Godslayer Lysette: A Night With Lysette [R-18]

~A Night With Lysette~

(Context: This takes place between Chapter 112 and 113, just as and after Mirae ascends to divinity.  If the R-18 indication didn’t give it away, this is a smut chapter.  This is first-person, told from Mirae’s perspective.)

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I wake up abruptly in the middle of the night with a raging pressure in my head.  It doesn’t hurt exactly.  More and more thoughts are racing through my mind as I struggle to make sense of everything that’s happening to me.  Lysette, my beloved, continues to hold me.  She continues to hold me a little close, pulling me closer to her even as she continues to Cultivate.

I don’t know how I know that she’s doing so.  I’m not using my aurasight at the moment.  It’s still difficult for me to fight like my goddess even when I’m at peak mental and physical stamina, let alone doing so while trying to relax.  I should be sleeping now, and yet, I still feel no fatigue.  Just longing, craving, overwhelming desire for the woman who has me in her arms.

She doesn’t sleep.  She never does; she never needs to.  I know firsthand how her mind works, how she thinks and feels.  The first time was during the attack on the Academy, though we have jointly Cultivated numerous times since then, and I’ve gotten further glimpses into the mind of my divine lover.  She seems to be able to partition her mind into different tranches and maintain concentration on several different things at once.  Such is the divine power my love wields.

Her touch is soft and warm as she buries my face into her chest.  I smile.  They are so soft and warm and I can’t help but get excited at the way they shiver as I trace my fingers along them, spiraling along toward those perky pink nipples.  My icy touch causes her entire body to tense up for a moment.  I freeze, worried that I had disturbed her in the midst of her meditations, as she reflects upon her Reciprocity and through it, a way to grow stronger in preparations for the trials which lie ahead.

But she only unhooks her bra straps with a pair of shadowy sinews and exposes those perfect teardrops, teasing me with her invitation to continue.  And I do.  A few gentle licks at first to whet my appetite, and with any luck, Lysette’s as well.  I coat my tongue in a thin layer of ice as I do, teasing her nipples at first with cold, gentle licks, sliding up and down, painting each of them with my lips before finally giving her a long, hard suck.  I pull her nipples toward me and feel them fill up, and still, I crave more.  I need more.  I need to have every bit of her, to prove to myself that she is mine and mine alone.  And to demonstrate to myself that I am hers and only hers, that I could never want nor need nor desire anyone else.

She moans, but I can tell it is distant.  That she is urging me back to sleep to ensure we are both ready for the flight back to Domark in the morning.  And yet, I feel no fatigue.  I feel no desire to do anything but continue to Devote myself to her in mind, in body, in soul, and all other ways.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but sleep doesn’t come.  I focus on Lysette’s body, listening to that gentle heartbeat.  As I do, I notice my own growing quiet and distant.  That bit of parch in the back of my throat is gone, as is any lingering hunger for anything but my goddess’s most sweetest of nectars.

For hours I think about things.  About my love, about the fight with Galea and the strange construct’s words.  About the Aestori, about Lysette’s trials, about her doctrines, which I strive to uphold with everything that I am.  About my family back in Domaria, where my mother might be, if my grandmother is doing okay with me away at school and now here with my love.

About the people of Ciricu, who my love has taken under her divine protection.  Part of me worries that this is too much responsibility for her, too soon, and that she is not yet ready to assume such a role so soon.  I want to join her, to be by her side, to have her and support her and take her.

Yes, a part of me desires her for myself, exclusively in every way.  I know she has her own goals, her own vengeance to seek, a vision of a better future for all of us.  I want that for her.  But I am…  She says she is selfish at times.  I suppose I am as well.  Maybe in that regard I am becoming more like her.  I hope that I am.

Sleep still doesn’t come despite hours passing, despite the fact I have slept hardly a wink all night.  Even though the thoughts continue to race, keeping me awake when I should be too tired to think, I am able to still better grasp the surge of information coming in.  I feel Lysette’s skin with ever more intensity.  Her soft breaths should be quiet, yet I feel their warmth and hear their sound as though they are the only thing on Aimarion.

Her entire body, calls to me, beckons me for more.  I need her and only her.  Finally, she rouses and greets me.  The very first lights of the impending dawn greet us, and I take a moment to enjoy the sweet timbre of my goddess’s voice before responding.

We talk for a bit, and she reveals to me that she gave me a gift that only she could.  A portion of her divinity, which now rests within me.  I can scarcely believe it, but as I stop to reflect upon her words, I know them to be true.  That I am now the same as her.  I love it, I love her, I love us and I want to abscond to a world of only us and remain there for all eternity.  If only she will have me.

So when she asks me what I want to do, I brim with delight as I answer.  “I may not need to eat anymore.  But that doesn’t mean that I can’t.  Nor does it mean that I can’t and won’t enjoy it.”

And I do.  I again suck on her nipples which have stood there, teasing me for hours.  But unlike before, Lysette moans those sweet sounds that only encourage me onward.  I don’t give in to my lust just yet.  Not fully, anyway.  I continue to tease away at her body.  A kiss on the cheek.  A nibble on her ear, a gentle suction.  I trace my fingers down her neck, then down her sides.  I experience those delectable curves that make up her impossibly hot figure as I goad her and prepare her body for consumption.

I flare out my aura, something which now comes far easier as a deity.  I focus one of these mental partitions entirely upon it, searing every curve, every mound of flesh on that literally divine body as I trace my hands around her waist, then down her lower abdomen to the inside of her thighs.  I feel the glistening wetness building between them.  I feel the wetness building between my own legs, my own desire for my lover made manifest upon my flesh.

I spread her legs and enjoy that scent of lemon emanating out of my lover’s divine body.  And I love it.  I see her trembling, feel her gentle shaking as she exposes her most intimate bits for my enjoyment.  And I wait.  I pause, though it takes all of my willpower to do so.

“May I?” I ask.

“You don’t need to ask, love.”

“I know.  But I want to.  I want to hear you consent.  I want to hear the sound of you telling me what you want from me.  I want your voice to echo in my ears as I dive in.”

Lysette nodded.  “Mirae, love.  Take me.  Please, Mirae.  Take me, all of me.  I…”

Lysette can’t finish that last sentence, as my tongue has already cooled down far colder than ice as I plunge it inside of her, sucking up every trace of her lemony honey.  She screams and tries to clamp her thighs down on my head.  But I hold her open, astonished at my new strength as I pull her legs back and again salivate.

“Not fair, Mirae—Aieeee!”

I add my finger into the mix, slipping it inside my lover’s body as my tongue darts toward her throbbing, pulsing, beating pearl of divinity just above.  Lysette screams like I’ve never seen from the combined sensations.  She pleads for me to stop, that it’s too much.  I wait, but when I see she wants more from her pleading face and the clenched teeth, I go even harder than before.

I coat my finger in a thick sheath of ice and I plunge it inside Lysette.  I grin.  I smirk even, seeing her try to resist the throbbing pleasure she’s experiencing.  My aura shows it to me, the pulsing just beneath the surface.  She’s growing closer to losing control, and I fill with anticipation.  I grow more ice around my finger and I plunge it to the very limits of Lysette.  I feel her clamping down even harder, but with an icy encasing to surround my love, she is at my mercy.

I say that, but she wants it.

“Scream my name,” I say.  “Scream the name of your lover, who’s making you feel all this way.”

“Mirae!  Mirae!  Mi– Rae!”  The ground shakes as she says my name for the third time.  My ice shatters from the sheer force of her orgasm.  She clenches my finger, pulls it as deep as it’ll go.  Her insides pulse and beckon me further, and as she continues to suck on my finger, I feel my own body reaching its limit as well.

Despite the intensity of her pleasure, she senses it as well.  Shadows form around her fingers and snake around my legs.  I wrap both my legs around her right thigh and I begin to rub.  Hard.  Fast.  I want to test the limits of this new body of mine, feel how intense I can make my own pleasure.

Lysette obliges me, holding herself back as I continue to ride her thigh.  She wraps her legs around my right thigh as well and before long, she and I are rocking back and forth, grinding ourselves deeper and harder into each other’s flesh.

“Lyse,” I moan.  “So good.  So, so go–ood!”  Her skin is so glossy, covered in my own drippings, and I can tell from the way Lysette is moaning and grimacing and coating my thighs that she’s getting close to a second round.  I blush and grin at how lucky I am, knowing that she can build up again so quickly after such an intense burst of pleasure.  I hope my new body will be able to keep up with her.  If not, she will need to train me until I can match her stamina in and out of the bedroom.

That thought excites me as I cool the air around us.  It’s a lost cause despite my best efforts.  The two of us are grinding harder and faster than before, Lysette Reciprocating my pace exactly.  She’s teasing me, goading me, testing me, all the while having the time of her life.  Her hands are on my hips, guiding my thrusts up and down her leg, while shadows slip in between my legs and tease my own intimate bits.

But it’s not enough for either of us.  More shadows make their way to my breasts.  I don’t always love them.  They are a reminder that society does not always see me as who I am, but as the woman it expects me to be.  But when it is just us, when it is Lysette who touches my body, who sees me as I am and yet acknowledges the me I see myself as, I am not bothered.

That’s not quite true, I correct as I scream Lysette’s name.  I love it, I love my breasts as much as I can any other part of this body.  I love knowing that it’s one more part of my body that gives both of us these intense feelings of lust and satisfaction.  Maybe, though I still want to get rid of them while outside, change my body to better reflect my sense of self, I can find a way to temporarily grow them back for such bedroom fun.  Or find some other way to mimic this sensation of having so much of me stimulated all at once.

I’m building even closer.  So close, I can almost taste it.  I see Lysette is close as well.

“Mirae, almost there?”  Lysette asks as though she doesn’t know, can’t see it for herself.

“Together?” I ask.

She nods slightly.  We both pick up the pace.  Lysette slips shadows inside both of us, pulsing them out, stretching us both slightly as we continue to grind faster.  I clamp down on her thigh, she does for me.  I am nearly there, can barely hold on, and yet, just as I’m about to climax, she stops me.  Lysette makes me wait for her to catch up, makes me wait despite knowing that I’ve soaked our entire bed with my limitless desire, my unwavering Devotion to her.

It’s only ten seconds, but it’s the longest ten seconds of my life before she finally lets me know the sweet pleasure of release.  And she Reciprocates as she always does, clamping so hard on my thigh that she could have crushed my femurs had I still been mortal at that moment.

The feeling is indescribable… more than a mortal body can handle.  If I were human, my muscles would have torn themselves apart, ground themselves to dust as wave after wave of pleasure spreads through me.  And not just once.  She touches me yet again, finding the very core of my pleasure zones and coaxing me to a still greater release which builds off the first one.

I am… dead.  By all accounts, I should have died and gone off to wherever gods go when they expire.  I can barely move, but that’s okay.  As dawn nears and the time to wake approaches, I lay motionless, unable to do anything but lie on top of Lysette’s body, feeling the warmth of her breath and skin as our flesh pulses as one.

“Absolutely amazing, Mirae,” Lysette whispers in my ears.  “Better than I could have imagined.”

“I–”  I struggle to focus coherently enough to form words.  Three distinct mental partitions all overwhelmed processing such incredible, mind-shattering pleasure.  “I–  love you, Lysette.”

“I love you too, Mirae.”  She gives me a kiss on the cheek.

And another wave of ecstasy takes hold of me, lasting until sunlight finally forces us apart.