She awoke to the light streaming through the curtains, acutely aware that she was not in her bed. Her breathing quickened. Panicking, she cried out and jolted in the bed. A hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Shhh. It's okay." He said as he pulled her closer to him. When she saw him, she remembered the previous night. The Choosing, her acquiescence to the God. The exquisite pleasure he had given her. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into his chest.
"I'm sorry my Lord. I am in an unfamiliar place. I was scared." She said to him, playing lightly with the hair on his chest. He kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"It's all right Thrall, I understand." He pulled her closer and held her tight. She looked into his eyes, saw his lips, and instantly needed to place her lips on his.
She reached her hands to the sides of his head and raised her head to kiss him. When he kissed back, she gasped and kissed him deeper. She felt his hips move and him ready and hard against her body. A flush of warmth went through her and she pushed her leg in between his and placed herself to straddle him.
The God, feeling her body respond, forced his leg towards her, drawing a cry from her mouth. He devoured her lips hungrily, drinking in her pleasure as she ground her hips into him. He bit her lip, hard, then harder, and even harder as she moaned for him.
"Does my thrall want her God's cock?"
"Yes...Please..." She groaned, grinding her hips still.
"That's not how we ask now, is it?" He wound his hand in her boyishly short hair and pulled her back, staring intently into her half-lidded eyes.
It took her a few seconds to understand and when she caught on, she blushed.
"Ask for your God's cock, thrall." She swallowed.
"Please my Lord, can I have your cock in me?"
"Good thrall. And yes, you can." He let go of her hair and threw back the covers. He was erect and thick, with a patch of curling brown hair covering his balls. "Suck your God's cock."
She situated herself and boldly took his head in her mouth, slowly moving up and down until she had it halfway into her mouth. She felt him grab her hair, as he slowly thrust into her open mouth.
"Deeper, thrall." He said in a dark, lusty voice that made her body tighten.
She obliged. Of the people she had been with in the village, most had been smaller and skinnier than the God. But she was determined to try and fit his entire member inside her mouth.
With each thrust, she moved her head towards his body, and after some working she managed to almost meet her lips to his body. She paused and reveled in the feel of his cock hitting the back of her throat, just barely allowing her to breathe. She closed her eyes and slid her mouth down the last inch. She heard him curse as her lips touched his body.
