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“I am yours,” I whisper again, pushing to defy the exhaustion threatening to overcome me. All that I am belongs to him now, and I think I’m okay with that. A god—atruegod—keeping me as their own is nothing to be frightened of.
It is as it should be.
Mine is a singular pleasure to hear his answer, rumbling from deep in his broad chest. “Yes, little human.”
“You belong to me.”
8
PELIEL
Ifind a cruising altitude in the air, above the clouds, the sun radiating deeply into my face. I look down at the human wrapped in my arms. She is incredibly light, and she buries her face into my chest as I push forward through the air.
She murmurs something into my chest with a soft vibration.
“What was that?” When I look down, two swollen golden eyes stare up at me, a tear trickling down the right side of her face.
“Where are you taking me, my lord?” She smiles softly, batting her glazed eyes.
My lord? Whose lord? Who does she think I am?
“Somewhere high. Where I can keep you.”
She wiggles her body tight into my chest.
“The holy land. Where all is one and light is love,” she says to the whipping air.
Maybe it’s the fast wind, but I have a hard time recollecting exactly what she says. Maybe it’s the shock of being catapulted into the sky after a tragedy. I’m quite puzzled as to her phrasing.
On top of a rise thousands of feet in the air, where the clouds cover the top peaks, I maneuver through the air, the female clutched against me, and straighten out my wings for the landing. My face always feels dry after a long journey in the air, so I rub my cheeks gently.
She sits on the ground, her legs curled under her. She looks up at me with those wide golden eyes. “Are we here? Is this the eternal land?”
I shake my head. “What are you talking about?”
“You saved me,” she says. “From the imminent fire and the supernatural forces of evil there. We must be in heaven, now. Is Mother here?”
Who exactly does she think I am? I have no good intention of saving her from danger. I merely want her as a pet, a curiosity for my amusement.
I am certainly not the god she seems to think I am. Although I suppose I am a god compared to her and the other feeble creatures she has experienced before.
I place her gently on the stone floor. She tussles her hair, looks around for a bit, and then up at me directly. Again.
“What shall I do to please you?” she says. “You saved me from damnation.”
My confusion turns to excitement as I gaze at her soft brown legs, her torn dress exposing the tops of her breasts. She adjusts her weight, stretching her legs out.
“You sound ludicrous,” I say. “You know that?”
She merely smiles at that. Then, she takes her hands and begins to rub them up my thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmurs, her small hands gliding softly over every piece of skin within her reach.
Whatever her condition, however she wants to continue, I finally give up and go along. Her soft touch sends tendrils of pleasure down my spine. I close my eyes and face the ceiling. Here she is, a beautiful woman, small, delicate, all here for my pleasure.
Nothing could be more precious.
The flesh and all its pleasures are the only things that give this futile existence anything close to meaning.
