A Suggestive Situation

“Come on, I’ll only take a little from right here.” Ydunn appealed. The side of my neck was gently caressed with seamless practice. Right where my jugular vein was.

“I know once you start, you are not going to choose to stop. You and your selfish personality.” I complained. “You know what? I have another god I can meet. The trickster god!” I needed to get stronger to beat the war god. I wouldn’t let Asa’s expectations in me be misplaced. “Why don’t you get off of me! I have things to do!”

“No, I won’t. I know what and who you are.” She grinned sinisterly.

“Huh?” Does she know that I am trying to steal spiritual energy from her or the other gods?

“I can feel you. I’m not wandering the dark as you think.” She propped up/bounced her well-built legs on my stomach again.

Dammit. Dammit all. How do I regain control of the situation? I don’t know. I’ve never been this screwed in my life. I wanted to shield my hands with my face. How can she sense that something is so amiss?

I’ll contact Asa! Telepathy is made for this! The telepathic line I projected to her containing my problems was rebuked by her signature mental membrane. No connection formed. Then her words were shot into my head like bullets using a one-way mental return line. [“You followed your man’s intuition into whatever situation you are in, so carve a way out.”] She said with underhints of humor. I shouldn’t have told Asa that I was going to the goddess of love. She is not being very cooperative. I quietly cursed Asa’s actions and mine.

“Your body as a whole is incredibly stiff. Just like a coiled spring. Is something else happening? Maybe in the land down under?” She implied in pretend obliviousness.

Evidently, to her, I struggled to form words.

“You, my beloved, are a no-good hussy. I bet you have feelings for every girl you meet. If you had a dear partner, what would they say and think?” She teased.

“That’s... this is all slander! This whole thing is messed up and misunderstood.” I found myself not admitting to anything.

She appeared to take my words in amusement.“Devote to me your heart!”

I shook my head.

“Devote to me your blood!”

“What do I get in return?” I confirmed.

“My first level of emblem.”

That…is really not much, I would guess. I’ll be greedy. “I’ll do it if you answer my questions.” We need information on the other gods to plan and manipulate them.

“Will do,” She replied instantly.

This is a classic underbid. That was an instant fold from Ydunn, and this dreadfully reminds me of times I’ve overpaid for orders on the job. “Take less than you desire. One second of feeding only.” I clarified in haste.

“That wasn’t part of your deal.” She snickered.

“You are the hussy! And a shady saleswoma-” I seethed, trying to shake my way out physically and from this faulty deal. I heard her cat-like movements too late.

Nyahh. Sensual, airy breath touched me softly. The trivial sounds of salivation and a crack of the jaw.

Clench. Two pinchers and a white toothy battalion. A pulsating, living, fluid stream gushed from my neck to her mouth for more heartbeats than I was comfortable. It was warm. So warm. And messy.

When she removed her instrument, I reaffirmed the area of attack. There was a well-defined bite mark and droplets of leftover blood. I stared at it over my hand and felt sickened. Yeah, this is not for me. I shivered. How ungratifying.

“A sweet, tasty serving. Many thanks.” She said cleaning her lips with finger and tongue.

“Questions first, then consummation. Why are you choosing to live nude? Can’t gods make clothing at will?”

She roared. "That's what your brain thinks about?"

“I wield it as a statement of power and domination over my enemies. They couldn’t be me even if they wanted to. It is remarkably obvious that bareness is the honest human form. What’s so wrong about that, beauty and perfection? I also know you lust for it, hussy beloved. You thirst for it as much as some do for blood.” She insisted. “I know you’ve been looking at it despite your crude efforts. Right, here.”

She beckoned to her midsection. “Touch it. Place your hands,” she dared.

I was tempted by her talents. I understood what they meant when they told me human greed knows no bounds. My stoic part of my brain beseeched me to take seriously how she held me tightly in the palm of her hands. A puppet dancing a string led show in the summer evening for a crowd. It wanted denial and a tactical retreat.

Ignorant that one. Why’d I even try to run from this? I don’t care about that logical, sappy stuff. You took my blood; this is repayment, you bloodsucker. Both of us seated on the floor, I reached out and caressed her flawless core with both hands. Awesome. I started inward and worked outward till I plainly held her by the hips.

The whole time, she overlooked my body with a melty, devoted smile.

Uhh. I realized that this was undeniably an obscene position and view. This wouldn’t be a sensible position to be caught in, huh. A while ago, I would have been too bashful to ever approach it. I thought about my pronounced growth.

Still, I retracted my hands as if they had touched fire. She peered curiously.

“New question. What is the purpose of your talisman?” I implored. The strange, wood amorphous talisman of endless human forms cast into one body was noticeable at an intimate distance.

“It is tied to my consummation and powers. It is my material treasure if you will.” She explained. So some form of magic, I would assume. “Enough. Consummate with me, I’m growing restless, waiting long for meager questions. Demonstrate your manhood, human.” She expressed.

“Tell me the power I’ll receive, first.” I insisted.

“The [Whispers of Delirium]. They are strongest on unprotected minds, and they cause disorientation, panic, mental undoing, and insanity, depending on the length and strength of the spell, which is relevant on emblem level. It is a voice modification, so it can be sneaked into your words.” She explained.

Hmm. “Are you using that magic on me? I felt inordinately willing to do things I wouldn’t have earlier.” I pressed.

“It is interlaced with my words, beloved. It is certainly intertwined with my godhood. As a medium, though, you have some natural mind protection. About that. You’ve consummated with others. How intriguing. Who? Who took your first time from me?” She demanded.

“Wait. Wait, how do you even know?” Wait. Now she definitely knows. I was close to slapping my face. I’ll be more careful in the future.

“You would be insane and undone by now otherwise. A mindless or muttering nonsense husk.” She stated.

I would need to thank Asa for that. “Anyhow, I don’t need to explain who I’ve consummated with, the same way you don’t have to.” I insisted.

“This situation is infuriatingly not equivalent for gods and humans, and you know it, but I have better things to do. Like doing you. Let’s see how compatible we are. Today, we are going to see if consummation will make life or take life.” She tuned.