Soul God Dominates the Mortal World
Chapter 103: A Thank You...

Chapter 103: A Thank You...

"Shh," he said softly, the dress sliding from her shoulders like a river of silk, pooling at her feet. "Just breathe. Let me take care of you."

He guided her to sit on the cushioned platform, his hands never rushing, never commanding—just steady, comforting, reverent. Like she was something sacred.

Which, to him, she was.

He leaned in, his forehead touching hers, letting their breaths mingle in the still air.

"You are not alone," he whispered. "You never were. And right now... you don’t need to lead anyone. You don’t need to be strong. You don’t need to freeze your emotions."

Ivana’s lips trembled slightly. Her armor was gone—physically, emotionally. She felt bared, not just in body, but in spirit. And instead of fear, there was a strange warmth blooming in her chest.

In a private chamber of Luxenhold’s grand palace, the capital of the Great Lumen Empire, the air was heavy with the scent of jasmine, the soft glow of flickering flames casting shadows on ornate walls.

The room was quiet, the city’s distant hum muffled by thick velvet curtains, the tension of whatever ordeal they’d faced fading into the intimacy of the moment. Deus sat on a cushioned divan, his silver hair shimmering like starlight, his muscular frame draped in a loose silk shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his chiseled chest, his smooth skin glowing with divine youth. His eyes, sharp yet tender, fixed on her, a woman whose trembling voice betrayed her vulnerability, her need for him.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you," she said, her voice trembling, a soft quiver that tugged at his divine senses.

Her dark auburn hair cascaded in loose waves, framing her flushed face, her emerald eyes glistening with unshed tears, her full lips parted, her petite frame wrapped in a flowing gown that clung to her hourglass curves—plump breasts straining the fabric, round hips swaying faintly, her skin creamy, kissed by freckles across her shoulders.

Deus leaned in, his lips brushing her brow, a feathered kiss, light as a whisper, sparking a shiver through her.

He drew her close, his strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her into his embrace, her body melting against his, soft and warm. She rested her head on his shoulder, her auburn hair spilling over his chest, her eyes closing for the first time in what felt like weeks, her breathing steadying, her heart calming, her body relaxing in his hold, his divine warmth a balm to her frayed nerves.

Her plump breasts pressed against him, her nipples hardening faintly through her gown, her round ass nestling against his thigh, her scent—floral with a hint of musk—stirring his cock, his lust simmering beneath his tender care.

Her cheeks flushed, a rosy blush spreading, her emerald eyes fluttering open, meeting his glowing gaze, her lips curving into a shy smile.

"Thank you..." she whispered, her voice soft, raw, her gratitude laced with something deeper, a spark of desire igniting in her core, her pussy tingling, her body craving more than comfort.

She shifted, her gown slipping slightly, revealing the swell of her breasts, her freckled skin glowing in the candlelight, her hands resting on his chest, fingers tracing his muscles, a hesitant but bold touch that made his cock twitch, his divine senses buzzing.

"You don’t gotta thank me," Deus said, his voice low, a seductive growl, his glowing eyes glinting with lust, his silver hair swaying as he tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"But if you want to..." He smirked, his hand sliding to her waist, fingers pressing into her soft curves, pulling her closer, her plump breasts squishing against him, her breath hitching, her pussy clenching, her arousal soaking her panties, her body yielding to his divine allure.

She blushed harder, her emerald eyes wide, her lips parting, a soft gasp escaping as she read his intent, her heart racing, her desire overwhelming her shyness.

"I... I want to," she murmured, her voice husky, her hands sliding down his chest, fingers grazing his abs, pausing at his waistband, trembling but eager.

She slid off the divan, kneeling between his legs, her gown pooling around her, her auburn hair cascading, her plump breasts jiggling faintly, her round ass raised, a sensual silhouette in the candlelight.

Her fingers fumbled with his pants, tugging them down, freeing his hard cock, thick and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum, a divine rod that made her pussy drip, her mouth watering, her eyes locked on it, wide with awe and hunger.

"Fuck, you’re beautiful," Deus growled, his voice rough, his hand tangling in her auburn hair, not forcing but guiding, his glowing eyes feasting on her flushed face, her full lips, her emerald eyes sparkling with lust.

She leaned in, her breath hot against his cock, her lips brushing the tip, a feather-light kiss that sparked a groan from him, his hips shifting, his divine senses reeling.

"Go on... show me how thankful you are," he teased, his tone playful, lustful, his fingers tightening in her hair, her blush deepening, her pussy clenching, her arousal a slick mess between her thighs.

She licked first, her tongue flat, gliding along the underside of his shaft, slow and deliberate, tasting his salty precum, her moan soft, muffled, her auburn hair swaying, tickling his thighs.

Her lips parted, kissing the tip, sucking gently, her tongue swirling over the head, teasing the slit, sparking jolts through his core, his groans louder, his hand guiding her, urging her deeper.

She took him in, her mouth warm, wet, tight, enveloping his cock, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue rolling along the shaft, her suction firm, her emerald eyes flicking up, meeting his glowing gaze, a lewd devotion that made his cock throb, his pleasure spiking.

"Damn... that’s good," Deus grunted, his voice rough, his silver hair swaying, his muscular frame tensing, his glowing eyes locked on her, her auburn hair bobbing, her full lips sliding up and down, her plump breasts jiggling faintly, her gown slipping further, revealing more of her freckled skin.

She sucked harder, her head moving faster, her tongue swirling, her lips slurping, the wet sounds filling the room, a sensual symphony blending with his groans, her moans, the crackle of candles.

Her hand joined, stroking the base of his cock, her fingers soft but firm, twisting gently, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging lightly, her touch bold, her pussy dripping, her arousal soaking her gown, her thighs pressing together, her own pleasure building.

"You like that, huh?" she murmured, pulling off briefly, her lips glossy, her voice husky, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief, her auburn hair a mess, strands sticking to her flushed face.

She licked the tip again, slow and teasing, her tongue flicking, sparking a growl from him, his hand tightening in her hair, his cock twitching, her confidence growing, her devotion mixing with playfulness.

"Tell me... how’s it feel?" she teased, her lips brushing his shaft, her breath hot, her pussy clenching, her boldness a turn-on, her body craving his praise.

"Feels fucking divine," Deus said, his voice low, lustful, his glowing eyes narrowing, his smirk wicked, his hand guiding her back, urging her to suck again.

"Don’t stop, babe... keep that mouth working," he growled, his fingers tangling deeper in her auburn hair, her moan muffled as she obeyed, taking him in again, deeper this time, her throat relaxing, her lips sliding to the base, her nose brushing his crotch, her gag reflex suppressed, her emerald eyes watering faintly, her dedication raw, her pussy throbbing, her juices dripping, her plump breasts bouncing with each bob.

She worked him relentlessly, her mouth a tight, wet heaven, her tongue swirling, her lips sucking, her hand stroking, her other hand massaging his balls, her rhythm perfect, her auburn hair bobbing, her freckled shoulders gleaming, her gown slipping to her waist, baring her plump breasts, her dark nipples hard, jiggling with her movements.

Deus groaned, his pleasure building, his cock throbbing, her mouth driving him wild, his divine stamina tested by her mortal skill, her lewd devotion a fucking masterpiece.

"Fuck... you’re gonna make me cum," he growled, his voice rough, his hips bucking faintly, his hand guiding her, his glowing eyes locked on her, her emerald eyes meeting his, sparkling with pride, lust, love.

"Cum for me..." she mumbled around his cock, her voice muffled, her lips vibrating, her tongue swirling, her suction tighter, her hand stroking faster, her pussy dripping, her own climax teetering, her body trembling, her auburn hair a wild cascade, her freckled skin flushed, her plump breasts bouncing, her devotion absolute.

Deus’s pleasure peaked, his cock pulsing violently, his groans loud, his hand tightening in her hair, holding her in place.

With a roar, he came, shooting thick, hot ropes of divine cum into her mouth, flooding her throat, warm and creamy, her moan loud, her emerald eyes wide, her lips sealed around him, swallowing every drop, her tongue milking him, her throat working, her pussy clenching, her own climax hitting, her juices soaking her gown, her thighs quaking, her body shuddering, her pleasure tied to his.