Soul God Dominates the Mortal World-Chapter 36: Deeper! [R-18]

"Ugh" Deus closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the satisfying feeling of her tongue on his on his dick, sucking it into her warm mouth.

It felt heavenly, and the fact that he was new to this feeling made him wanting more. Heck, even men who’ve experienced this a thousand times wouldn’t refuse a blow job from a beautiful Milf goddess like Mira.

Hearing his groan of pleasure, She let out a soft satisfying hum, her breath teasing his skin before she began sucking, her mouth enveloping him with a gentle, hungry pull.

Her tongue swirled, tasting the oil’s faint sweetness mixed with his divine essence. Her head bobbing up and down, each movement slow and savoring, as if she were worshiping him.

Her hands continued their work, stroking in time with her lips, the rhythm building, sensual and unhurried, as she lost herself in the act, her heart pounding with the thrill of pleasing a god.

"Ugh!" Deus let out another low groan, the sound vibrating through the air, and Mira felt a surge of heat rush through her.

’This is it,’ she thought, her lips curving slightly as she continued, her movements a dance of devotion and desire, drawing him deeper into the mortal pleasure he’d been so curious about.

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

Mira’s lips moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she worked Deus’s throbbing dragon dick.

Her dark hair swayed with each motion, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, framing her face in a wild, sensual halo.

Her huge melons of breasts bounced softly with every dip, the generous curves straining against her robes, swaying in a hypnotic dance that matched the cadence of her mouth.

The fabric of her gown slipped lower, teasing glimpses of her creamy skin, glistening faintly with the sheen of oil and heat.

Inside her mouth, Deus felt a wet, velvet warmth, her lips sealing around him with a perfect, hungry pressure.

Her tongue swirled around his tip, flicking and teasing with quick, precise strokes, each one sending a jolt of raw pleasure through his divine body. The sensation was electric, her mouth a slick, heated haven that seemed to pull at his very essence.

Mira’s tongue lingered on the sensitive ridge of his tip, circling with a slow, deliberate hunger, tasting the faint salt of his skin mixed with the sweet oil from her hands.

Deus groaned, a low, primal sound that rumbled from deep in his chest, his body tensing as waves of pleasure coursed through him. Each bob of Mira’s head, each flick of her tongue, sent a fresh surge of heat through his veins, his divine composure fraying at the edges.

’Fuck, is this what mortals chase?’ he thought, his mind reeling as the sensation built, sharper and more intense than anything he’d imagined.

Mira felt a thrill at every groan, her heart pounding with excitement, her own body humming with heat.

His sounds were like fuel, each one urging her on, making her bolder, hungrier. She wasn’t clueless—she’d watched mortal sex experts work their craft countless times, and with her god-level comprehension, she mimicked their every move, every subtle twist and suck, down to the smallest detail.

Her lips tightened, her tongue danced, and she poured her focus into pleasing him, her eyes flickering up to catch his reactions, drinking in the sight of a god unraveling under her touch.

Seraphina and Nyx stood at the side, their eyes locked on the scene, faces flushed a deep crimson.

Their hearts fluttered, a mix of envy and anticipation stirring in their chests as they imagined themselves in Mira’s place, their own bodies aching to serve their master.

They weren’t clueless either—their battle armor felt suddenly too tight, their breaths shallow as they watched Mira’s head move, her breasts swaying, her lips working with relentless devotion.

Mira kept sucking, her movements growing more confident, more fluid. Her head dipped lower, taking him deeper, her lips sliding along his length with a wet, rhythmic glide.

Sometimes, she pushed him into her throat, deepthroating with a bold, sensual ease, her throat constricting around him in a tight, warm embrace.

Deus let out a louder groan, his hips twitching as the sensation of her throat wrapped around his dick sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through him.

’Fuck!’

Deus didn’t realise when some inner voice started screaming dirty words in his mind.

He was close, the pressure building like a storm in his core.

"Do you feel the pleasure, Lord?" Mira mumbled, her voice muffled around him, vibrating against his skin as she sucked harder, treating his dick like the most delicious lollipop ever created.

Her tongue swirled faster, her lips pumping with a steady, hungry rhythm, her hands stroking the base of his length in sync with her mouth. She pushed him deeper again, her throat tightening, her eyes watering slightly but never breaking from his face, reveling in the way his divine features reacted with pleasure.

Unable to hold on any longer, Deus’s hands moved, instinctive and commanding, gripping her head with a firm but gentle hold.

Mira didn’t resist, her body yielding as he took control.

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

He began ramming his dick into her throat, each thrust deeper, harder, the slick heat of her mouth driving him wild. The sensation was unreal—her throat tight and pulsing, her tongue still teasing even as he moved.

He felt like he was having the moment of his life, a divine being lost in a mortal pleasure he’d never known.

’If I’d known it was this good, I’d have chased it sooner’, he thought, his mind drowning in the heat, the rhythm, the fucking addiction of it all.

Mira’s breasts bounced with each thrust, the motion wilder now, her robes slipping further to reveal their full, heavy curves.

Her hands braced against his thighs, fingers digging into his divine muscle as she surrendered to his pace, her throat working to take him deeper.