As I picked my skills, they seemed to melt from the air and infuse into my very being. I turned to face the goddess, ready to signal I was done, when a scorching, electric jolt pierced my thoughts, accompanied by a notification that practically hummed:
"WOW! What filthy thoughts are you having about me and the world? ❤️❤️"
"I want him to treat me like he is thinking."
Reading that, I snapped my head around, trying to pinpoint the source of these raw desires. After a searing moment, another notification flashed:
"What do I do? He read my thoughts."
Again, I scanned my surroundings. A third notification appeared, dripping with a delicious relief:
"What a relief he doesn't know that his skills are working."
That last one hit me like a shot of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I realized I was unintentionally reading the goddess's most intimate thoughts, and my newly acquired skills were already fucking active. I'd made a promise to myself: if there was ever a moment to use my dick, I wouldn't hesitate. With that thought hardening me, I closed the distance between us, looking deep into her eyes. My hand went behind her back, seizing the hair that brushed against her ass cheeks, and I pulled hard. The sudden jerk made the goddess bend at the waist, her face now inches from mine, her breath mingling with mine. I brought my lips to her soft, pink ones and bit them, just like I'd seen in the porn movies before I died. Another notification popped up, practically throbbing:
"WOW, WOW, WOW ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
Ignoring the pulsing alert, I began to devour her lips. It was my first taste, and it was nothing short of phenomenal. I lost myself, sucking and biting her mouth with increasing, desperate fervor. My teeth scraped lightly against her plump lower lip as I tugged, then released, drawing a low moan from her. As I savaged her mouth, her tongue, at first hesitant, then boldly emerged, tasting my lips and teeth, a silent invitation. Feeling this bold advance, I thrust my own tongue deep into her mouth. Her tongue coiled around mine like a snake, sucking vigorously, drawing me deeper into her. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, exploring every heated corner, and she chased it, a hungry pursuit, continuing to suck, her essence mixing with mine. Our tongues danced a primal, chaotic rhythm, moving from my mouth to hers, a messy, passionate duel for dominance. I was completely consumed by the raw, carnal kiss. After a minute, I broke away, a thin, glistening string of saliva connecting us, a visual testament to the intensity of our encounter. The goddess's face was flushed, shining brightly, her eyes glazed over, utterly lost in pure, unadulterated lust.
I yanked her hair hard again, and she dropped to her knees with a soft thud. Releasing her hair, I moved my hand to cup her cheeks, pressing them as if she were a precious, vulnerable thing. A small, inviting crack formed between her lips, a silent plea. I brought my mouth close and poured my saliva into the opening. She drank it without hesitation, her throat working, accepting my offering, every drop. It seemed she was constantly reading my thoughts, her body and mind eagerly following through with every unspoken command.