"Ahh…" The moment Mithras unloaded for the final time, Ishtar relaxed, sprawling on the bed as she settled in a delightful afterglow. Mithras lay beside her watching the look of bliss and contentment on her face with a doting smile.
They'd finally done it—crossing a line, that'd no doubt send their old man flying into a rage. Even Menaka might not necessarily be that supportive, especially considering how codified and uptight the Balmarian Aristocracy was in general.
But again, who cares? Their opinion didn't matter. The world could go to hell. For this night and all the nights to come were no doubt worth the heckles of mortals and gods alike!
But as the pair fixed one another, sharing myriad words in silence, a tiny red snake crawled up the bed, slithering to Mithras' crotch, and expanding as she latched on the Human Aphrodisiac's dick, outright wrapping herself around his meat.
