Chapter 133: Finish
Adal didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples harder as she trembled and squirted.
When her orgasm finally started to fade and her body went limp against the tub edge, Adal leaned over her, breathing heavily.
"I’m going to cum in your ass now," he announced in her ear.
He gripped her hips tightly and gave several deep, firm thrusts. Juliette whimpered weakly, still sensitive. With a low groan, Adal buried as much of his cock as he could, which was only half, and came hard.
Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped deep into her virgin asshole, filling her up. He kept twitching inside her as he emptied himself completely, his seed flooding her tight channel until it started leaking out around his shaft.
He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, gently kneading her breasts and kissing her shoulder while she panted and trembled.
"Well done," he said softly.
It was the woman’s first anal creampie, and it was glorious.
Juliette could only whimper in response, her body spent and her tight little hole still fluttering around his cock, slowly leaking his load.
When he pulled out, he watched cum drizzle down her leg.
At least she does not have to worry about getting pregnant.
...
Rejuvenated and full of Lustful Mana, Adal exited the library and found Dadonus waiting in the streets for him.
The man was like an alien, looking around everywhere as though he had never seen the real world before.
Once he spotted Adal, he waved.
"Did you finish? You last much longer than I do. The gods would love you," he shouted, earning strange glances from the passers-by.
Adal palmed his face as he started to head down the streets, gesturing for the man to follow.
"Come on. Let’s go, before you ruin my reputation."
...
The duo walked through the street, engaging in chatter.
In truth, Adal had no reason to travel far from his library. After all, he wished to open his end of the portal within his bedroom. However, he decided to take the opportunity to walk with Dadonus, learn more about him... and purchase some new clothes.
They arrived at the tailor’s that Adal had visited many months ago, back when he was invited to Juliette’s party.
The smell of leather and fragrances brought memories back to him.
I remember when my greatest problems were how I would be perceived at parties. Now, I communicate with the gods.
Time does fly.
...
The tailor noticed the two men approaching. He was the same man from before, middle-aged with a bald head and a brown moustache.
When he looked at Dadonus, he squinted his eyes and judged him. Then, his eyes landed on Adal.
His jaw dropped.
"It is you... The angel of Fairwhite City!"
"..." Adal paused.
Is that what they are calling me now? I can hardly blame them, I guess. How often do you see someone flying above your city with angel wings?
"I remember you from months ago, when you were just a commoner," the tailor continued. "Did I treat you rudely back then? Oh mother, please tell me I didn’t."
Adal smiled slightly.
Yes, you did. I remember perfectly.
"I’m not sure. I don’t remember," he lied. "Anyways, I came here to get a suit for my friend. One similar to mine; easy to move in, and not too expensive."
The tailor clicked his fingers. "Don’t worry about cost, angel. This one is on the house."
Then, he began taking Dadonus’s measurements. Once done, he made his way into the backrooms, leaving the two to wait in the main shop.
Dadonus was looking at Adal with a smirk on his face.
"You are an angel? You did not tell me that."
Adal rolled his eyes.
"I am no angel. It’s only because of what happened in the Battle of Fairwhite City."
"What did you do to earn yourself that title?"
"...I used angel wings to fly above the city and attack the enemies that were located in the skies."
"..."
Dadonus rubbed his chin for a few moments.
"Sounds like an angel to me."
"No, they weren’t my wings. It was—"
Adal was about to explain his magical artefact, but then the tailor returned, holding three different suits in his hand, each of different colours.
Dadonus’s eyes lit up as the tailor started to explain each of the suits and the stories behind them.
He let the man try them on, and Dadonus acted like a kid in a candy shop. After all, whenever he roamed the world of Boen, there was no such fashion. Little did the tailor know that the man before him was one of the few gods who had descended onto the physical planes.
...
Half an hour later, Dadonus had finally chosen a suit. It was a dark violet colour, matching the man’s silky purple hair. It had a rose sticking out of the breast pocket, which was a little touch that Dadonus had suggested himself.
For a god, the man was very calm and innocent. Or at least it seemed so.
...
As the tailor said, he gave them the suit for free, along with a pair of smart black shoes for the man to wear.
With his fashion sorted out, the duo left the store and began to travel back home.
Now, Dadonus looked like he could fit in with the world of humans. He would still need to learn much more in order to be seen as completely normal, such as how to speak.
It made Adal wonder; just what was the god’s life like back when he was on Boen? He looked human enough, so why did he not behave like one?
...
He brushed the thought aside for now. There would be time to question the man later. For now, there were more important matters to focus on.
"It’s time to open the Outer Realm Gate, Dadonus. Are you ready?"
The man was currently busy trying to befriend a black bird that was pecking at bread on the pavement.
He turned his handsome face to Adal.
"Yes. Just tell me what you want me to do."