Suddenly my deity rears back on their throne, causing me to arch back with them, pulling my body taught. Their hips buck up into me more vigorously and I swear I hear a growl from somewhere above me. The sensation of dozens of hands returns and it's like every one of my strings is being played at once. Hands on my chest, squeezing and playing with my nipples. Hands running up and down my sides and over my stomach. Fingers playing over my dick and pressing into my cunt. Fingers teasing at my mouth, finding their way in and pressing over my drooling tongue. I moan around them, whining and keening as every part of me vibrates in ecstasy.
I feel limp as they bounce me on their cock, letting them fuck me like the perfect mortal toy that I am. I feel as though I'm floating, the stimulation somehow just right despite it coming from every possible source at once. A low hum permeates the air. They're getting close and I can feel my own release coiling impossibly into itself within my core. By now the only noises I can utter are fucked-out breathy little uh-uh-uhs as my patron drives up into me over and over.
Finally the hum reaches a fever pitch and I feel them bury their cock impossibly deep inside me, splitting me open as they claw at my sides. A hoarse, ragged moan is ripped from me as I feel them release deep inside me, filling me to the brim. It's as though every sensation crescendos at once and I come over their twitching cock, leaking heavily a mix of their cum and mine over our thighs. I sob as they rock me through it, petting at me almost reverently as I come down from the high.
It feels like an eternity by the time they lift me tenderly from their lap. I am laid over a cushioned altar, boneless and spent. They loom over me, shrouded and quiet, admiring their work. My eyes flutter closed, for who am I to deny my god their private vanity. I am theirs before anything. I rest knowing I've served them well, as I always do.
