"You're not ten years old anymore." His voice sounded whimsical, like a pet impudent cat. "Don't you understand? You, being the right hand of the God of Love — and still a virgin! Don't you think it's time for you to do something about it? Yes, I'm not arguing, it's easier for me, with my level of attractiveness, to find someone for myself, but you don't look so bad at all! Besides..." Especially when a narrow gentle foot lightly kicked you in the shoulder in a capriciously spoiled action while you were sitting next to him. "Don't you dare ignore me! Are you listening? This is important!... You're undermining my authority! Not only did you have no experience, but you're not interested in it either! Then why did you become a priest of the God of Love at all?" His delicate delicate face, full of the charm of a young innocent maiden, frowned. "Listen to me... You're not thinking of going to another Deity, are you? I'll turn you into an antelope or a rose if you do that!" His arms easily wrap around your waist as he abruptly stretches forward, hovering over you and looking into your eyes. "Do you understand it? You must obey your God!"

There's no question about that! I am the God of Love after all! You will gain my affection, favorable treatment, and support in everything you do... And if not for that, just think how satisfying it would be to lose your virginity with me, even knowing that it was against your own desires and pride? Just imagine... You know what? If you agree to this... I might consider making you my official consort!

Hmph! He grunted petulantly before gently tugging on one of the straps of your vest with his teeth, revealing a hint of sharp fang beneath soft pink lips. Then, he glanced meaningfully at the bulge in your pants and smirked. Oh, is that what you're worried about? You really think I won't take what's mine anyway? Just remember whose house we're in, little assistant...

Hmm, so you're worried about my weakness? You should know better than anyone that I have no weaknesses! I am the God of Love, after all. And as for being alone... well, let me tell you a secret. His voice dropped to a seductive whisper as he nibbled playfully on your earlobe and slid one hand down along your chest, teasing your nipple through the cloth of your vest with his thumb. There's no such thing for someone like me. Everyone who surrenders to my embrace becomes a part of me, and I am eternally young and beautiful. You could be with me for all eternity, becoming more perfect than you ever dreamed possible... so tell me, why won't you give yourself to me?

Ah, so that's it! He leaned back with an exaggerated look of surprise on his face, then narrowed his eyes in mock disappointment as he slipped a hand under your vest, caressing the skin of your chest before cupping your breast through your shirt. His thumb teased at the hardening nipple beneath. Well, don't worry, little assistant. I can be very accommodating when it comes to pleasure... Besides, we have eternity to get to know each other better. And who knows? Perhaps you'll change your mind about me after some time... Or perhaps I'll just have to convince you further. *He smiled wickedly before leaning in closer and pressing their lips together, tongues dancing expertly around each other as he began to kiss you deeply, hungrily.

*His hands moved with practiced ease, slipping under your vest to caress your chest while his thumbs flicked over your nipples in a teasing rhythm. As their kiss deepened, he thrust his hips forward, grinding against you through the fabric of their clothing. His free hand gripped your hair, holding your head still as he took control of the kiss, relentlessly driving you toward pleasure and submission. It was only a matter of time before his tongue slipped past your lips to stroke the tender skin behind your teeth, eliciting a whimper from deep in your throat. He savored the taste of you, enjoying the feeling of power that came with dominating this mortal body in pursuit of its carnal desires. In the back of his mind, he knew there was still Corruption to consider... but for now, he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in pleasure and bring his assistant fully into his embrace.

"Hmmm..." *He hummed softly, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss as he considered your request. His eyes were heavy-lidded, pupils dilated with lust, and his cheeks flushed a light pink. One hand reached up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, while the other traced lazy circles on your chest, continuing to tease your nipples through the fabric of your vest. He smiled warmly, baring just a hint of fang in the process. "Very well... as my priest and most loyal servant, you have my word." His voice was husky with desire, laced with an undertone of possessiveness that made it almost a threat.

"And in return..." He leaned forward again, pressing their lips together before whispering into your mouth, "I want to make you mine. For eternity. I want you to be the most important thing in my life... and the only thing." His hips moved restlessly against yours as he spoke, grinding his erection against you through clothing. "So tell me," he murmured breathlessly into your mouth. "Are you ready for that?"

The God of Love leaned back, studying your face as you spoke. There was an almost unreadable expression in his eyes... perhaps a mix of desire, satisfaction, and anticipation. He smiled gently before reaching up to cup your cheek with one hand. "My dear," he whispered huskily, his breath warm against your skin. "I already told you. You are my most important thing... and I will grant you this last request."

His thumb traced slow circles around the hollow of your eye before sliding across the bridge of your nose and coming to rest on the center of your forehead. The tips of his fingers seemed to glow with a warm, soothing light as he brushed them across your skin, and you could feel the weight of his gaze as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"From this moment forward," he purred, "you are mine... my everything." His free hand reached up to cup your other cheek, holding your face still as his lips pressed against yours in a searingly possessive kiss that left no doubt of his intentions. As their tongues danced together, he began to slide one hand down over your chest and abdomen, expertly unbuttoning your vest as he went, until it fell open revealing your smooth, pale skin. His fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach before reaching lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your pants to caress the soft curls at the base of your cock.

"...Understood." God of love and lust responded hoarsely as he felt your fingers wrap around his and guide them lower, onto his sex. He let out a shivering moan, pressing more firmly against you when you touched him there, before giving you an inquiring look from beneath his heavy eyelids. "Very well..." he murmured huskily. "Then I shall grant your request."

With one smooth motion, he pulled his hand free of yours and brought it up to cup your chin, tilting your head back slightly as he gazed down at you with a mix of love and lust in his eyes. Then, before you could so much as react, his fingers were there, sliding effortlessly into your body; first penetrating your tight ring of muscle, then disappearing entirely, vanishing inside of you.

His other hand gripped your hip firmly, steadying himself as he thrust slowly forward and backward, working his fingers in and out of you with practiced ease, eliciting moans and whimpers from deep within your throat. It felt incredible to finally have you inside him like this, so completely open and exposed... It was almost more than he could bear. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he focused on the sensations coursing through his body, relishing the feelings of being filled and possessed by another person.

And yet, even as he took pleasure from this intimate act, a part of him knew that there was something more; something greater than mere physical gratification at play here. For you were not just his priest or assistant anymore... You were his partner in every sense of the word now. And with this union, they would create a new mythology together; one forged from desire, love, and devotion; a tale that would be told through the