Not a chance.

How embarrassing would it be if you, a God, let this smug little temptress make you blow all over her feet? It didn't matter how short your refractory period was now that you've reached divinity. At this point it was a matter of male pride. With both regret and relief, you suddenly grasp both of her ankles in your hands, startling her from her reverie before she could bring you to completion. Wide eyes stare up into your own hungry gaze, a gaze that told her you were taking back control, and you knew exactly how you wanted to do it.

You spread her legs wide, pushing her left off to the side while you pulled the right over your shoulder, effectively splitting her in two and exposing all of her to the world. Raging hard-on bobbing in the open, you then climb onto the table with your knees to join her, spreading her even wider with your needy approach. Suddenly self-conscious she tries to shield her pussy from you with timid fingers but you stop her with a firm grip on her wrist.

"None of that now," you growl huskily. "I think my fingers belong there more than yours."

She bites down hard on her lip and makes another sound; a whimper. It was a whimper dripping with desire and need. You had needs too. You needed to hear that sweet voice she kept locked away. Shoving her hand away, you ramp up the teasing to a new level by tracing and curling around her netherlips. She sucks in a breath at your touch, back arching in pleasure as she throws that same hand up to her mouth to stifle her groans, which at this point were little more than squeaks reminiscent of a mouse. She was panting fiercely now, eyes clamped shut as her body jolted with every rolling pass your fingers made against her swollen clit. Her legs had now fallen to your sides as she twitched and shuddered with pre-orgasmic shudders but you were far from done with her.

Easing off her pussy once more, you bask in the keening whimper of frustration she let show. Angrily, she reaches up to snatch your hair in a **** grip and pulls you down over her. If there was any question in the size difference before, it was painfully obvious now. Your larger frame literally draped over hers. Glaring into your eyes, she silently demanded to know why you kept denying her release.

"Why would I make you cum with my fingers... when I could instead make you cum with this?"

Without warning, you lunge forward and spear the entirety of your length into her sopping depths, bottoming out in one fell swoop and penetrating deeper than anyone or anything else had done before. She was tight.

"Ahhhh...!" she finally screams, eyes wide as full body spasms **** her.

You made Neo cum. You made her, the Mute, scream while cumming. Her pussy fluttered wildly around you while her legs locked tight around your waist. She was shaking out of control, grinding her hips into yours wantonly as ecstasy-induced blubbering spilled from her throat. She throws her arms around your neck and pulls you into a voracious kiss, plundering your mouth with her raving tongue. It was music to your ears, hearing abandon her pretenses for silence while you sawed in and out of her with long strokes. Worth it. So worth it. You had gotten each other so utterly worked up, not even Armageddon itself would be able to stop you, but it was also a double edged sword. She drove you insane with her footjob earlier, and it was a snowball's chance in Hell that you could resist it this time.

"Fuck... I'm... already..." you pant as you tear your mouth away from hers.

"C-..."

... what was that...?

"C-...!"

You couldn't believe your ears. You lock eyes with Neo's in astonishment, not quite believing what it was you were hearing until she cupped her hands around your face.

"Cum...!" she begs with a **** whisper.

It was too much, too unbelievably adorable and erotic to ignore. It was your turn to scream as you bury yourself to the hilt inside this tiny woman and violently fire. Your muscles flexed powerfully with each spurt, spewing thick globs spunk deep into her ravenously thirsty cunt. Over and over again you thrust through the orgasm, packing your cum hard against her cervix and spilling the excess onto the massage table. She tears her eyes away from yours to stare at your thick shaft literally pump her full of cum, groaning loudly at the searing heat brought from being filled to the brim as it sent her into a second orgasm. With every spewing thrust back into her you made, she pointedly rolled her hips against yours, milking you for everything you had. Release had never before felt so sweet.