Adjusting to immortality

Igna giggles joyfully as you push your cock past her eager lips. A week has passed since the events in the throne room of heaven, and you are still adjusting to the fact that you are a new god. Sharing the responsibility with Doe, you've taken over Venus's duties.

One of the greatest bonuses is that you're now immortal, and can have the fire sprite, Igna, as much as you want without getting burned. You've already had her a half dozen times this week.

She bobs her head up and down on your cock, sliding her lips over the thick shaft of veined flesh. Her tongue works the underside as she goes deeper, your cock working itself nicely into her throat. She stares up at you adoringly with her naughty green eyes.

When at last she comes up for air, she continues to jerk you off. Her palm is red hot, but you can easily withstand it. "I'm supposed to be bringing you to my mistress," she points out with a smile.

"I'm not the one who got down on her knees without asking," you reply.

"No," she agrees. "But then, I'm not the one wandering around with the twelve inch cock begging to be sucked. How am I supposed to resist?"

She leans in before you can defend yourself and licks your balls. You let out a groan and run your hands through her fire red hair. Her tongue works its way from the base of your shaft to the tip, where she sucks on the head of your cock luxuriously. As she does so, she unbuttons her shirt to let her large breasts go free.

Your dick pops out of her mouth, and she lifts up her tits instead. Sandwiching your member between them, she lifts them up and down to give you a titfuck.

"Mmm, your cock feels so good between my tits," she murmurs. "Ooh, just look at that! Doesn't it look so good? Doesn't it want to make you want to come?"

"I'd be lying if I said no," you say through gritted teeth.

Igna grins up at you. "Yeah? You're going to come?" She releases your cock from her tits so that you can jerk yourself off, aiming for her face. "That's it, my lord, that's it! Come for me!"

A second later, you do just that. Your semen shoots out, the first long stream hitting the side of her nose and running down over her cheek. The subsequent spurts go on her other cheek, on her forehead, and across her lips. Her tongue flickers out to lick up what she can.

"Lovely," she says with a smile, buttoning up her shirt once more. You sadly watch her breasts be covered up again. Igna's natural heat starts to evaporate your seed, and she wipes the rest off with the corner of her sleeve. She stands.

"Now, let's hurry," she says. "Oriana is waiting for you."