I swallowed hard.
"Do what, exactly?"
She probably meant that.
I mean, what else could she possibly be referring to?
"I mean exactly what you're thinking right now," she said flatly.
"Can you stop reading my mind?" I muttered, rubbing my temple with a sigh. "I don't get why you're even bringing this up. I'm telling you, you don't actually have to do anything. Just let it be. Seriously, it's fine if you leave it alone."
Her voice wavered, almost too softly to catch. "I-I'm just… worried, okay? That something might happen later. I've heard that people who keep suppressing their sexual urges—like, really push them down—end up snapping eventually. Like they lose all sense of control and just… attack any woman they see."
"I know you're not that kind of guy," she added quickly. "But still… you can't exactly stop the call of it once it starts pounding through your veins. It's better to deal with it now than keep bottling it up until it explodes."
Was she really thinking through what she was saying? Did she even realize how provocative she sounded?
"I-I'm not saying you should actually go that far!" she stammered, her face visibly burning red. "I-I'm just saying... if it's that bad, then... well... you could rub it against me, for all I care. I-It's not like it breaks the rules, right? If you're not going inside or anything..."
"R-Rub it against you…?"
My throat went dry.
I gulped, hard.
My body was heating up like a furnace, blood rushing like wildfire.
My heart pounded in my chest, deafening in my ears.
This goddess… she was seriously trying to fry every last brain cell I had.
What was I even supposed to do here?
My mind kept yelling no, throwing warning signs like flares in a dark sky.
But my body… my body was already moving in the opposite direction, drawn like a magnet.
And the worst part was she had given me the green light. As if daring me to cross that line.
There was no logic left to cling to.
No reason to keep resisting.
But… was it really okay?
I clenched my jaw.
No.
No more thinking.
No more questioning.
I had to trust my instincts now.
"I'm… gonna do it then," I murmured into her ear, my breath brushing against her skin.
"Ngh..."
Her whole body shivered beneath me at those words—an involuntary reaction I felt through every point where our bodies touched.
My member was rock hard, pressing against the swell of her ass.
The moment I started rubbing against her, an electric shock of sensation rushed through me.
The friction—just from the thin layers of our clothes—was already too much to bear.
God, my body was starving for her.
It wasn't even skin-to-skin, but it felt like it.
I pulled her closer, needing to feel every curve of her body against me, letting the heat of our bodies meld inside the tight confines of the sleeping bag.
"Haa… Mn… ❤︎, haaa…"
I heard her breathing falter, the air coming from her lips ragged and trembling.
My hand that had wrapped around her waist slid up with a mind of its own, feeling the feverish warmth of her body through the fabric.
Everything inside the sleeping bag felt like it was on fire now.
Then, without a second thought, my hand moved toward one of her breasts.
I touched it. Not directly, but just over her clothes.
"Mmm… ❤︎,"
She moaned softly.
This whole thing… this moment… it felt unreal.
The same goddess who always talked down to me, who seemed to resent even the air I breathed, was now letting me touch her like this.
Was this really okay for her?
Was she fine with how far this had already gone?
But honestly… right now, I didn't care.
I couldn't care.
There was no stopping now. Not with my body screaming at me to keep going.
***
He's touching me there… she thought, her mind spiraling as his hand cupped her breast, the weight of his presence sinking into her like a brand.
Right now, she was allowing Sirius to press his hardened member against her bare skin.
She didn't even know if this was the right thing to do.
She couldn't remember why she had suggested it in the first place.
It was as if her mouth had acted on its own, uttering something foolish and reckless while her brain stood frozen in stunned disbelief.
And yet… despite every logical part of her screaming to stop, she couldn't bring herself to push him away.
The goddess had no experience in this matter.
Even though she had lived for centuries, her only contact with men had been, at best, exchanging a few words.
She had never kissed anyone. She never even held hands.
But now—right now—she was letting a man gyrate against her body, humping at her like a beast just to sate his lust.
Sirius, on the other hand, was already moving his hips forward like some mindless beast.
His breathing grew heavier and more ragged.
It felt like the rational side of him—the part that always argued and complained—was vanishing, and was eaten away by sheer instinct.
"It's fine as long as I don't enter, right?"
"Huh…?"
The goddess blinked, stunned, as she felt him tug at the hem of her pants, fingers curling into the fabric.
He pulled them down, dragging them inch by inch until they slid past her legs.
Cool air swept over her sweat-dampened legs, causing goosebumps to rise on her flawless skin.
She heard the rustling sound again, but this time coming from him.
He was undoing his pants.
He was freeing himself.
Her breath hitched.
Her throat bobbed in a hard swallow.
Then came the sensation.
Something warm pressed against the inside of her thighs.
It was squishy, but also firm.
Her body stiffened in confusion, trying to decipher the strange texture.
It was thick.
It was hot.
It was pulsing.
And then, that "something" slipped between her legs.
"Mmm…!?"
A gasp escaped her lips before she could hold it back, her thighs instinctively clamping together.
That's when she realized it—it was his member.
Sirius had slipped his member between her thighs.
"It's fine if it's intercrural, right?"
"Y-You already inserted it… so why are you even asking that now?"
"I guess that's right," Sirius said with a soft, amused chuckle.
What the hell was even going on?
This wasn't like him at all.
Usually, he would've been complaining by now, grumbling about how annoying or exhausting she was.
But instead, he was composed. .
'Hmph… I guess even a man like him can't resist my beauty. That's only natural. I am a goddess, after all.'
A flicker of pride lit up inside her chest.
She was the reason for this. She had driven him to this point.
But then—
Sirius thrust.
"Ahh…!?"
Her mouth opened against her will as a strange, high-pitched sound spilled out.
She slapped both hands over her lips, cheeks burning with shame.
Then, wide-eyed, both of them turned toward the girl sleeping nearby.
They held their breath.
When they saw her still peacefully asleep, the tension melted into a simultaneous sigh of relief.
The goddess turned back to him, flustered and furious, glaring with narrowed eyes.
Sirius couldn't help but stare.
In that moment, she looked absolutely adorable with her cheeks flushed, lips trembling, her expression somewhere between outrage and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, goddess… but I really can't control myself anymore."
She turned her head away, refusing to meet his eyes.
What the hell was this?
Why was her heart pounding like a war drum inside her chest?
Why was her body… reacting this way?
The thick, swollen heat of his cock was grinding harder now, sliding between her soft thighs, rubbing along her slick entrance through the damp fabric of her panties.
It wasn't even inside her, and yet—
Every motion sent jolts through her core.
"Mm… Mnnn… Hmn… ❤︎, hmmnn,"
She bit her finger hard, trying to stop the moans bubbling up from her throat, her body trembling under his slow and steady thrusts.
'My head's… going blank… ❤︎,' she thought, as her eyes glazed over and her thoughts grew foggy.
The crotch of her underwear was soaked now.
It was drenched and clinging tight to her skin.
Sirius could feel it.
Her juices were smearing along the length of his cock, coating him with her arousal as he kept grinding against her.
His hands held her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, guiding her rhythm to match his.
Every curve of her body— from her waist, her thighs, down to the supple flesh of her ass—seemed molded for pleasure.
Then came a particularly deep thrust—one that angled just right.
The head of his cock pressed directly against her entrance.
Were it not for the barrier of her soaked panties, he would've been inside her already.
"Oh… ❤︎, nghhh…"
Another moan escaped, and it was more louder this time.
Her teeth slipped off her finger, her lips trembling from the stimulation—only to bite down again, desperate not to be heard.
Her mind was going hazy.
Her breath shallow.
Her eyes started to roll up slightly as the pleasure blurred everything else around her.
Sirius continued grinding himself against her.
Her thighs, which were so incredibly soft, framed his length. They squeezed and trembled, their supple flesh slickened not only by the sweat rolling down their heated bodies…
But also by the wetness gushing freely from her vagina.
And then there was his own pre-cum.
Everything turned the friction into a slippery glide that only made him sink deeper into the overwhelming sensation.
Every grind brought the swollen head of his length right against her soaked entrance.
He wasn't inside her.
But fuck, he was close.
So close that with every push, the tip throbbed and bumped her folds, kissing the gate that led into her tight insides.
The sensation made her bite down on her own finger in a desperate attempt to suppress her voice.
But it wasn't enough.
"Mmnnn, nghh… ❤︎, mnnghhh ❤︎~..."
Her moans spilled through her lips like honey.
Their bodies were both trembling.
They were inching closer and closer to the edge of something they couldn't undo.
Both of them...
Sirius, who had never touched a woman before…
And the goddess, who had never even dared to touch herself...
They were melting.
Like snow under the midday sun, their restraint dissolved.
And then—
"Mmnnghhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~❤︎❤︎❤︎...!!!"
She came.
The goddess screamed through her climax, her body arching off against him as her thighs clamped tightly.
It was her first orgasm.
And it shattered her.
Her entire form convulsed, her mind blanking out from the rush of overwhelming heat and pleasure, her legs twitching uncontrollably.
At the same time, Sirius felt the tension inside him snap.
His penis twitched violently, and then it happened.
Thick, gooey ropes of white cum erupted from him, spraying across her trembling thighs.
His seed landed hot and heavy between her legs, coating her soft skin in messy streaks.
The scent of sex and sweat lingered in the air.
Both of them were breathless.
Their chests rose and fell.
In that silent, vulnerable moment… neither of them knew what to say.
Or what to do.
Sirius looked at her, unsure, still catching his breath. But before he could utter a word—
The goddess had already fallen asleep.
Her expression was peaceful.
Almost innocent.
Her breathing deepened, lips slightly parted, her face flushed from the afterglow of her climax.
She must've been truly exhausted.
That orgasm had probably wrung her dry.
Whatever resistance she had… it melted away the moment she came.
Sirius blinked.
Then, with gentle hands, he reached for a cloth nearby.
Quietly, carefully, he cleaned the mess from between her legs, wiping his cum from her smooth, sticky skin.
After making sure she was clean, he pulled her pants back up to cover her again.
And then, finally…
He let out a long sigh—and lay down beside her.
Sleep took him not long after.
***
The next morning…
Cecilia stirred beneath the dappled shadows of morning light.
Her eyes fluttered open as the gentle rustle of leaves greeted her ears.
Sunlight peeked through the foliage above, golden rays warming her cheeks.
It was her first time waking up in the wild.
And somehow, it felt… refreshing.
"Yaaaaaaaawwwwwnnnn~...!"
She sat up, stretching her arms toward the sky, her back arching gracefully as she let out a lazy yawn.
But then she noticed them.
Sirius and the goddess were already awake.
Sirius was crouched beside the fire, tending to a pot with practiced hands as the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air.
The goddess sat nearby, strangely quiet with her gaze low, her cheeks dusted a vivid shade of pink.
"Good morning, you two. It's a lovely morning, isn't it?"
Cecilia greeted them with a soft smile, her voice cheerful and light.
But as she took a second look, something felt off.
"Huh…?"
Sirius looked stiff—
Like his entire body was frozen in awkwardness.
And the goddess…
That blush wasn't fading.
If anything, it was growing deeper.
Cecilia tilted her head.
She was confused.
But with no idea what had transpired while she was asleep, she simply blinked, shrugged it off, and let it pass.
Probably just some weird morning mood or something.
Nothing worth overthinking.
Right?