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It was a matter of time before he tried. I will admit, he is an attractive man. In fifty years when he stops treating me like a daughter, I might go there myself.

[God did have a thing for blondes.]

Attractive, certainly, but he knows how to use it to his benefit.

At least between God and myself, one of us has the advantage there.

You can just call him John. He gets weird about being called God unless he wants to flex his authority. And really, he's not that great of a god. Before we ended up here, he fucked off on a bender and left me to hold the Empire together. ...don't tell him I told you that.

Left all of it on your very capable, shapely shoulders, did he?

Gilded Fist. Someone had to do it. He also knows that feeding my ambitions is a way to keep me mostly in line.

And what does the rest of you not in line do?

The rest of us lyctors? They're all dead except for one that's a traitor and another that's been missing. The Imperial Heir isn't good at governing anything other than her sword. Honestly, everyone should fucking thank me for covering for God.

We should all go one right after the other and worship you properly in close succession.

Yes, yes, everyone should serve me.

[Unlike when she said it as a monster, this time she used the singular instead of the plural.]

[ there's just the notes of amusement carrying across that telepathic connection — like an impression on ianthe's thoughts, there and then gone. ]

I'm not sure I want to be in competition with everyone.

Who said it was a competition? I'm very generous to those that please me. Or I favor. I wonder who might be on that short list...

I do remember that. I had the ache between my thighs to remind me a while after.

...is that the only thing that lingered? I don't have clear recognition of what all I did - mostly emotions, faces, colors, tastes, and maybe some words. I probably should've checked on you, but you're the only one that doesn't feel... bad.

Oh no, not at all. The details are... particularly vivid.

[ she's not terrified about it, even if perhaps she should have been, and that filters through too. ]

You took care of me. Quite well.

Good. You tasted fucking fantabulous and your eyes, your beautiful violet eyes, are strong in those flashes of memory. You know, I don't need to be a monster to fuck you like that. It's one of those tricks I hinted at when we first hooked up.

I'll admit I was grateful to be found in your favor, even if I woke up in the middle of the woods.

You're talking about fucking me with a cock like that?

Me too. I ate the others. And yeah, it's an advanced theorem utilizing flesh magic. Only animaphiliacs can really craft it.

Flesh magic. Somehow I'm not entirely surprised.

But I am intrigued.

You're welcome to examine it properly when I return. It doesn't ejaculate when I climax, so no mess, but otherwise it's tied to my pleasure center. And the size is adjustable.

Well, the lack of mess isn't really the problem.

But I can't say I wouldn't like to fuck you sometime until you came as well.

I'm not an anatomist, so I can't craft it to do that. Which I am sad about. I'm quite a fan of creampies and wonder what it'd be like on the other end. I don't think the Void let me orgasm. I don't recall getting there.

Creampies? As in...?

Then all the more reason to make sure you do next time.

Wait. You don't know what a creampie is? Wooooooow. I jest. It's what we call it when a man cums inside and fills you up. Vaginal or anal.

I know what it is. I've just never heard it referred to as... that.

So you're saying you'd want to try filling me properly.

[There was an almost girlish sigh that filtered across the connection.]

If I could. Fuck you, fill you, eat it right back out of you.

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