Chapter 32
Envy
Afterward, he kisses her slowly. Still encased between her thighs, still breathing hectically, he seals her mouth with his own.
And so, Envy gives what’s left of himself to this goddess.
Her skin is fleece, as soft as this moment. A gorgeous profusion of pink trails over her body, beckoning his lips to map out each blush until she chuckles.
When she combs through his hair, no intimacy has ever felt so enticing. With his cock still lodged in her glorious pussy, nothing has ever felt this agonizing.
Refusing to pull out of Sorrow’s drenched cunt, he nudges deeper until she whimpers. Wrapping themselves around one another, they stare while waterfalls pound against the rocks.
Mustering the courage, he marvels at Sorrow, who peers back through vibrant, pleasured eyes. From that look alone, a landslide of emotions tackles his heart to the foundation. Over millennia, countless deities have lusted after him, but none have ever looked at Envy this way.
Dipping his head, he skates his nose against hers. “You are my pleasure and pain.”
She gulps. “Back atcha.”