As the Goddess of Beauty jerked herself upward downward her tongue teasing Byron's hard-as-a-rock little brother and her soft fingers giving his balls a good treat, Byron recalled all the incidences where he had to invent an excuse, a lie or pay girls to hide his impotence.
Now that he was no longer impotent, like the Goddess of Beauty had asked, why was he being a jerk?
'I'm not a jerk! Not anymore!'
With this realization, a realization that sex was something he had been craving for more than his mind could process, Byron grabbed the Goddess of Beauty's black hair and impaled her on his pole so hard as if to punish her for provoking him.
Taken aback, the Goddess of Beauty pulled away and asked while with his cock still pressed on her damp lips.
"Realized you need it, eh?"
"Shut the fuck up and get to work you bitch!"
Goddess of Beauties's face brightened at the revelation, a grin that threatened to tear her face apart appearing.
"I like that, tough guy!"
She held onto his thighs as if her life depended on them, Byron push-pulling inside-out of her damp lips, his grip on her raven black hair still tight.
Sounds he only used to hear in some videos filled the room... was the room the right word? He would call it an endless white expanse.
...Sounds which he only used to hear in some kind of videos, sounds which his ears had longed for hearing for so long and sounds which brought a foreign feeling of satisfaction into his mind echoed around the endless white expanse.
Soon, Goddess of Beauty let go of his thighs and took control once again, her tricks and professionalism making him do something he never thought he would do. Moaning.
She didn't allow him to close his eyes or keep his hands idle. Not anymore. This time, she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her juicy melons.
"Why are you frightened to touch?"
Byron was not frightened. It was only that he had lived the whole of his life having to convince himself not to touch for he would not fulfill the responsibilities the touching brought with it.
His silence made her assume he was frightened. To her, he was just a virgin boy, after all.
She roamed his hand over her juicy melons encouraging him.
"It's just a boob. Touch it!"
When he started fondling them, she congratulated him.
"You're being a good student, tough boy. Go rough on me! Don't go easy on me! The Venomous Beauties won't like going easy on them."
'As you wish!'
As if to reward him for his roughness, her tongue swirled around the head of his little brother, her hands still stroking his cock.
'Gods... go on bitch!'
Like a worker satisfied with her boss's praises, the Goddess of Beauty unleashed a technique after another until Byron could not withstand it. He trembled and thought maybe Goddess of Beauty also killed partners during the act. His mind fell into a canyon of despair as the intensity of trembling increased, but the goddess of Beauty knew better what was happening.
"Uh... please!"
She pressed her open mouth in front of his cock, her tongue sliding out of her lips as if waiting for some kind of something that could go to waste if she didn't pay attention.
She would glance at the confused Byron from time to time, her gaze a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.
This made Byron realized something. Nothing was wrong. Things were taking a good turn instead. He was erupting. He was having his first orgasm... ever.
'Oh Gods!'
Worried no more, he reached for his cock and gave it a good stroke then another then another and then...
'Oh Gods!'
Something milky in nature shot out of his dragon's eye, Goddess of Beauty opening her mouth too wide to make sure every droplet would find itself inside.
"More, I want more!"
Seemingly not satisfied with the quantity, she grabbed his cock and squeezed it to push more milk out but to no avail. Perhaps she had had this kind of a drink many years ago and she wanted more.
"Don't worry, bitch!"
There's something Byron was sure of. Having a droplet of God of Desires in his blood was not some kind of a decoration. He had not paid much attention to it before, but he could feel the change in his strength, especially now that he was in the middle of a battle.
Recalling all girls he wanted to bang but couldn't, all the tears they she'd in front of him, he pushed the Goddess of Beauty to the floor to avenge them.
Goddess of Beauty thought he was inexperienced. He was going to teach her a lesson of underestimating the number of hot videos he watched trying to wake his little brother back on earth.
Giggling, she spread her legs and let him in. Byron didn't want any formalities. He didn't want any greeting or knocking. Even the kissing or licking would come later. He was sure he would in future have as much time as he wanted to do all those things he used to see in videos.
Now, his intention was one. To lose his virginity officially.
"You really are a tough guy!" exclaimed the Goddess of Beauty as Byron threw his red robes aside. Now, as pale as he could be for having lived in the cave, he assumed an I'm going to fuck you position.
"Do you think I'm tough? Well, I guess you're also going to see it."
With that, his one-eyed dragon teased her can't a little, parting those beautiful in-between legs lips to see a pink view inside.
Not even slowing down, he thrust into those lips, driving it deeper and deeper. Goddess of Beauty's reaction was as if she didn't expect him to be that rough. Well, she didn't expect it from a boy she could give birth to several hundreds of times. To a boy she considered inexperienced. However, not expecting doesn't mean not wanting.
"Oh!... that ah!~~ go on tough guy. Hard. Go rough on me, tough b... ah! Tough guy ah! ah~~ slaps please!"
Byron was too consumed by his longing to punish her tight pussy that he had forgotten she had other inhuman body parts. Two juicy melons appeared in his view, making him think of nothing but to slap them.
"Yes! yes! uh~ ah! ah!"
He increased his pace and made his slaps more punishing. The whiteness on her cheeks had already faded away, replaced by a colour Byron knew as blushing. And, as his wet slaps increased, her round mounds followed the suit. It was good to see her alabaster skin turning as red as a tomato.
'It's not me! It's you!'
Byron didn't want to be the first to tremble. She wanted her to be the one to squirm and writh first. He wanted her to always keep this moment in her mind.
'This feels good! I feel so good!'
He kept muttering to himself but her high-piyched moans were more louder.
"Ah! yes! yes... so rough! ah! Yes, tough boy~~ ah! ah!"