Pound her into the soft furs.

Noriko was splayed out, her long, silky black hair spread underneath.

Lying in anticipation atop the makeshift bedding she’d laid down for the night.

With her heart pounding, she braced herself as her Lord made good on all those visions and dreams, and emulated them without knowing. Placing himself between her legs like he was conquering a new land, slowly thrusting inside.

While capturing her mouth in another rugged kiss, joining them together.

That was new, and sent many jolts of sheer pleasure up and down her body…! Most of her senses still went wild from even just getting the very tip, from living out in reality what had only once been the realm of her deepest, most ‘impure’ fantasies.

Even without the voice cautioning him, her Lord knew better than to go too hard.

Just enough to lay her flat, covering Noriko with his muscular body, and forcing their hips to move together as he went deeper. It was a first for both of them; to be explored at a steady, even pace.

When she called out around and through his mouth, blue eyes wide, he stopped. Barely having pushed in, and yet encountering so much pressure and resistance. It felt obscenely good; his short existence had no equal to the sensations flooding the top half of his dick, and his own skin was flush with excitement, cheeks heating up to match hers.

It encouraged him, but he had to make sure she was okay.

When he realized the noises were indeed of pleasure, he obeyed the impatient commands of the voice, and got back to work upon the gorgeous canvas of this girl’s pear-shaped body.

The motions of his body were like waves. From his wide, manly back they traveled smoothly down, all the way down to his hips. Noriko’s generous chest, which would spill out of both hands, squished and gave as much as possible as she arched her own back in return. The welcoming softness had so much yield, but because of how much there was, it could only be pushed so far without causing pain.

Something he wasn’t willing to do, not even a bit. Not even if the voice insisted it was ‘natural’ for a girl to suffer a bit, her first time.

Drawing in a deep breath as they pressed intimately close, he slid one of his arms behind her, pulling her up and towards him off the ground without effort, and thus impaling her steadily deeper still.

Going inside of a woman was heavenly, even for an actual divine being, and he wondered how he’d gone all day without such an incredible sensation.

Until there was no more to give, and he bottomed out within the moaning, panting human priestess. Despite being clearly as inexperienced as him in this area, having been kept pure, she had been able to accommodate his length.

Without a hint of pain evident anywhere on her expression, or in her heart.

Though there was a trickle of blood down below, proof she had flowered into full bloom as a woman.

She scarcely even noticed, the thrill of rising lusts and desires coursing through her body like she was possessed. Being fulfilled was intoxicating. Physically, she was of course filled to bursting, wrapping her legs around his hips more out of instinct than will. Trying to hold him in, hold him still, let herself adjust to this feeling.

Her Lord was going through his own revelation. Noriko was so tight, needy, warm inside. The sensation was new, and pleasure wracked his soul At least she had dreamed of it, poor as those dreams measured up to the living, breathing, flexing reality.

He’d had no frame for reference.

For a being that might live forever, Noriko Akiyama would define what ‘woman’ meant until the last star fell. Everyone else, consciously or unconsciously, would be compared against Noriko; larger, smaller, quieter, louder.

Tighter, or looser.

Though he could scarce even imagine another girl who clung to him so desperately, inside and out, cutely begging with pouting eyes that he should never leave her. Yet something in him (like the voice, again growing impatient) demanded he pull back. When he did, he expected the unending tidal wave of sensations to lessen. Instead, it caused all that friction, the pleasurable buildup, to intensify.

Noriko let out a supremely cute squeak at the feeling deep inside, and clung tighter, but she could do little to keep him inside against his will.

He wasn’t gone long; this time, he pressed in harder, faster than before. Just by a bit. Going down to the hilt, then back up, and repeating this steadily increasing rhythm. Something in whatever passed for a god’s animal instincts told him doing it faster was better; it made them resonate deeper.

A good instinct, for both of them could scarcely handle the pleasure. Noriko looked away constantly, though her eyes always wandered back.

Her Lord grew more bold and forceful with strokes and thrusts. Going deeper, staying longer, swirling himself around with the rotation of his hips and stirring her up inside. The slick, soft noises of their joining were concealed beneath Noriko’s cries.

Considering the shockwaves of orgasms he’d given her with his mouth, she was in no state to hold out long. She quickly found herself cumming around his dick, tensing up, crying out. Lifting her voice in adoration. He held her tight through each orgasm, rocking together, always laying in more kisses wherever his head happened to be. Usually, this meant finding his way to her breasts and ravishing them, though the voice told him in annoyance to diversify.

Like kissing, nibbling, and suckling on her neck more.

A weak spot to remember for later, for even in the midst of a shuddering orgasm Noriko reacted very well. Feeling his teeth lightly brush against her neck sent all the animal juices flowing to the right places.

Making one impressive mess.

So much came out that the two, still pressed together in loving intimacy, both leaked her juices onto the furs. He kissed her as they peaked, this time together.

He couldn’t hold it back, and made no effort to try.

“Oh, do remember to make your seed safe,” the voice commanded him. “While breeding is a natural instinct, any mortal could do that. Your high priestess is too critical a resource to waste. Oh? I’m sorry dear boy, but that’s just the way of it.”

This was the first moment that he was certain the voice wasn’t just a part of him, because he’d never agree to that way of thinking, seeing people as mere assets.

He grunted, pouring a great big load deep into Noriko.

Completing his conquest, and making her his woman.