The sun had nearly set by the time we arrived at the palatial mansion looming like a castle at Krezel's heart—where land prices could bankrupt kings. Unlike Demeter, whose tastes leaned toward frugality, Thanatos had a flair for the extravagant.
This wasn't her only property. She owned several similar estates across the continent. Among the heavenly goddesses, Thanatos stood as the second-wealthiest being alive—a testament not to her divine status, but to a business acumen rivaling her magical prowess.
After a light supper of wine and delicacies at her private restaurant, I retired to the sprawling guest suite reserved for my visits. As I sprawled across the absurdly oversized bed, a knock sounded—followed immediately by the door swinging open without permission.
"Going to sleep already~?"
Thanatos stood framed in the doorway, silver hair damp from her bath, clad only in a loosely tied gray robe.
"No welcome for your beloved wife after so long?"
"N-no, that's not—"
"Hehe. Teasing~."
Her laugh was a velvet purr as she glided forward, hips swaying like a dancer's. At the bedside, she untied her robe with deliberate slowness. The fabric pooled at her feet, unveiling the Goddess of Death in her full, unclad glory.
My throat went dry.
Before me lay perfection incarnate:
Breasts like spilled moonlight, quivering with each breath.
A waist so narrow it defied physics beneath their weight.
Hips flaring into thighs that framed the unspoiled paradise between them.
A feast no mortal could resist.
"Stare any harder, and I'll charge admission."
With a predator's grin, she climbed atop the bed. Her fingers made quick work of my pants, freeing my already-stiff cock.
"Mmm. Missed this."
A single stroke from her practiced hand had my toes curling.
"Good?"
I managed a nod, breath hitching. Her response was to swallow me whole.
"Tsk! Churrup~!"
"Ah—! Fuck…!"
Her tongue coiled around me, a masterclass in ruinous pleasure. I barely lasted thirty seconds before wrenching her off.
"Enough. I need inside you."
She giggled, licking her lips, but obeyed—sprawling back as I mounted her. After fumbling (her folds were maddeningly slick), I sheathed myself fully.
"Ngh! T-Thanatos…!"
Her walls clenched, molten silk strangling my cock. Yet her moans were… polite. Too polite.
I kissed her fiercely, kneading her breasts as I thrust, desperate to break that infuriating composure. Her breath hitched prettily—but I knew better. This was pity praise.
"Tsk! Ugh…!"
Pathetic. My stamina crumbled within minutes. As my pace faltered, Thanatos flipped us effortlessly. Now astride me, she impaled herself to the hilt.
"Ungh…! S-so tight—!"
"Like my pussy that much~?"
She rolled her hips, a slow, filthy grind that had me seeing stars. When my hands twitched toward her tits, she seized my wrists and pinned them to her chest.
"Look your fill."
Her breasts bounced, hypnotic, as she rode me like a woman possessed. Every undulation of her waist was lethal precision—the way she milkled me with just her inner muscles—
"C-close! I'm—!"
"Come. Drench me."
Her whisper shattered me. I came with a shout, spilling into her clutching depths. Thanatos sighed, still rock-hard atop me, before sliding off to clean me with her mouth.
"Ion."
Afterward, she curled against me, head pillowed on my arm. Expecting a kiss, I leaned in—
"Shall we invite the guest?"
My blood froze.
"W-what?"
Had I misheard? But her next words obliterated all doubt.
"I've been with another man."
The Goddess of Death smiled, her eyes bottomless pits.
"Would you like to watch?"