "This is where the gods used to live."

Beautiful, yes—but the moment she names it, you feel like an intruder.

She notices.

A low chuckle rumbles from her throat as she closes her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Uncomfortable or not, this is your home now, sweetling."

She strides toward you, slow, deliberate. You shrink into the sheets, instinctively hugging your knees as she perches on the edge of the bed.

Her golden eyes drink you in, slow and measured.

"You consumed the fruit willingly," she muses, tilting her head. "And yet, you tremble in my presence."

Her gaze flickers to your hands, still clutching at the silk of your garments, knuckles white. You hadn't even realized.

She scoots closer.

"Do you fear me, sweetling?"

A gloved knuckle brushes against your jaw, tilting it up, forcing your eyes to meet hers.

"I—I don't even know your name."

Your breath catches as her thumb glides over your lower lip.

"Exquisite," she whispers.

Her touch lingers, a cruel thing. A test. Then, a sigh—slow, indulgent, and far too amused.

"You do not know my name," she repeats, tilting her head as if tasting the words.

Then, she smiles—a terrible, sharp thing that sends a chill through you. "Then allow me to correct this... oversight."

She rises, and the air shifts.

Heavy.

Charged.

The torches flare. Shadows stretch unnaturally along the obsidian walls, writhing like things with minds of their own.

Her presence fills the chamber like a storm.

"When the gods grew fat on their indulgence, I was the reckoning that tore them from their thrones." Her voice deepens, reverberating in the very stone beneath you. "When their sins drowned the realm, I was the fire that burned their corruption to ash."

She steps forward, and your pulse quickens.

"I am Aedarys—end of the old gods, beginning of the new. The one to whom all kneel, whether they wish to or not."

Her fingers trail along your throat, stopping just above the frantic pulse that betrays you.

"And you, sweetling..."

Her lips curve. A slow, knowing thing.

"You are mine."

Then, she laughs—low and sharp, a sound that cuts through the silence like a blade.

"Ah. You do fear me, don't you?"

She steps back, folding her hands behind her back. "Perhaps I'll make it simpler for you—warmer, even."

A thoughtful pause. Then, a smile.

"Ada."

"Pardon?"

"You may call me Ada, sweetling."

"A-Ada." You repeat it without thinking, the name unfamiliar yet smooth on your tongue.

Her golden eyes gleam with something dangerous.

"Very good."

She turns on her heel. "Come along now."

You hesitate.

"W-where are we going?"

Ada doesn't answer as she leads you through the winding halls. The palace of the gods has been remade in her image—dark, regal, draped in the colors of shadow and flame.

Finally, she stops before a grand hall.

A banquet table stretches before you, piled high with delicacies. Bread, cheese, olives, roasted meats, golden fruits—each dish arranged with exquisite care. The scent alone is enough to make your stomach clench in hunger.

Ada gestures to the feast with a lazy flick of her hand.

"I figured you would prefer mortal food over ours. Nectar and ambrosia can be... overwhelming." She pauses. "I had some mortals compile a list of their finest delicacies for me. They were rewarded for their efforts."

You blink. "You... rewarded them?"

Ada hums in amusement, taking a seat at the table. "I'm not a cruel god, priestess." She picks up a piece of fruit, rolling it between her fingers. "I am fair and just. But if I must remind mortals of my power, I will."

You hesitate, eyeing the food. Ada notices.

"And no, sweetling—" her lips quirk, "it isn't poisoned."

Still, you reach tentatively, plucking bread, cheese, an olive. Ada watches, her gaze gleaming with quiet amusement as you eat.

The air between you shifts—no longer suffocating, but not entirely safe.

Not yet.

She leans back. "Ah, before I forget..."

You pause mid-bite.

"You will resume your duties in the mortal realm soon. A temple will be raised in my name, where you will burn sacrifices and accept offerings on my behalf."

Your fingers tighten around your cup. "When?"

"Three nights from now."

A dark fawn scurries forward to clear the table.

Ada stands.

"Rest, dear one. You will need your strength."

She turns, heading toward the far end of the hall, swallowed slowly by the shadows.

You hesitate.

"Ada, wait!"

She stops.

You swallow. "Are we... sleeping in the same chamber?"

For a moment, silence. A slow, disarming smile.

"Not yet, sweetling." Her voice is almost gentle. Almost.

"Though the idea is rather tempting."

And with that, she vanishes into the dark.

The realm has slowly begun to worship Aedarys. It started as a whisper, a prayer uttered in desperation—pleas for safe labor, bountiful harvests, and victorious conquests. Small offerings at first. A bowl of honey, a carved token, a name spoken with reverence beneath the full moon.

But whispers grew into chants, and chants into devotion.

Temples rose in her name, their obsidian spires clawing at the heavens. Her sigil, the golden dragon entwined with shadow, was etched into banners and armor, a silent oath sworn in blood and steel. The old gods, once mighty, were forgotten. Their altars crumbled, their names swallowed by dust.

Aedarys–Ada, the dragon god of dominion and retribution–had become the sole deity of worship. Monotheistic, absolute.

And you–her chosen, her priestess–stood at the heart of it all.

You heave a sigh as you retreat back to the temple, pulling back the hood from your head, allowing your whole face to breathe. Your feet take you to the empty throne of Ada–only today, it wasn't empty. There sat a hooded figure, a pale hand examining what seems to be a necklace.

Your stomach drops, could that possibly be in one of the offerings for Ada?

"You shouldn't be here." You immediately call out with a warning substantial in your tone. "Unless you wish to face the wrath of Aedarys for this disrespect."

The figure didn't heed, and you ground your jaw. "Do you not hear me, stranger? Remove yourself from her throne at once!"

Finally, the hooded stranger looks up, and a gasp leaves your lips upon seeing the familiar gold glow of her eyes, fair skin, short hair, wise and all-knowing eyes, and that blasted smile.

"Kicking me out of my throne now, are you, sweetling?"

"A-Ada," you stumble back, flushed. "Forgive me, I didn't know it was you."

She hums and leans back against her throne of obsidian and granite. "Don't apologize, sweetling. You were merely protecting my throne."

"With words," You snort.

"A sign of loyalty regardless," Ada stands from the throne and descends the steps, allowing you to finally realize that it isn't a simple robe she's wearing.

The fabric is thick, woven with the finest threads of shadow, its texture betraying a subtle pattern—scales, perhaps, or the whispers of something ancient stitched into the very weave.

A high collar guards the nape of her neck, a silent declaration of her stature, while the bodice molds to her form, fastened with obsidian clasps that gleam like polished onyx. The sleeves, adorned with intricate embroidery, trail down her arms, each delicate stitch a contrast to the hardened presence she exudes. Silver adornments, shaped like fangs or claws, run down the length of her sleeves, glinting in the dim light like a silent warning.

Over her shoulders, a cloak of midnight spills in heavy waves, lined with blood-red silk that flickers like embers in the wind, ornaments hang from her hair, a stylish choice that suits her.

You blink–she isn't wearing the helm, allowing her to look less imposing, but powerful nonetheless.

"I brought you something," Ada moves her hand towards you, a necklace made from black metal, or so you think. The deity's ichor eyes glow with mirth. "Do you know what it is?"

You look up at her, "No. Do enlighten me."

She retracts her hand, her eyes leaving you for the necklace. "Celestial obsidian steel." Ada returns her gaze to you. "A piece of my origin. I took a piece of my helm and forged it to a necklace."

A pause, and then...

"Turn around," Ada commands in a soft voice, and you wordlessly obey as you turn away from her and grasp your hair, moving it to your front. Your breath hitches. The necklace is cold, but Ada's hands are colder. With deft efficiency, she rests the necklace at the base of your neck.

Your back straightens as her breath fans against your nape, leaving goosebumps on its wake. "

And now," Your spouse rasps, "You own a piece of me." The air was still until you felt her lips press against your nape, a gasp befalls your mouth upon the rousing sensation of her lips against your skin. "Turn around for me again, love." You obey without hesitation.

Forged in silver and shadow. The chain is intricate—delicate yet unyielding, woven from countless interlocking links, each adorned with tiny, blood-red gemstones that catch the light like embers smoldering in the dark.

At its heart, a pendant—an endless knot of metal, its loops and curves twisting in a perfect, inescapable design. At the center of this tangled maze sits a single red gem, deep as a pomegranate seed, its surface gleaming with quiet menace. A seal. A promise. A binding.

It is not merely jewelry. It is a statement. A mark of power draped around the throat, where devotion meets possession.

A devilish grin plays on your lover, "Beautiful."

Dividing your duty as the priestess and wife is a surprisingly easy task.

In the morning, you are the priestess, at night–you are her wife.

That includes your duties in your shared chambers to please her.

The candlelight flickers, casting shadows that dance across the chiseled perfection of her form. Stripped of her divine armor, Ada is no less imposing. No less powerful. The ridges of her muscles flex beneath your touch as your fingers ghost down her abdomen, tracing the fine lines of strength that speak of both battle and blood.

She watches you, golden eyes sharp with amusement, with possession. She has already won, and yet she allows you to think you have a choice in how this unfolds.

Her voice is molten, dark and smooth. “You hesitate.”

You swallow, fingers stilling just above the proof of her dominance—the part of her that separates her from mortals, from men and gods alike. The thick weight of her arousal rests heavily against her thigh, veined and flushed with need, an undeniable testament to her power.

"I don't."

Ada chuckles, low and indulgent. "Then prove it."

You obey as your eyes land on her pink, soft-scaled length; rigid, proud, and her spiky head leaking with pre-cum and the way the goddess lays in bed, her robe open for you to witness her in all her glory.

Your lips brush against the head of her length first, reverent and slow. Ada exhales through her nose, but she does not rush you—she never does. She enjoys the tease, the anticipation, the quiet devotion in the way you take your time.

But you know better than to test her patience for too long.

Your tongue traces along the underside of her, tasting the salt of her desire, the warmth of her, the sheer size of her. You hollow your cheeks, taking her inch by inch, feeling her thighs tense beneath your hands as she exhales a pleased sigh.

“Good,” she murmurs, her fingers tangling into your hair, not forcing, but guiding. Her voice is smooth, unshaken. She is composed, in control, but you can feel the heat simmering just beneath the surface.

You take her deeper, jaw stretching, the fullness of her overwhelming and intoxicating. She groans this time, a quiet thing, but no less powerful—a sound of approval, of ownership.

The room smells of incense and burning wicks, but all you can breathe in is her—musk and spice, heat and divinity.

Ada tilts her head, watching as your lips stretch around her, watching as you serve her, worship her, love her the only way a mortal can love a god.

“Look at me,” she commands softly.

You do, gazing up through lidded eyes, lips stretched, cheeks hollowed, taking her like you were made for this. For her.

A wicked smile plays on her lips.

“There’s my good wife.”

Your cheeks heat up and you let out a moan, creating a vibration around her slick-scaled cock, Ada's eyes close and retrains herself from bucking her hips into your face as you finally begin sucking her. Your pulse quickens as you resume pleasuring the goddess, the muscles of your mouth making contact with the veins beneath her scaly appendage, her arousal salty in your tongue.

The atmosphere grows thick with mingled scents of burning incense and heated flesh, the space between you pulsing with sacred urgency.

Ada's grip becomes vice-like, guiding you with a possessive tenderness that speaks of power and absolute claim. Her voice, low and resonant like a distant thunder. "That's a good wife, come on, you can take more of me."

You bob your head in reply while she watches you devour her hard cock through half-lidded eyes, heavy with satisfaction, and insatiable hunger that only you seem capable of appeasing.

"Steady, my love." She murmurs, a warning and a praise.

Cold as night-forged steel, a hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing the corner of your lips, where reverence has left them slick and parted. You inhale, drowning in the scent of her—smoke and spice, embers that refuse to fade.

With a soft moan, Ada moves. Slow and deliberate, guiding you while she thrusts into your mouth. You gag as the bulbous, sharp head pokes at the back of your throat, the spiky base taps against your chin. The sharp inhale she takes is almost imperceptible, but you hear it–felt it in the way that she throbs in your mouth.

Her restraint is cracking, unshaken godhood fraying at the edges.

Your cunt throbs in need.

Your hands grab onto her thighs, bracing yourself as she juts her hips. Your jaw aches, your lips stretch, but you take her still. The sound she makes–a low, rumbling sigh, half-groan, half-praise–is its own form of benediction.

She tastes of salt and heat; divine as you suck her dry. Your moans providing a warm vibration that as your spouse throbbing, her balls tighten as your chin taps against them, prodding her hot seed. Ada throws her head back, her eyes close and her jaw slack as she fucks her cock into your mouth.

Ada plants her feet on the sheets before bucking her hips up, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, eliciting moans and gags from you which are muffled by her cock.

You could tell she was close by the way you feel her veins bulge and throb from the horizontal ridges on the underside of her cock and with how frequent her pre-cum oozes from the tapered head.

"Sweetling, I'm close." She grunts, the thick futon mattress dips and creeks, your arousal dripping from the seems of your pussy, aching to be catered to.

But no. Your wife, your god–comes first.

Your nails dig against the pristine skin of her thighs as you meet her thrusts, your eyes well with tears from the way the sharp muscled head pokes at your throat, slobber and pre-cum dribble down from the soft-spiked base to Ada's balls and down to the silk sheets.

With one hand, you fondled her balls, gently squeezing them. The veins on Ada's neck bulge as she lets out an erotic moan, your folds flutter with slick at the sound as ribbons of Ada's seed shoot down your throat. You swallow it quickly, your throat bobbing at the action as you taste her.

Ada's chest heaves, raising her head to look at you and smirk at the way her cum and her saliva coats your mouth and chin–her cock, semi-rigid.

"On your stomach, sweetling." Ada pants as her eyes flash gold. "Now."

You obey without complaint, not wanting to displease your mistress. Ada leans away to allow you to lie flat on your belly, the goddess hums in satisfaction whilst you wonder what will happen next. Her nose bumps against the back of your neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin, making you gasp against the sheets, hands palming the mattress when the older woman traverses your back, leaving kittenish licks and soft kisses; you feel her saliva trailing down your back down to your ass as she spreads them apart.

A soft, hoarse moan leaves your mouth when her tongue licks the trail of slick dribbling down your thighs.

"Hips up," Ada murmurs, you comply, allowing her to see your swollen cunt that's dripping with arousal. "Good girl," Your wife purrs and slaps your folds, eliciting a cry from you as more of your essence oozes out. The goddess uses your slick to coat her unique shaft before looming above you, her hands trapping you on opposite sides, her hand moves to your neck, applying pressure.

The older woman tilts your head up, your eyes locking at the plain black headboard, suddenly, a mist appears–manifesting something.

A mirror

Your eyes widen, pupils dilating and your hands crumple the sheets with Ada's hand n your neck, her short hair messily combed back, the depiction between the two of you was so accurate yet so erotic.

You are watching yourself be taken by a god.

A breathy mewl escapes your lips when the tip grazes your folds, Ada's breath shakes upon seeing her pre-cum mix with your dripping arousal, the older woman fists her sheets before leaning down.

"I'm going in now, sweetling." She husks, "May I?"

"Yes," You breathe out without hesitation, and Ada complies–self-control nowhere to be found.

Her hand returns to your neck, nails digging against the skin–eliciting a hiss in both pain and pleasure as she thrusts her entire length, the head easily parts your folds as she glides into you with one swift motion, impaling you entirely with her cock. The sheer girth of her shaft spreads your cunt until your walls are stretched thin around her length. You find yourself screaming in a mix of pain and erotic delight as you claw the sheets and you gasp for air, practically winded by the first thrust.

"Ada!" You cried out; both of you bemoaning in carnal delight. Ada's hand leaves your neck, making you whimper, only to be hushed by a kiss on your shoulder.

Ada's hips hit the curvature of your ass, you can feel her toned stomach flex and stiffen under her pace.

"Gods," The goddess snarls. "You. Feel. So. Good!" She groans in between thrusts, her hands snap to your wrists, holding you down as she jackhammers into you, moaning in delight at the feeling of her scaled-cock dragging against your warm, velvety walls, her pre-cum mixing with your arousal as it drips out of your folds and down to your thighs, your body becomes attuned to her.

You can feel Ada's kisses leaving marks on your skin, you can feel the ridges of her member, the veins that mapped around her shaft protrude and rubbing deliciously against your slick-covered walls. You let your head fall down on her pillows, moaning as you let the older woman have her way with you and your cunt finally adjusts to her length and speed.

Ada's right hand leaves your wrist and spanks the side of your thigh, making you yelp and shoot your head up to see her in the mirror's reflection.

Her gaze intensely locks yours from the mirror as she bites the column of your neck harshly, making you cry out as she spanks you again, making you jolt and clench around her, causing her dick to throb.

"Look," Ada growls at your ear, gently biting it. "I want you to "Look,"

You strain your head to look at your reflection with Ada, here she is, her body looming from behind, her hips jutting back and forth, you can see your body moving with hers to meet her every pound, thighs shaking to keep up with the position she made you do. "I want you to see that you're being such a good girl for me." She groans hoarsely when you clenched around her tightly while you keep your head up, you grind on her hips in hopes to satiate your need for more.

Ada grits her teeth, her body feels like fire, her senses scattered all over the bedroom as she trailed kisses down your spine, her kisses are gentle in contrast to the speed of her hips, moans, mewls, whimpers, all such lewd sounds that were emitting from your lips etched on her brain, including the way your body molds with hers, sweat thinly coating your skin, you're body is hot, compared to her cold, marble-like body.

And with every thrust, your cunt clamps around her cock, making her throb and whine and–

Oh no

The goddess lets out a growl when you drop your head due to intense pleasure, your eyes closing and tears welling up in your eyes. Ada lets out a "tsk," and snaps her hand to your jaw, gripping it tightly, almost digging her nails against your skin.

"I said," She husks, her voice becoming distorted, making your insides quiver as her eyes flash gold again from the reflection.

"Look"

Black smoke seeps out of her fingers as she applies pressure on your jugular, your face contorts as a black chained collar attaches itself on your neck, its chains rattling as Ada pulls it, and thrusts into you earnestly, fucking you against the sheets, pressing you harder, her hips slamming in and out mercilessly, making you let out broken moans, chokes of pleasure echoes in the room with every tug of the collar, the cold metal chokes you as if they were Ada's hands.

Your cunt clamps vigorously, sweat finally dripping from your temple as lust has finally taken over you, moaning with abandon, your mixed juices now trailing down your thighs, body covered in both sweat and Ada's marks.

The older woman digs her nails on your hips, pounds becoming more desperate, feral.

Your stomach coils, your arms, shake under her thrusts as she keeps her body close to yours, her hands groping any skin available for her as her cock throbs painfully on the verge of exploding. You aren't far behind her either.

Ada, your goddess, your wife–can tell.

The way your stomach coils and twists, toes curling, back arching and your moans were high-pitched, sobs choked and your mewls were breathy.

Black tendrils begin to protrude from her skin as she begins to thrust with abandon, you drop your head as you cry out her title, incensed by your wails, her pace inhumanly fast and–

You let out a loud moan as you felt her cock brush your g-spot, making your back arch against her front. A grin breaks into Ada's red lips as she repeatedly aims at the spot; your arms become weak and your thighs quiver with every penetrative slam and moan after moan falls on your lips.

"Are you close?" Ada asks in between groans, she can't control the distortion of her voice, her eyes hungrily drinking at your reflection, the headboard begins to fog due to the heat emitting from the two of you.

"Y-yes," You whimpered with your eyes closed, a broken sob escapes your lips when Ada's teeth dig against your nape, sending shocks of pleasure shooting right through you. Causing your thighs to shake violently as you cum, your eyes shut close, your mouth hung agape as you feel your cunt milk around her cock strongly, her name leaves your lips in a broken moan, eliciting a gasp from Ada as she continues to thrust your juices back into you, your upper body gives out, the chain rattles as your face falls on her pillows.

Ada bends down to press a kiss on your marked shoulder before stilling her hips and cum inside you. Your walls fluttered, you muffled a mewl as her cock shoots out spurts of warm cum, further mixing your essences, rope after rope, filling you to the brim and causing your cum to leak out of weeping cunt. Pants resonate around the bedroom, your body felt heavy, sweaty, yet euphoria fills you.

Ada leans her head against the back of your neck, her warm breath fans your sensitive skin, her arms wrap gently around yours, swallowing thickly as she pulls out gently. You let out a frail mewl as more of your mixed juices leak out of your abused cunt, the older woman delicately helps you lay on your back, finally allowing you to see her and gasp inaudibly.

You've seen Ada always keeping herself clean and presentable. She takes pride in keeping her appearance no matter what.

It's astonishing to see her look so disheveled, her short black hair messy, her bangs sticking on her forehead, sweat covering her skin, and her lips were slightly tinted red from being grazed repeatedly on your marked skin.

The sight is arousing.

You're not the only one though, you're perfect, all laid out for her, looking better than the palace of the gods, her cock twitches at the sight before her, blood rushing to her already hard member, she wants you so badly, take you in so many different ways.

Your eyes shamelessly drink at the sight.

The way Ada's toned abdomen relaxes and contracts, the muscles of her neck move and flex–oh, it ignites your lust that was satiated earlier.

Without thinking, you prompt yourself on your elbows and pecked her slightly swollen lips, before trailing down to the tendons of her neck, kissing it softly, before giving it an experimental lick; making Ada close her eyes and tilt her head upwards, giving you more access to the expanse of skin. Your hands pressed on her back to draw her closer as you begin to assault her collar with feather-like kisses that turn to kittenish licks and suck the skin gently.

Ada lets out a soft exhale before pressing you down on her sheets, breath labored and shaky as she leans on your ear, chills creeping your spine. "I hope you're not too tired, sweetling," She rasps, "Because it'll take more than just one for me to properly sire a new batch of gods with you."

What?

A smirk breaks past her pretty lips upon seeing your face as if she had read your mind and pressed a gentle kiss on your brow. Her hands traverse sensually down to your inner thighs and spread them as she settles herself in between your legs.

Ada then takes a pillow from you side.

"Hips up, my love." She gently commands, you obey her and raise your hips, wincing at the sore feeling that shoots on your hips.

Ada hastily placed the pillow underneath your hips and you let your hips fall on the pillow, without a second thought, Ada's lips chase yours–consuming you once again.

Your hands circle around her neck as you give in to her kiss, hands gripping themselves on your waist, pressing you hard on her bed as if to keep your scent there and moaning softly when the ridges of her cock grazed your inner thighs with pre-cum smearing your skin.

The older woman grinds her pelvis against yours, smearing your thighs with her arousal as her lips latch onto your neck, biting her marks making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull as shocks of pleasure ripple through you.

Her left hand traverses down your shoulder, grazing her nails on your pebbled nipple down to your stomach and teasingly tiptoes to your flushed cunt.

She traces circles on your folds, making you quiver with soft whimpers before pressing two fingers; her index and middle finger on your folds and spreading them. She waited for a moment while you eyed her with anticipation and frustration.

Why is not doing anything? Can't she see your arousal? The way your cunt pulsates with need?

Then you feel something leak out of your pussy.

It was your mixed cum dripping down your folds, proof that Ada had filled you properly earlier.

"Wonderful," She grumbles before withdrawing her fingers; not wanting to waste more of it than she already has. The older woman plants her knees firmly on her bed, her hands guiding her member to line up on your entrance, eyes closing as the sharp tip pokes your pulsating folds.

"A-Ada," You whine softly, making the veins that mapped her cock throb with excitement. Sheer libido sticks in the air as she pushes herself inch by inch. Nails digging against the skin of her back; a breathy mewl breaks past your lips and the sting of sensitivity ripples through you. Ada hides her face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as she further pushes herself deeper, indulging at the euphoric feeling of having your walls clamp and flutter around her dick, reveling at small noises you make and your nails clawed her skin for leverage.

"Shh, I got you, sweetling." Ada coaxes with a soft kiss on your shoulder and her hips begin to move. You let your head fall back on the pillows, gasping at the intrusion as she pounds into you with newly-found vigor, your body falls limp, allowing her to use you as she further spreads your legs apart to create more room for her to fuck herself into you, her pace bristling with need.

"Ah-fuck!" You cry out with ecstasy when she impulsively bites the center of your neck.

The goddess growls and pulls away with a wolffish grin on her lips as she immediately snaps her hips.

"Language, pretty thing." Ada purrs and presses a kiss on your lips. "Or do you want me to gag you, hmm?"

"N-no," You hiss when she digs her nails on your waist as if it was the first and last warning.

"Then good," The older woman groans as your walls clamp viciously, "It'll be a shame if we silence your moans now."

The dark-haired goddess suddenly slows her pace, pulling out until the bulbous head remains, before slamming right back in and a wanton moan befalls your lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out your sounds of moans of delirium, and Ada is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering her name on the lobe of her ear, driving your lover insane and increase the power of her thrusts rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses, all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.

You could hear the thud of the wood against the wall as the giant canopy bed moves with the two of you, the wood mimicking you as your legs tremble beneath her. Ada's breath is hot in your ear as your cunt takes her, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony between the two of you. The older woman growls and presses you harder, fucking you to her bed, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, strands of hair falling to the side of her perfectly sculpted face. You pull her close to you, legs trembling as they wrap around her waist, attempting to pull her closer and giving her the advantage of pushing her cock deeper inside your weeping walls, hitting your bundle of nerves.

The veins around her dick drag deliciously inside your velvet walls, mixed essences dripping down your folds, body hyperaware and your skin flushed with sweat.

"That's it, my love." The short-haired goddess moans hotly in your ear. "Keep me close."

Ada whines as your pussy consistently clamps around her.

"Gods," Her distorted voice sent your insides twisting as her eyes flashed gold as she looked at you with a lust-filled gaze. "You feel so divine."

"Look at you! Being such a pliant little wife for me, letting me have my way with you, fill you up with my essence."

The goddess grunts with effort, her pace inhuman and merciless, that it pushes you upward, causing her to wrap her toned arms around you, her grip vise-like.

A dark smile tugs on the elder girl's lips as her shaft throbs again, making you gasp and grind your hips against hers, but her strength prevents you from doing so and digs her nails into your hips, leaving red welts on your skin.

"It's time that we create a new batch of gods." Ada pecks your clammy temple and moves her hips back to her original speed. You let out a lewd wanton moan when she hits your g-spot, making you see stars as you viciously claw her back, making her purr in satisfaction, hitting deeper inside you, targeting and familiarizing the angle of your g-spot.

"With you as my queen." Tenderly, she cups your jaw and massages your cheek, startling you as her hips are in contrast to her hand. "Will you rule the realm with me, beloved?"

You let out a broken sob of carnal delight as her cock keeps hitting your spongy spot. "Y-yes,"

The woman above you closes her eyes, her heart fluttering when she hears her name falling perfectly from your lips. "I-I'm close. Please, please don't stop."

She pushes her scaled-cock deeper, the sensation rippling within you overwhelms your body, you're pushed over the edge with the sob of her name, your body racking with pleasure as another orgasm crashes through you like a sudden tsunami, falling limply as you squirt around her member, the dark-haired deity gasps as you strongly milk her hardened member, and triggering her orgasm unannounced as she stills her hips, letting out her goopy, thick spurts of cum with a low, rumbling groan from her with your name escaping your lips.

But Ada remains hard and begins to move her hips again.

"Ada–" You sob, "Please!"

"One more, sweetling." Your wife pants, "Just one more, hm, can you do that for me?"

You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body already covered with sweat and her marks, your lower region felt like it was about to split in half. But in determination to please your goddess, you nod, with tears welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth, steady pace. You cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your cunt as she takes you raw, your eyes already spilling with tears as her speed picks up, pulling her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. Every drag of her cock makes your cunt leak out with your arousal and her cum.

Ada slaps your clit, making you jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Keep my cum inside you," The older woman orders and kisses you feverishly, your whimper was greedily swallowed by her as she doubles the pace, making your back arch on her front.

You cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper spots within you and running with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, her cock throbbing painfully for another release and fueled by your broken moans and sobs, the pain blurring to a thin line of pleasure and you begin to grind your hips against hers, beseeching for more.

"A-Ada–" You pant and claw her back for leverage. "Don't stop-more, give me more." You moaned into her ear as she pounded you into the mattress. Your legs ached from how she held them as she uses them for balance while stuffing you with her cock.

She panted her eyes stayed gold, hardening with lust, moaning when she felt your stomach bulge from all that thrusting, losing herself on feeling the silhouette of her cock prodding your womb.

"I'm going to lay my eggs in you." You screamed as her tip kissed your cervix, you tangled your hand around her locks and tugged it harshly, making Ada hiss and speeding up to an inhuman pace, causing desperate whimpers falling from your lips eyes rolling to the back of your skull as the tip keeps hitting your cervix; drawing you closer to your impending orgasm.

You latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting her collarbones and her hoarse moans filled your ears as you bite the center of her neck, feeling her stutter in her thrusts and punishing you for it by drilling into you at a bruising pace, your vision hazy, your body heavy, skin covered by a veil of sweat as your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin on your inner thighs burning from the contact, her balls slapped on your ass as she keeps going, dragging her shaft in and out of your quivering folds.

Small hips jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has a chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace, the older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senseless, the goddess imprinting on her mind to give herself to you with each stroke.

She smirks at how helpless you are underneath her, with each pound, both of you draw closer to your orgasms, excitement curled in your abdomen along with the pleasure that shoots straight to your core as Ada drives herself into your heat.

Then, you feel her cock-head expand, splitting open, your eyes widen as Ada holds you down. "Relax, sweetling–I got you–oh–nghh!"

Your eyes roll back as her cock throbs, the ridges on her cock contracting–her shaft expanding as you feel her insert her eggs into your womb. A moan breaks from your lips as she slots her offspring into your womb in little batches. Ada groans and dips her head into your chest while she pumps more of her cased-children inside you, adapting to your human DNA.

Your lower stomach bulges with her eggs, Ada collapses on top of you, but she is careful not to harm her children.

"P-perfect," She groans, her voice returning normal–winded from bliss as she looks down at the fruits of her labor.

"You'll make a wonderful queen and mother." Ada pants, pressing a kiss on your forehead while you lay limp in your shared bed, gulping before caressing her face.

"Knowing you, my love..." You caress her cheek. "You'd make me a tyrant."

"No," Ada shakes her head sideways.

"I have already made you my queen–fair as the sea and the sun. We will rule justly, with our children inheriting the realm.

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