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*record scratch* *freeze frame* Yep, that's me. You're probably wondering how I got here.
(“That’s definitely how I would have started my biopic. Wait, I can’t make a movie out of this. Darn.”)
The First Sun, Xbalanque, had seen the dark truth of fate in those primal flames, and witnessed the heated war that Natlan would wage for her freedom. Considering how she had successfully convinced the gods, he probably should have seen the jealous rage of the heavens coming.
Nevertheless, as Ronova fucked him with Her impossibly long fingers curling deep inside her, the slick from his gushing cunt threatening to douse the everburning flames of the reforged divine throne, Xbalanque did ask herself how the everloving fuck did he manage to get into this situation.
“Reckless.” A phantom hand pushed her legs impossibly further apart, the weight of a thousand-eyed gaze stripping his soul bare. She suppressed a groan as tendrils of flame licked at her nipples, the wet squelch of his cunt threatening to rouse the dormant Heavens. “Foolish.”
Xbalanque grinned at the Ruler of Death. “I thought you liked that about me.”
“I do.” Somehow, She added yet another finger, grunting as Xbalanque keened, her pussy growing impossibly wetter as his vision grew hazy. “Your foolishness is the third thing about you that endears me.”
“What-hah,” Xbalanque idly wondered whether a Saurian egg would fit in his stretched out cunt as the fingers receded, “What are the first two?”
Ronova pinched her nipples in response and Xbalanque whimpered, her chest had always been exceedingly sensitive. His knees shook, Ronova had kept him bent over the throne for the better part of an hour and there's only so much her poor pussy could take. “Ronova, please…” The former Archon whined as She licked up a hot stripe at the apex of his thighs, the forked tongue catching at the little barbell piercing his clitoris, tugging on it.
“Oh gods, fuck-”
“I am fucking you, aren’t I?”
It wasn’t fair, Xbalanque thought, for the Ruler of Death to have a thousand arms in the first place, but to be good with them too? It didn't matter that she knew the ridges on Ronova’s fingers as intimately as she knew himself, millennia of her pussy being worked to death (hah) had only served to heighten Xbalanque’s sensitivity - the heat of the flame always burned him anew.
The Shade manhandled him, smoky hands pulling at her waist and thighs until Xbalanque found himself on Her lap, the wet bulge pressing against his ass making her whimper.
“You are injured.” Mavuika’s spirit had been tempered with death, her fire almost burning his own heated soul. Ronova’s soft kisses fell over the singes dotting Xbalanque’s shoulders, Her tentacles licking at the bruises dotting his limbs. “You should have been more careful.”
“It’s not as though she could have hurt me any further.” He ground his cunt on Ronova’s thigh, the wetness leaking out of her hotter than Her own fiery skin, his breath hitching when She placed an arm on her hip, dragging him closer. The hot length of Her cock slid between his ass cheeks, and she whimpered as tentacles of frozen flame licked up her arms and thighs, keeping his legs spread and open for the Shade to ravage.
“You were and still remain-” The Ruler of Death grunted as She slowly slid into Xbalanque’s weeping hole, “the greediest human I have ever met.” He could only respond with a whimper as Ronova set a punishing pace, the blunt head of Her cock hitting her deep inside, making him wish his belly could bulge the way those of the skinny boys in Inazuman light novels did. A tentacle wrapped around his abdomen, the heat almost scalding the soft flesh, keeping him in place immobilised as Ronova fucked her open. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you, Lanque?”
“Hah, is it right-” Xbalanque sobbed, “for the heavens to use such words?”
“The heavens made you a slut, o dear beloved Sun,” Tentacles twisted his nipples as She but into her neck, making Xbalanque keen, “I just chose to make you mine.”
Getting railed in the Night Kingdom was always a mindfuck (hehe), but it was at times like these that Xbalanque was glad she didn't have to struggle with the frailty of a mortal body, certainly Ronova’s cock breaching his womb wouldn't feel fun for a living body. Luckily, her being was quite flexible in its present form, and the slow drag of Her cock in him only made her mewl.
The Ruler of Death gives me many little deaths. Xbalanque shuddered as she felt himself reach the precipice, the rosy cliff of abandon that would let the flame in his cunt burn him ablaze, only to feel her pussy clench around air as She slid out, making him cry.
“Please, please - hah - please”, he found herself on his back as She manhandled him, the haze in her vision clearing as Ronova's visage came into view. Her eyes were six, Her arms four and tentacles plenty, Her cock singular and magnificent, making Xbalanque's mouth water. It was rare for her celestial lover to adorn a corporeal form, and even rarer for Her to choose to present Herself this way. She pushed herself onto his elbows, his hand trembling as she cupped Ronova’s cheek, revelling in the warmth of Her gaze.
“Why did you stop?” Xbalanque could only whisper, as he felt her skin scream out in agony, seeking relief, absolution, dissolution, the way only She could grant him.
“I wanted to see you.” A wet kiss to her palm as She pulled him onto Her lap, Her lips latching around his breast, as Xbalanque could only sigh as She pierced through him again, Her heat letting the sparks in him erupt. Finally.
Whiteness. Electrifying. Nothingness.
Huitzilopochtli.
Xbalanque whimpered as She chased Her high blindly, too lost in the haze to even breathe. His lover had wished to See him, and she could only smile as Ronova came with a shudder.
“My sun. Mine.”
Xbalanque kissed Her eyes. “Your sun. Always yours. Only yours.”
For he could only be Her sun, the light of the true Sun too blinding for Her. Xbalanque could only light up Her world, but the Hero? They would light up the universe.