Fiery

Dea looks at you, before cracking her knuckles and slowly making her way towards you. "So you like peeping huh? On my first night here too." Her eyes look angry and full of ****. "Knowing men I would have given it at least a week but it seems you lot still can't control yourselves, mortal or not."

She slowly begins taking heavy steps towards you and you stumble to the ground, trying to back away from her. You try to get back up to your feet but she quickly closes the space between you two with speed that's anything but human. "As a goddess, I guess it would be my job to rehabilitate you and put you on the right path, don't you think?"

"What do you mean by tha-" You are interrupted by Dea straddling you, her crotch hovering over yours as she stares down at you with a smile that screams malicious.

"I would usually say, I hope you don't mind, but given the circumstances, you don't get to mind, " she says, before lowering her hips her quim making contact with your dick, with only the fabric of your pants separating the two. She begins gyrating her hips in a circular motion as you feel her pussy lips finding the shape of your cock and gripping at it faintly. The sensation causes you to attempt to stifle a groan from escaping your lips as you feel a warmth slowly begin to rise from inside of you. This goes on for a while until you feel that warmth reach its peak,, but just as you feel yourself about to cum, Dea abruptly stops.

"I'm sorry was I interrupting something?" she asks mockingly. Still sitting atop you.

You feel disappointed as you try to physically grind against her but as a response, she simply stands up and walks back to the bed sitting on it with her arms crossed.

"Too bad, guess you'll have to use your hands tonight, huh?"

It seems she meant it mockingly but she's right, So what if she doesn't let you cum? The gods didn't give you 2 hands for nothing. Matter of fact, you're an adult, and a Duke at that, you're sure if you managed to scrounge up enough money from the castle's coffers you'd be able to afford a prostitute (or the king's wife). You stand back up, more confident in yourself, more sure. You turn to exit the room, yes, you may be stuck with Dea for a year, but with this new self-discovery, you'll never fall for cheap tricks like that again.

"Hey, Duke-dude." you hear from behind you.

You turn back to see Dea with her arm still crossed but her legs wide open putting on display her puffy pink lips staring straight at you.

"Come get."