[A/N: If you don't want to read the R-18 part then you can skip a couple of chapters.]
Diana stared at the burning rod that was held softly between her delicate palms. She had heard a little about the men's genital—after all, females sometimes talk about such matters, and with her senses, she would end up listening to them even if she didn't want to.
This thing definitely looked quite big, but she had heard that it should be hard, and now it felt slightly soft. Her hands were slightly trembling as she held his penis. She looked up at Vritra's face, thinking to ask if his thing was defective.
Of course, she wanted to taunt him, since she couldn't bring herself to follow up with the next actions. How could a goddess lick the genital of a mortal?
Her dignity had hit rock bottom.
"You know you can give up if you are too frightened." Vritra spoke when their eyes met, with a look of disdain on his face.
