Comfort Her

You take Venus into your arms, and she leans against you with a sign. You notice your no longer out of shape. In fact, your body looks like a god's - as it should.

"Don't worry Doe," you say, "We are gods now, you can do whatever you want."

She smiles at that, appreciating your efforts to comfort her. You can't ignore the feeling of her soft skin against yours, the weight of her body pressed against your chest, her touch intoxicating.

She shifts slightly, parting her legs, and you notice immediately the small wet patch in the middle of her panties.