 “Ouch!” “What do you mean ‘ouch’? You’re a god, you don’t feel pain.” “I can certainly feel you leaning on my hair.” “Sorry, but if you’d stop wriggling then I wouldn’t need to brace myself with my hands.” “If you’d speed the fuck up, I wouldn’t need to wriggle.” “You know, I’m a King, I have better things to do than sit here spiked on your cock, listening to you bitch.” “Fine, go do them. It’s not like a have a shortage of people throwing themselves at me.” “Huh, but can they do this?” “Uuuurrrrrrrrrr….” “Or this?” “Fuck! Point taken. Now are you going to move, or am I going to have to flip you over and fuck you through the mattress?” “Ah, but you like it better this way, don’t you?” “I know… ahhhh… your performance is much more impressive when you get to... oh shit… top from the bottom.” “And you get nothing out of lying there and watching me ride you.” “You are getting too fucking cocky. Just because I like being up your ass doesn’t make you anything special.” “Ha, I’ve seen what happens to mortals that become ‘special’ to the Gods. I’ll stick to being a casual fuck, thanks.” “Tartarus! Would you move!” “Mmmm.” “Fuck, oh fuck…” “Aaaah, touch me.” “Gods!” “Yessssssssssss…” “You’re on my hair again.” “Mmmmf…” “Iph, are you asleep?” ~ “Never change Iphicles. And I promise I’ll never let the other Gods think you’re a special mortal.”
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