Kai's fingers slipped under the hem of Astrael's dress like they'd been rehearsing for three thousand years.
The fabric was warm, almost alive, sliding over skin that had never been touched by mortal hands. He dragged it upward slowly, savoring the way her breath hitched every inch. Her thighs were trembling now, pressed tight together like that would stop the flood he could already feel through the cloth.
"Last chance, Your Holiness," he murmured against her ear, letting his lips brush the sensitive point just below it. "Say the word and I stop. Or keep pretending you're not dripping down your own legs because a pervert offered to ruin you."
Astrael's nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave crescents. "I… I am a goddess," she managed, voice cracking like thin ice. "You cannot– ah!"
Two fingers slid along her slit through the soaked fabric, pressing just hard enough to make her knees buckle. The sound she made was not divine. It was filthy. Wet. Desperate.
"Cannot what?" Kai asked innocently, circling her clit with the kind of precision usually reserved for speedrunning hentai games. "Cannot cum in front of a mortal? Too late. You're already clenching around nothing."
She tried to glare. It came out as a pout that belonged on a much less holy face. "This… this is merely a physical reaction. It means nothing. I still despise–"
He pushed the cloth aside and touched her bare for the first time.
Astrael's entire body jolted like he'd plugged her into a wall socket. Her head fell back, silver hair spilling everywhere, mouth open in a silent scream that finally broke into the most undignified squeak he'd ever heard from something supposedly pure.
"Holy fuck, you're tight," he laughed under his breath, sliding one finger inside just to the first knuckle. Her walls clamped down like they were trying to trap him forever. "Three thousand years and this pussy's still got the plastic wrap on."
"Sh-shut up!" she hissed, but her hips rolled forward all on their own, chasing more. "I will not be spoken to like some… some tavern wench!"
"Yeah? Then why are you humping my hand like one?" He added a second finger, slow and deliberate, curling them just right. The wet sound was obscene in the endless white void.
Astrael's pride lasted exactly four strokes.
Her forehead dropped against his shoulder, breath coming in hot little pants against his neck. "Kai… Kai, please…"
"Please what, goddess?" He twisted his fingers and she whined, actual whine, high and broken. "Please stop? Or please don't?"
She bit his collarbone hard enough to bruise, then licked the mark like an apology and a demand at the same time. "Don't you dare stop, you filthy mortal."
Kai grinned so wide it hurt.
"There we go. Was that so hard?"
He pulled his fingers out just long enough to spin her around, pressing her front against the invisible wall the realm kept helpfully providing. Her dress bunched up around her waist, ass out, thighs shaking. The view was criminal.
"Look at you," he said, running both hands over her backside like he was claiming territory. "Goddess of Purity, bent over and begging for mortal dick. The priests down there would have a stroke."
Astrael tried to summon some dignity. "If you tell a single soul–"
"You'll what? Smite me while I'm balls deep?" He leaned over her back, letting his cock slide between her thighs, not inside, just teasing, coating himself in the mess she'd already made. "Go ahead. I'll die happy."
She made another broken noise and pushed back against him, trying to take what she wanted. He held her hips still.
"Uh-uh. You want it, you ask nice."
Her whole body went rigid with outrage, then melted just as fast.
"Please," she whispered, voice small and raw. "Please, Kai…"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me before I lose what's left of my mind."
Kai decided the goddess had suffered enough.
He lined up and sank in with one slow, relentless thrust.
The sound that tore out of Astrael's throat was not human. It was not divine. It was pure, unfiltered ruin.
Her walls fluttered around him like they'd never even imagined something this thick, this hot, this real. Kai groaned against the back of her neck, trying not to blow in the first thirty seconds like a teenager.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he rasped. "So tight I can feel your heartbeat."
She couldn't answer. Just whimpered and pushed back, taking him deeper, greedy now that the seal was broken.
He gave her a second to adjust, then pulled out slow and slammed back in.
The void echoed with the slap of skin on skin and the wet, filthy sound of a goddess finally getting fucked the way she'd secretly dreamed for millennia.
And somewhere in the back of Kai's mind, one coherent thought survived the haze:
Best. Reincarnation. Ever.
To be continued.