Kai lost track of time somewhere around orgasm number four (hers, not his). The void had turned into a blur of silver hair, trembling thighs, and the kind of wet, sloppy sounds that would get a priest excommunicated twice.
He had her folded in half now, knees by her ears, dress ripped open down the front so those perfect glowing tits bounced free with every thrust. Astrael wasn't speaking in full sentences anymore, just broken, filthy prayers that would make the devil blush.
"K-Kai... too deep... gonna break... ahh! There, there, right there... goddess forgive me... "
"Pretty sure you're the goddess and you're begging for another creampie" he panted, slamming in to the hilt one last time.
She came again, back arching off whatever invisible surface they were using, walls milking him so hard his vision whited out. Kai followed right after, pumping what felt like three days' worth of rage and cum straight into divine womb.
They stayed locked together, panting, sweating, trembling. For a solid minute the only sound was their breathing and the slow drip of something sacred hitting the non-existent floor.
Then Astrael's eyes snapped open.
Golden. Furious. Suddenly very, very goddess again.
She shoved him off like he was radioactive. Kai's cock slipped out with a wet pop, followed by a truly obscene amount of white that painted her thighs and kept going.
"You–" Her voice cracked like a whip. "You unspeakable, filthy, degenerate scum of a mortal!"
Kai flopped onto his back, grinning up at the endless white like a cat who'd eaten the canary, the cream, and the entire dairy section.
"Hi, welcome back. Enjoy the ride?"
Astrael tried to stand, wobbled, and had to grab her own torn dress to stay upright. Her legs were still shaking. "You have committed the gravest sin imaginable! Defiling a goddess, taking her purity"
"Technically you begged me to 'ruin the holy pussy forever' but sure, let's go with defiling."
Her face went nuclear. "Silence! Do you even understand what you've done? Any mortal who joins with divinity, willingly or not, inherits a fragment of the divine name. A title. You are no longer merely Kai."
Kai propped himself up on his elbows, watching his cum drip down her thigh with lazy satisfaction. "So what am I now? Saint Kai? Chosen One? Big Dick McHero?"
Astrael looked like she was chewing glass. "You… are now partially divine. The cosmos will know you as–"
"As what? Come on, Your Sluttiness, spit it out."
She straightened, trying to summon dignity while literally leaking on the floor. "ScumGod."
The void went dead quiet.
Then Kai started laughing so hard he had to clutch his stomach.
"ScumGod? That's my official divine title? Holy shit, that's the best thing I've ever heard."
"It is a stain upon creation," she hissed.
"Nah, it's perfect." He wiped a tear from his eye. "Fine. If the universe wants to call me ScumGod, then ScumGod I'll be. Fits like a glove."
Astrael opened her mouth, probably to smite him, then closed it again. Something almost like defeat flickered across her face.
"You… truly are irredeemable," she muttered. "Very well. ScumGod. The bargain stands. You have taken my body, now you will save this world. Defeat the Demon King. Restore balance. Or I will personally drag your soul back here and–"
Kai sat up, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her.
Not gentle. Not asking permission. Just claimed her mouth like he'd claimed everything else.
She froze for half a heartbeat then kissed back like a woman possessed, nails raking his back, moaning into him like she'd never stopped.
When they broke apart, both breathing hard, her eyes were glassy again.
"Deal," he said against her lips. "But on my terms."
Then everything went black.
Kai woke up on a straw mattress that smelled like sunshine and honest labor.
Actual wooden ceiling. Actual window with actual birds chirping. His body felt… heavier. Stronger. Dick still half-hard like it remembered where it had been.
He sat up slowly, naked under a rough blanket, and took stock.
"Guess the goddess got tired of my face" he muttered, smirking.
The door creaked open.
A man in his fifties stepped in, broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper beard, kind eyes that had seen too many winters. Leather hunting gear, bow slung across his back.
"You're awake," the man said, voice warm. "Good. Found you collapsed in the woods yesterday. Naked as the day you were born. Thought the fairies got you."
Kai switched on the sweetest, most innocent smile in his arsenal. "Fairies, huh? Guess I got lucky you found me instead. Name's Kai. Thank you– really. I owe you my life."
The man waved it off. "Garrick. Anyone would've done the same."
The door opened again.
A woman in her late thirties walked in carrying a wooden tray, bread, cheese, some kind of stew that smelled like heaven. Curvy in all the ways that made Kai's new divine blood stir. Hips that didn't quit, breasts straining against a simple homespun dress, dark hair tied back with a few loose strands framing a face that had smiled through hard years and still won.
"And this is my wife, Mara," Garrick said proudly.
Mara set the tray down, cheeks pink. "Poor thing must be starving. Eat, sweetheart. You're safe here."
Kai took her hand gently, kissed the knuckles like a perfect little gentleman. "Thank you, ma'am. People like you are the real heroes."
Mara blushed harder. Garrick chuckled, clueless.
"We'll let you rest," Garrick said, steering his wife out. "Holler if you need anything."
The door closed.
Kai waited three full seconds, then let the sweet-boy mask drop. His grin turned sharp enough to cut glass.
"Alright," he whispered to the empty room, stretching until his spine popped. "Population: two. One smoking-hot MILF, one oblivious husband."
Somewhere in the back of his head, Astrael's voice hissed like an angry cat.
"Behave, ScumGod."
He laughed under his breath.
"No promises, Your Holiness."
To be continued.