Night Ride

In contrast to their run a few days ago, they were a bit more evenly matched now that they were both on cycles. Just a little bit. John's secondhand Harley had seen better days while Emura's was a top of the line sport bike with more horsepower than a whole herd of mustangs. If they had been racing she still would have left him in the dust.

They weaved in and out of traffic like a ballet dance until finally the road opened up and it was just the two of them. Emura playfully drove in a circle around him then settled to drive right alongside him. She held out her hand to him as gently and gracefully as if they were on a casual walk, not hurtling down the road at 80 mph. He kept an eye on the road and nervously reached over to take her hand. She squeezed affectionately and they held hands like that following a straight stretch of for a couple miles.

After a few minutes of that, Emura gingerly unzipped her jacket and flashed him one of her nipples, twisting it seductively. Then she reared up on her back tire and zoomed ahead of him. John followed her onto the next exit and they took a meandering route back towards the city until Emura pulled over at a rest stop overlooking downtown.

She hopped off her bike before it completely stopped, but it stayed upright on its own and the kickstand lowered automatically. As John coasted to a stop she took off her golden helmet with a glamorous hairflip.

"What a view," he said, "And I don't just mean the scenery." She smiled at the compliment and sat down on top of a picnic table.

"The skyline is a bit smaller than it used to be though," she said glumly.

"Hey don't worry about that right now," he said taking a seat next to her, "You're a thousand years old, you can afford to relax for a few hours. Does your body even feel stress?"

"Not physically," she said, "But a massage would feel nice."

"As you wish, m'lady," he said and unzipped her leather jumpsuit exposing her bare shoulders. Underneath she wore just a sleeveless shirt which contained her enormous tits about as well as a dam that was about to burst.

Her body felt real enough, despite knowing that it wasn't. Her arms and shoulders were supple and soft in all the right places, but just as muscular as his. As he kneaded her shapely arms, she hummed with pleasure and squirmed slowly in his grasp.

Then she closed her eyes and sighed and a puff of smoke escaped her lips. Her skin suddenly felt burning hot and John yanked his hands back in pain.

"Oh goodness!" Emura said, "I am so sorry!" Her body heat cooled down again and she grabbed his hand.

"It doesn't look like a burn," she said, "You're ok. I got a bit carried away there, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he said, "It's just a bit numb."

"Thank you for the massage though," she said and leaned against him sideways. He draped one of his arms over her shoulders and she snuggled up into his embrace.

"You want some coffee?" She asked.

"Where?"

Emura rolled her eyes and summoned two steaming hot cups right into her hands.

"Can you teach me that?" He asked.

"Oh right," she said, "I was supposed to give you your first formal lesson tonight too."

"Hey I got a little bit of teaching today," he said.

"Yeah, during a crisis," she said, "Sounds like today has been your baptism by fire. When was the last time you even slept?"

"Now that you mention it..."

"Sleep tonight," she said, "I mean it. So, what actually happened at the factory anyway? Marquez made sure I knew that she knew something was up, tried to blame me, but I never got anything specific."

John told her everything that happened from his first meeting with Amelia until he saw her off with the rest of her flock.

"You met Sadis?" Emura asked.

"Oh, is that her name?" He said, "It's appropriate, that's for sure."

"You have no idea," Emura said, "I'm not joking, she hunts mortals for sport. If I had known she was there I never would have sent you."

"I lived, didn't I?" He asked.

"You got lucky," she said, "The only mortal who has ever bested her is Woods. I just... don't want anything to happen to you."

"What?" John asked, "That sounded like you actually care."

"I meant as my employee," she said, perhaps a little too quickly or perhaps not.

"So am I really just your boy toy?" He asked. She rolled her eyes and kissed him once, then she kissed him again longer. When they pulled back they stared at each other long and hard. She gazed into his eyes, but he could only watch her sexy shapely lips as they parted.

"I wish I could look into your eyes," he said, "They're so cool and sexy."

"Go ahead then," said the duplicate she just summoned, "Look into my eyes." The second Emura leaned in closer and ran her fingers through his hair while the real Emura kissed him on the cheek.

"How are you so hot?" He asked.

"You know the answer to that," she said, "How are you so handsome though?" Suddenly the real or rather original Emura faded into a cloud of dust leaving only the second one standing in front of him. He felt himself drawn into her hypnotic eyes and he blinked in confusion and looked at her lips again instead.

She smirked and peeled off her tight leather jacket and dropped it. Before hitting the ground it appeared folded neatly on the table. Now she was in just her too tiny tank top and tight booty shorts, but not for long. She pushed him backwards to lie down on the table and stripped out of her shirt, leaving her naked from the waist up, and climbed on top of him.

"Kiss me again," she hissed into his ear and they started ravenously making out. Her long, serpentine tongue explored every inch of his mouth until she practically stuck it down his throat. Meanwhile their hands explored each other's bodies until their fingers interlocked. Emura wrenched his arms over his head and pulled her tongue out of his mouth so he could breathe. It erotically slid back between her lips and she kissed his neck and shoulders.

"Shirt off," she said, "Now."

He didn't waste another second after that and she licked his bare chest while he tried to pull his throbbing, aching cock out of his pants. She was completely naked not a moment later, her shorts joining the rest of her clothes on the table.

She propped her hips up for him to maneuver his manhood into place. Then she kissed him again and moaned into his mouth as she sat down on his shaft.

"Holy fuck!" She said and ground her hips on him.

John for his part was in heaven or Valhalla, he wasn't sure which. Emura's insides were hotter and wetter than any other woman, like a volcanic hot spring. This time she must have been using her magic to protect him from the heat, but it felt indescribable.

He grunted and moaned under her soaking wet sexual bombardment of his cock, and she wasn't even as tight as he remembered yet. Then she clenched her inner walls so tight it was a fist holding onto his shaft. And the way her lips tickled his cockhead make him shiver with each of her thrusts.

Her gigantic tits were so heavy on his chest he could hardly breathe, and her strong but delicate fingers stroking his arms gave him goosebumps. Every part of her supernaturally sublime body was taking him to new heights of pleasure that he never knew were possible.

He remembered last night when she had first declared herself a goddess. He didn't believe it then, but he knew it was true now. The fact he lasted as long as he did was a feat as noteworthy as wounding a god or fighting a Valkyrie and living to tell about it. But the truth was her will was now a fundamental **** of the universe. No mortal man could last even a minute when all of her divine willpower was devoted to making him cum harder than any man ever had.

It felt like it lasted for months, but in reality it was only forty seconds. When he came it was like a volcanic eruption, and her pussy felt like a mouth the way she sucked all of his seed out of his cock and swallowed it. His balls were completely literally dry three minutes later, but not even a speck of cum dripped onto the table. He felt completely disconnected from reality qs every part of his brain not dedicated to feeling pleasure simply shut down for a whole minute.

When he came to, gasping for breath, Emura was lying down on the table next to him. Her mountainous boobs rose and fell as hypnotically as her eyes.

"I promised to give the best orgasm of your life," she said.

"Yes you did," he said and noticed he was holding her hand.

"And who knows," she said running her finger down his chest, "Maybe you even gave me your firstborn just now."

"You still owe me a threesome though," he said.

"Well aren't you greedy," she said, "Just like a dragon. Well, as much as I would love to lay here with you all night, my knight, I do have a bed that's a lot more comfortable."

John sighed with utter satisfaction and nodded in agreement. Then they slipped back into their clothes, kissed one last time under the moon, and climbed back on their motorcycles back to Emura's house. And her bedroom.