LOVER OF OTOME GAMES AND WRITER

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Run. That’s all you could think. Run.

Don’t let him catch you, because if he does…who knows what he’ll do to you.

You had only met him a few months prior, but he’s known you much longer. Much longer.

He was an immoral god, a god that for some reason wanted you, and only you.

You ran along the empty road of the country side, a strong storm brewing above you. His storm. You weren’t entirely sure what kind of god he was, he didn’t get that far in his explanation before you made your escape. For all you knew he could either be a god among many, or simply just the god.

The clouds seemed to move like a wave over the evening sky. The wind began to push against you. How long had you even been running for now? Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour? You didn’t know. The only thing that ran through your mind was him. Surely he’d catch you, he was a god after all. It was only a matter of time.

Your pace began to slow, your legs ached and your lungs burned. You needed to rest, but you were terrified to stop. You knew he was chasing you. Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was there. He was everywhere.

Your heart felt like it was in your throat, you couldn’t breath. You came to a halt on the side of the vacant road, resting the palms of your hand on your knees, breathing heavily as your breath caught up with you. A single tear ran down the side of your cheek, everything ached, and you were shaking.

A large lighting strike followed by the sound of thunder struck. You yelped at the sudden noise. He was doing this on purpose. Taunting you. Teasing you. You knew he was having fun with this. This sick game he called ‘love.’

You looked ahead, the road never seemed to stop, it just stretched on for miles and miles. You felt hopeless. You desperately needed to rest. Hide somewhere. Anywhere.

Another lightning strike went off. Much like how the storm grew closer, so did he. You saw an abandoned church up ahead, the one you drove by daily on your route to town. It was your only option.

You took off, ignoring the burning sensation in your chest and your legs that felt like they were on fire. For an abandoned church it held up quite well. It was only put out of use around a year ago, so it wasn’t really surprising when you entered the house of god that the only thing the stood out as abandoned were a few cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling and the broken windows.

Another thunderous boom was hear outside, you jumped in your skin as you slammed the church doors shut and tried to locked them, not like that would keep him out, but realized the doors didn’t even have locks.

You ran in between one of the benches and collapsed on the floor, covering your mouth as your lungs desperately tried to catch up with you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. You tried to stay as quiet as possible as you hid. Even though he wasn’t directly on your tail, you didn’t know exactly what his powers consisted of. For all you knew he could barge right through those doors at any moment.

Why was he even after you? Out of all his years of living, the infinite number of life times he’s lived and millions of years, he chose you. You. Why you? What made you so special? You were ordinary. Your life was average, mundane even. Your looks weren’t anything special either. Nothing about you stood out, and yet this man. This god. Is obsessed with you. Chasing after you.

The last thing you had seen on his face was pure obsession. A look in his eye you had seen in no other. It terrified you. It terrified you to think about what he was capable of. What lengths he would go to to get what he wanted.

Soon after you had hidden yourself in between the church benches, your breathing was able to calm down, but your heart continued to race. Thunder continued to boom outside but no rain of any sorts had started. You didn’t know how long you would have to wait, how would you even know when it was safe again? Would it ever be safe for you?

As these thoughts races through your mind you heard the doors to the church slowly creek open. You quietly squealed to yourself. You felt like you were about to burst into tears, yet none had even begun to form in your eyes.

The slow pace of his footsteps echoed through the empty house of god.

Click

Clack

Click

Clack…

“Princess~” he called out. “Don’t be like this. C’mon, I don’t want to hurt you my love.” He sounded like a concerned lover rather than a sadistic god who got off to hunting down his prey.

You slowly and quietly shifted yourself underneath one of the benches rather than laying in between two.

His footsteps grew closer and closer, and it felt like your chest was about to burst open.

“Darling…I know you’re in here. Come out, I want to show you something.” His voice sounded like sweet honey, anyone else wouldn’t think twice about it.

You heard him walk past your hiding spot and up to the front of the church. He sighed audibly sigh. “Don’t make this difficult darling. There really is no escape. I see all. No matter where you go, I will find you.” He threatened, his voice sounding harsher.

He started walking back down the aisle, looking between the spaces of the church benches, once he made it to the back of the church again he groaned, growing annoyed.

It was quiet for a while. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until you started seeing black splotches in your vision. You tried to take in a slow and quiet breath but your body was so desperate for air that it came out as a sharp quiet, yet audible, gasp.

You were so startled by it that your hand shot up to your mouth you cover your breathing but sharp breaths still entered and exited through your nose. And in the empty, quiet church, it was obvious to anyone where the noise had come from.

You heard a puff of air come from his direction. An amused laugh you thought. It was over, he found you.

You shot up from your hiding spot and stared him in the eyes, the only thing blocking him from you being the large bench in between you two.

“There you are.” He sung.

“Please, please leave me alone. I-I don’t want this.” You begged.

“Darling,” he began, fake empathy coating his voice. “I want to give you the world. The universe. Everything is at the tip of your fingers. All you have to do is submit to me. Worship me, the way I worship you.” He coaxed as he held his hand out for you to take.

“I…I don’t want to submit. I want to live a normal life.” You pleaded. You were stricken with complete and utter fear. Despite his tone and demeanor, you knew what he was capable of. You had seen it, and that was only a mere fraction of his power.

“You can! I will give you everything your heart desires. Anything you could ever dream of. The only thing I ask in return is that you be mine.” He requested.

You were shaking now. You crossed your arms over your body in an attempt to hid yourself from him. You couldn’t even form words. All you could do was shake your head ‘No’ as you began to back away from him.

His face shifted. The caring look in his eye replaced with a dark and threatening one. “Darling.” He called out sternly, as if scolding a disobedient child. He began pacing towards you.

You kept on shaking your head “no” which only enraged him more. His steps sped up as he made his way towards you. You quickly bolted to the side and out of his reach. You ran for one of the doors inside the church, thinking it may be an exit, but it only led to a flight of stairs.

You ran up the stairs as far as they would allow, until you made it to the very top of the church building. There was noting up there, and one of the walls had been completely removed and broken down, which revealed a perfect view of the dark grey and blue storm in the distance.

You turned back around only to see him standing in front of the entrance and only exit of the room. He looked at you with threatening yet sultry eyes.

Yours only widened in fear now realizing you were cornered. Of course you could make the argument that you were cornered from the beginning, but now you were cornered in a way a mortal mind could comprehend.

“You shouldn’t have run from me darling.” He spoke darkly as he approached you. You tried to back up but slipped slightly once you made it to the edge of the room, which was a good three story drop. “Carful~” he called out teasingly as you regained your balance again.

He approached you menacingly. “Please.” You pleaded.

“Begging won’t get you anywhere…well…it might in certain conditions.” He flirted with you. You felt disgusted.

He stopped when he was right in front of you, towering over your small frame in comparison to his. Cornering you against he ledge of the three story drop and his warm body. His face now barley an inch away from yours. You turned your head away, blushing in embarrassment.

“Look at me.” He whispered, nudging his face against the side of your head. He brought his hand up to cradle the base of your head in an attempt to coax your head in his direction.

“Look at me.” He repeated. You only turned further away.

He sunk his head down the side of your face slowly. Trailing his lips and nose along your soft skin. You let out a shaky breath and stiffened. He moved the shoulder of your shirt out of the way and began to kiss your skin lovingly. Trailing up your neck and back down to your shoulder again over and over.

“Stop.” You muttered. He didn’t listen.

He used his other hand and wrapped it around your body and placing it on your lower back and pushing you into him. He held you in a close embrace now, continuing his sweet abuse on your neck.

Thunder tumbled behind you, it was quieter than before, more gentle. But the room darkened. You looked behind you and saw the sky covered by clouds that looked almost black, rain still having yet to fall.

“You’re so perfect.” He whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

“Please stop. Please.” You begged, beginning to squirm in his grasp.

“Why would I? When I have a goddess in my arms.”

“Please.” You begged again. Squirming harder.

“Stop struggling.” He warned. “Just relax.”

“Ugh! No!” You shouted, pushing him back. He stumbled away from you and you attempted to run around him. But as you did he caught your wrist and threw you back to where you were. You fell down and were only around a foot away from the edge of the drop.

“What did I say about struggling?!” He spat venomously.

You attempted to get back up but he only pushed you down with his foot on your chest. He stood over you, you were completely powerless.

Panic surged through your veins, the cold wind of the storm caused goosebumps to coat your skin and you tried your best to stifle your cries.

“No!” You cried out, now struggling violently. You kicked your legs and hit his shin with your hands but none of it seemed to affect him. He simply stared down at you, a bored look in his eye.

“Just let me go! I didn’t do anything! I don’t deserve this!” You exclaimed through broken cries.

“Oh but you do.” He responded, getting down and now straddling you. You gasped in surprise. “You deserve it all my love.” He tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear. “You deserve to be treated like a goddess. To have people worship the ground you walk on. This world, all of it, is yours. I am yours, and I too, will worship the floor you walk upon, I’ll prove my loyalty and devotion to you, my goddess…just let me.” He stroked the side of your face. Normally anyone who was spoken to like this would be flattered, but the context of his words only made you fear the worst.

“Let me show you how I feel about you, let me worship you like the goddess you are, here, in the house of what you mortals call god. Let me make you mine.” He emphasized the ‘mine’ as he slammed his hands down next to your head, caging you under him.

All you could do was whimper as a rouge tear fell down the side of your face. The love sick god above you smirked and grabbed hold of your jaw with one of his hands and brought your face up to his, where he sensually licked the tear away.

He moaned in ecstasy after the slaty taste of your tear met his tongue.

He suddenly lifted himself up to straddle you again, and looks down on your vulnerable body. You didn’t even want to imagine the things he was thinking.

You flinched hard when he unexpectedly began to roll his hips against yours. You raised your hands in an attempt to push him away but he only grabbed them and pined them to your chest as he continued to rut his hips against yours.

He started slowly, a smile plastered on his face as he rolled them in a sensual motion. You could feel a hard bulge begin to poke through his trousers as he grinded it against your clothed pussy.

You gasped unexpectedly when he hit it at an angle that felt better than the others. “You like it there princess?” He asked, continuing the abuse at a faster pace.

You could only turn away embarrassed, shame welled up in your cheeks as the god continued to rut against you like a desperate dog in heat.

“Fuck~” he moaned. He hadn’t even penetrated you and he already sounded like he was in the brink of climax.

You called out his name sternly in a last ditch effort to get him to stop, but that only seemed to excite him more.

He began to unbutton his shirt, all while continuing to hump your covered cunt and make intense eye contact with you when you dare look in his direction. His smile never left his face.

You whimpered in fear. There was no way this was happening. Surely it was all a bad dream, it had to be. I mean, getting forced on by god himself in a church? This had to be some sick joke…right?

He called your name, more like moaned it, in hopes to get you to look at him. It worked. You turned you head towards him fearfully and saw his toned chest. If it wasn’t for the current circumstances, you would be quite flustered.

I mean you were flustered, just not in the way you wanted to be.

He grabbed your shaky hand, that now dare not to fight against his unbreakable body, and placed it on his stomach, all while continuing the roll of his hips.

He guided it down along his body until reaching the top of his pants. You took a sharp breath, dreading what he would make you do next.

He placed your hand on his bulge and began rutting into your hand now.

“You feel that?” He asked. “That’s because of you darling. That’s all you.”

You closed your eyes tightly. Paralyzed by fear, too scared to fight him knowing he can easily over power you.

He placed his hand onto your clothed pussy, making you jolt in surprise, and he began to rub the cloth against your clit.

He was teasing you.

You were ashamed to admit that his actions were arousing you. You could feel a small wet splotch in your underwear that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment, knowing that he would see it eventually if he continued this torment.

He suddenly stopped his hips and shot his hands inside of your pants, nudging your underwear to the side.

You yelped in surprise at the suddenly violation.

“Look at you, so sensitive to my touch. We’ve only been at it for a minute or two and you’re already so wet for me.” He taunted.

You shut your eyes and turned your head away from him.

“Don’t turn away love, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I meant I’d as a compliment really.” He tried to assured you.

He made small circles over your leaking hole, smiling down at how it made you shiver with anticipation. “Do you want me to make you cum?” He asked.

You stayed silent.

A small ‘hmf’ left the back of his throat before he shoved his middle finger knuckle deep into your lubricated pussy. You let out a loud, almost pornographic, yelp and arched your back slightly.

He hummed in satisfaction.

As he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of you, he used his other unoccupied hand to grab your jaw and made you look at him. His stare was so intense that you not dare look away, no matter how much you wanted to.

He trailed his thumb against your bottom lip gently before shoving it into your mouth. You gaged on it at first as tears pricked out the corners of your eyes. You went to grab into his wrist as you used your other arm to help sit yourself up slightly.

“Hmm~ my love. You look so tempting like this.” He cooed.

His thumb explored the inside of your wet mouth while his other hand worked on your aching pussy, adding more fingers the more lubricated you became. You were letting out light moans while he worked his fingers.

“Now let me ask you again, do you want me to make you cum?”

You shook your head ‘no’ too stubborn to give in to his abuse.

He huffed in annoyance and removed all of his fingers from your body. You let out a sigh of relief as you laid back down into your back. Hopefully that was it. Hopefully he wouldn’t stoop so low as to go beyond simple touches.

What a foolish thought that was.

He began to tug your pants, along with your underwear, down your legs.

“Hey! Hey, stop! What are you doing?!” You cried out, beginning to kick your legs again.

“Again with the struggling. You’re practically begging to be tied up darling. Or is that what you want? I wasn’t intending on our first time together to include such kinks but if you insist….” He teased you.

“No! No please don’t do that!” You pleaded with him.

“Then stop with the struggling.” He sweetly replied, giving you an innocent smile before continuing to tug your garments down.

You attempted to close your legs but he took hold of your knees in his grasp and forcefully shoved them open and down, making you yelp at the sudden force. You were startled when he suddenly leaned down over your face, you noses touching one another.

“Be still, you’re gonna like this.” He whispered to you before he began to pepper kisses all over your face. His affection slowly began to move from your face down your neck and body. He shifted his hips in between your knees so you wouldn’t be able to close your legs and he could put his hands to better use.

The better use being him moving them up your shirt lightly grazing your sides with his icy fingers. You shuddered at the light touch and flinched when he began to run his bulge against your inner thigh.

His mouth trailed further and further down your body until he was right over where your panty line would be.

“Wait, wait, wait! Please wait!” You pleaded with him yet again, beginning to squirm under his steel like grasp.

“Shh shh shh shh shh…” He purred, looking up at your terrified face. “Trust me my little worshiper, and let your god handle you the way you deserve to be.”

He swiftly dove down, latching his lips onto your clit and began to suck. You wailed in ecstasy, not expecting it to feel so unbelievably good. You didn’t want it to feel good. You wanted it to feel painful, horrible, but all it was was euphoric.

Shame burned throughout your entire body as well as exhilaration. You let out an audible gasp followed by a moan, making the god chuckle. His laugh sent vibrations through your sensitive nerves, making his cruel torcher on your clit even worse.

He devoured you. You couldn’t focus properly because he didn’t spend more than five seconds in one area. He explored every bit of your pretty little pussy like there was no tomorrow.

Circling his tongue around your clit. Going back and forth between sucking violently and giving soft kisses. You gasped desperately for air that felt like it wasn’t their.

Your body couldn’t keep up with the torment he was inflicting on your body.

“Oh! No! Uh…oh god…st…staaahh~” You couldn’t keep the vulgar noises from slipping through your lips. You felt two of his fingers make their way into you. He reached deep inside of you and curled them…all while sucking your poor swollen clit.

You yelled out in ecstasy. Arching your back while bringing your hands to your face, scrunching your hands into a tight fist. You needed to hold on to something. Anything. But not him. You didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” He asked again.

You shook your head, not daring to open your mouth to respond, knowing that only a loud moan would be the thing that would come out.

“You don’t? Why not?” He asked playfully, while adding a third finger, going even deeper.

You squeaked out and shot your hands down to your sides, your fists squeezing even tighter.

“C’mon, say you want me to make you cum. Let me hear it princess. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” He cooed.

“Stop. Stop I- Ah!” Was all you managed to let out before he began sucking on your clit harshly again.

You hadn’t even realized your legs had been squeezing around his head until you subconsciously wrapped them around his neck and shoulders while crying out pathetically as your orgasm coursed through your veins.

Your entire body shook while you clutched the cloth of your shirt, needing something to hold on to.

He continued to eat you out throughout the whole ordeal, but even after you had finished all over his mouth his actions did not cease. In fact, it felt like he became rougher.

Your orgasm was soon replaced with a stinging burn as he overstimulated you.

You cried out his name. Begging for him to stop. But he just continued. He felt as if he couldn’t stop, as if you were addicting. Your voice, practically singing his name, only made it that much harder to stop.

He worked you through two other orgasms with just his mouth and fingers. He was grinding his aching dick through his pants against the old wood of the church for any kind of relief as he did so.

He soon stopped once he worked you through your third orgasm, not wanting you to be all fucked out before the big finish.

You took a breath of relief, finally feeling like you were able to breath once he got back up on his knees and away from your leaking cunt. Your hands had been tangled in is hair, giving in to the desire to pull the thing that was making you feel so good closer, and once he pulled away your hands fell to the side of your head.

“Please…please no more. I-I can’t…” You begged him breathlessly, barley holding back a sob.

“Yes you can. You’ve been doing so well already. I just need you to cum for me one more time princess.”

You shook your head ‘no’, silently crying to yourself. Sure it had felt good, exhilarating in fact…but this was wrong.

“No. No please god no! I don’t want this! I don’t want YOU! I…this is wrong, this…this is rape!” You cried.

His hands slammed down on both sides of your head, taking hold of your hands and roughly interlocking your fingers.

“This. Is not. Rape.” He spoke through his clenched teeth. “This is me, showing you all I have to give. Everything that you deserve.” He stared you down with the most terrifying look you had seen all night. Your breath, yet again, got caught in your throat and you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t you ever accuse me of doing such a thing. I want to give you the world. I am going…to give you the world.” He abruptly flipped you over so that you were laying on your stomach. Your hands reaching out in front of you slightly, and your fingertips just over the edge of the three story drop.

He grabbed hold of your hair, not to harshly but still enough to pull up your head to look at the brewing storm that had grown even darker than before. It had been booming through the entire ordeal, vibrating the earth along with the church you were about to be fucked in.

“You see that? That’s because of you my love. All of this…it can be yours.” He whispered in your ear.

You whimpered fearfully as his hand began to trail inside of your shirt and up your back. He played with the bra strap for a bit, all while whispering about how much he was going to give you. How much he loved you, and just how special you were to him.

His little goddess.

He unclasped your bra and threw it to the side after growing bored of the teasing. The only thing that reminded on your body was the loose shirt that barley protected you from the cold of the storm.

Your eyes widened when you heard him unzipping his pant.

“No…” your voice had devolved into only a small whisper now. “No…it’ll hurt.”

“No no no no no no…darling,” He cooed in your ear. You could feel his erection rubbing against your ass. “It won’t hurt…I promise. I’ll start out slow.”

And with that, he began to push his aching cock inside of your swollen cunt. You will admit, it did not hurt as badly as you though it would, but it was still slightly uncomfortable.

You hung your head down while you tried to take everything he had. You began to shake nervously…this was not how you wanted this to go.

When he had completely sheathed his cock inside of your wet walls, you heard him sigh blissfully above you.

“Y’know…the minute I saw you…I was waiting for this moment.”

He thrusted.

You yelped.

“Just waiting to completely fill you up with all I had…give you everything that you deserved.”

He thrusted.

You yelped.

“All those years of watching you, wishing I could just touch you like this.”

Again…he thrusted, and you yelped.

“And now here we are. My little goddess. My perfect angel. All mine for the taking.”

His pace began to speed up.

“Oh fuck~ you feel so good! Better than I ever imagined.” He wined out. “How do I feel huh? Am I everything you imagined? More perhaps? Oh I want to ruin you my little goddess. I want to fuck you dumb, dumb until the only thing you can think about is me. Ah~ only me!” He rambled on and on, his voice only growing more desperate.

His pace soon quickened, and he closes the gap between your bodies, wrapping his arms around you tightly while you gripped on to the edge of the drop for some kind of grounding.

You tried, you tried so hard not to make any more noises, but you couldn’t. You simply just could not deny the fact how good he was making you feel. How blissful this feeling was.

You looked out to the storm as he slammed into you, the bright lightning illuminating the sky. The thunder ringing in your ears. The wind rushing against your flushed bodies. Everything about it was euphoric.

“Oh fuck! Oh god!!!” You called out, finally just giving in to the torture.

“Yes! Yes just like that! Say my name! Let me know how good I’m making you feel!” He begged, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His hips never seceding and grip never loosening.

“Oh~ oh my love! My darling! My little goddess! I want to make you mine. I want to marry you! Would you like that? Becoming my little wife? My cute little bride, spending the rest of eternity together.” He went on.

The more time went on with his cock inside of you the more delusional he became, turning utterly and completely love sick.

He reached up inside of your shirt and pinched at your nipples harshly, making you moan even louder than you had been previously. He then bit your shoulder, rough enough to surly leave a mark. Your nerves felt like they were on fire.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks along with a small string of drool down your chin. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Yes, yes this was complete and utter bliss.

Thunder rumbled through the sky, starling you and making you jump slightly.

“Shh~ it’s okay~ you’re alright.” The sadistic god soothed into your ear. “I’m never going to let anything hurt you again. You’re all mine. Just mine.” He whispered.

His thrusts became more sporadic and messy. He was loosing his ability to think properly. The only thing that ran through his mind was you.

The way you felt.

The noises you were making.

The way your body reacted to his, even when he was just barley grazing your skin.

Everything about you filled his mind, clouded it.

He was yelping for you. Moaning with you as he thrusted in and out of your warm body. The sounds the two of you were making were so sinful despite being inside such a righteous place.

“Tell me. Ah~! Tell me you want me to make you cum. Say it! Scream it to the world. Let them know who’s making you feel like this princess.” He begged, his grip on you becoming even tighter as he began to approach his own orgasm.

You had given in, accepting that he would have his way with you fully. He was making you feel so good, you didn’t want it to end. Shame burned through your cheeks and throughout your whole body, as you said you wanted him to…no…begged him to make you cum.

His thrusts somehow became even faster, almost inhumanly fast and before you knew it you were shaking and quivering in complete euphoria.

Both of your moans seemed to echo throughout the rumbling of the storm. It seemed to last forever.

You couldn’t deny that that was the best orgasm you had ever experienced. He finished deep inside of you, and you could hear the quiver in his breathing while he struggled to think properly.

He grabbed the underside of your jaw and leaned you all the way back, arching your back, until you were looking up at him. He kissed you deeply and passionately, you didn’t even try to fight it.

When he let go again you collapsed back down onto your stomach, your lungs desperately trying to catch up with you.

“That was so good princess. You did such a good job for me.” He praised, leaving loving kisses on your head.

You whined as he slowly pulled out of you. You could feel his cum leaking out of your abused hole once he was completely out.

The thunder continued to boom in the distance and the wind picked up. You shivered as it rushed over your sensitive skin.

While you were catching your breath you hear the shuffle of him putting his clothes back on from behind you. And once he was done he laid down next to you again and held you in a tight embrace.

He only had his underwear and shirt on, the shirt still unbuttoned. He wanted to be as close to you as possible and deemed too much clothing as a barrier.

“Fuck I love you so much darling.” He told you while he began to pepper kisses around your face while whipping the tears that still remained on your cheeks away with his thumbs.

Wind rushed over your exposed bodies again, making you lean in closer to him, seeking the warmth his body provided. He happily accepted the embrace and made sure your bodies were as close as possible as he tangled his legs with yours.

“Relax, just breath. Fall asleep.”

“I’m…I’m cold.” You weekly replied.

“Oh?” He responded. “Do you want me to take us back home?”

You shook your head and buried it into the crook of his neck, your hold on him tightening. “No…no no. I don’t want to go there.” You whimpered.

“Hmm~ okay. Let’s just stay here for awhile.” He sighed, his body relaxing around yours.

Your only stiffened. You were petrified. You didn’t want to go to the place he called ‘home.’

As the sky continued to lighten and darken while the storm grew closer. You felt small beads of rain begin to sprinkle your body as it blew into the room.

It was somewhat soothing.

You let out a shaky breath before you allowed sleep to take you over, and your worn out body to finally relax in the arms of a god who, you knew now, you would never be able to get away from.

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