'Wait, I'm Supposed to Become a Goddess?! But I'm a Guy!'

Mize knelt down slowly, her movements stiff with reluctance, but her eyes betrayed her resolve.

Especially after what she said just now, her cheeks flared in red

A faint mutter slipped from her lips, something between frustration and surrender.

She hated that it had come to this, but after everything Liam had done, all the teasing and brushing touches, she couldn’t suppress the heat pooling in her chest any longer.

Especially down there, a woman's body is so strange and oddly sensitive.

Her hand reached forward, hesitating just above the front of his pants.

Her fingers trembled slightly before she gripped the zipper and drew it down with a soft metallic sound.

The moment felt too quiet, too slow, as if time held its breath along with her.

His undergarment was in the way, so she slipped her fingers beneath, pushing the fabric aside just enough to reach what she was after.

Her palm brushed against warmth, and a second later, her hand found the thick rod hidden within.

It was extremely thick, and in a way, it was hot...

Damped, a bit wet, and obviously excited at her touch.

As she drew it out into view, it sprung forward with a kind of weighty presence that made her recoil half a step in surprise.

Sunlight filtered through the air around them, highlighting the shine in her dark hair and the soft gleam in her wide eyes.

She blinked, staring down at what she now held with a conflicted expression, part awe, part exasperation.

A quiet gulp followed.

Her fingers trailed along it as it she held it dearly.

The slit at the tip was oozing a little with "pre-liquid" and she couldn't help but touched it with her hand, brought it to her mouth and licked it.

"Salty... " She breathed, a hot air thumped out from her mouth.

The taste lingered at the tip of her tounge.

Liam said nothing.

His face remained calm, his posture unchanging, as if this moment were perfectly ordinary.

Only the faint pull at the corner of his lips hinted at his amusement.

Mize leaned in, her breath brushing softly over the rod.

Her cheeks grew hotter as her nose caught its scent.

She shut her eyes, breathing it in fully, shame flickering across her face even as a small shiver rolled down her spine.

“You like the smell?” Liam asked, his voice low, teasing.

She didn’t answer right away.

Then his hand moved, fingers gently tilting her chin upward, positioning her gaze to meet the sight before her again.

“I asked,” he repeated, “do you like it?”

She swallowed hard, cheeks flushing deeper.

Her voice came out barely above a whisper, “I… I like it.”

“Then take it,” he murmured.

Those words made her knees feel weak.

Still, she nodded, steadying herself with one hand on his thigh, the other still holding the rod firmly.

She brought her lips closer, resting them against the tip, hesitating for a breath, and then wrapped them gently around it with her tounge.

Her breath was warm, her lips soft.

She moved slowly, adjusting her posture as she slid downward along the rod, her hands anchoring her as she went deeper, pushing it to the back of her throat.

The sight of her beautiful face swallowing his thing whole excited Liam inwardly.

However, on the outside, he kept his expression the same as always.

Mize naturally noticed this, but she didn't care.

Liam’s hand hovered nearby, not controlling her, but close enough to remind her she wasn’t alone.

Rubbing her hair, and her eyelashes.

Her head moved with a smooth rhythm, up, then down again, each motion guided by quiet devotion rather than haste.

Her tongue subtly traced along the underside as she returned to the top, her mouth working.

To make it more fluid.

Mize accumulated a lot of salivas inside her mouth, and changed the properties of the liquid into a warm hearty substance.

Enveloping the rod inside as she bobbed her head up and down.

Shlurp!

Shlurp!

Shlurp!

Then, pah!

A soft sound escaped her lips as she pulled back slightly, a trail of warmth still connecting her mouth and the rod for a brief second before vanishing.

She took a deep breath, wiping the corner of her mouth from those excess liquid that trailed down in a line.

Liam looked down, expression unreadable and he smiled gently.

His thumb brushed the edge of her lower lip, wiping away a faint trace of moisture.

The world around them raged with chaos, the battlefield roared far below, but up here, only silence and heat remained between the two of them.

And then.

Mize leaned in again slowly, her breath soft and warm as it brushed against Liam’s skin.

Her fingers moved with a certain quiet urgency, wrapping around the rod she’d just pulled free.

It twitched slightly in her grasp, the heat radiating from it a contrast to the breeze that passed over their elevated perch.

With a slow exhale, her lips parted.

She ran her tongue along the length of it, from base to tip, a deliberate motion that left a thin sheen glistening in the air’s light.

Her hand stayed steady on his thigh, fingers curled just slightly, anchoring herself.

Every movement was smooth and intentional, downward, then back up, a rhythm building as she took more of the rod into her mouth.

She bobbed her head again, slamming the tip of Liam's weapon against the back of her throat.

She closed her eyes, her cheeks faintly flushed, lashes fluttering slightly each time the motion deepened.

The wet sounds that followed were embarrassingly clear in the quiet above the battlefield, drowned only occasionally by the distant roars below.

Shlurp!

Shlurp!

Shlurp!

This time she went on longer than the first one.

Each thrust into her mouth caused the rod to tremble inside, each motion caused an obscene noise to echo into the air, and whatever technique she was using, it worked very well.

Liam remained still, but his expression betrayed the tension building within him.

His jaw clenched, his hand drifted to her shoulder, not to guide her, but just to feel her closeness.

His hands went downwards, grabbing her soft breast and pinched her nipples.

The soft heavenly pudding, and he enjoyed carresing it dearly.

Mize flinched, glared at him mid motion as she tightened her mouth further.

In an instant, the fleshes inside her mouth cramped as she moulded them into a tiny fleshy hole filled with warmth.

Creation ability kicking in, and she added the heat.

'Crap!' Liam felt the attack, his eyes flashed briefly as he noticed Mize's glaring gaze.

She shifted her angle, tilting her head, changing how her lips dragged along the rod.

Each pass left it slick and gleaming, trails of heat and breath following.

She didn’t rush.

She was deliberately provoking him, eyes squinted in excitement as she watched Liam's slowly faltering expression.

From his perspective, it was a smug look of a beautiful woman, heavenly woman, that had her mouth filled to the brim with his cock.

This...

This realisation excited him.

Focused.

Her hands never left his side, and her eyes, when they looked up, were fogged in something softer, something wanting.

Eventually, her lips drew back, a silver line connecting them to the rod, and she caught her breath.

Her cheeks were red, her breathing uneven, and she gave a small, almost bashful smile, brushing her fingers gently along her lower lip.

“I’m not done,” she whispered.

Her hand closed back around the rod, and without another word, she leaned forward once more.

This... This was a true heavenly treatment that Liam wished to never end.