Chapter 19: The Weight of Gratitude

The Shattered Spire hummed with distant forges and patrolling demons, but within Karnazul's chamber, tension simmered. Restless after days of recovery, the Ash Lord flexed his new prosthetic – a sleek, claw-tipped slime limb crafted by Lilith. It moved with eerie precision, yet reminded him of defeat.

Donarstraza entered, not with her usual divine authority, but quiet grace. Her golden eyes softened as they met his. "Lilith's work suits you," she said, fingers brushing the cool slime. "A testament to your resilience."

Karnazul remained still. "It functions. A tool like any blade."

"It's more than that," she replied gently. "A reminder of what you endured for me." Her touch lingered—tender, reverent. She stepped closer, her heat mingling with his, one hand cupping his face, the other resting over his heart.

"You've given me everything—your oath, your pain. Let me give you something in return," she whispered, voice trembling with emotion. "Not as your Goddess, but as Donarstraza. Let me make you happy."

Her words hung in the charged stillness, an offer born not of command, but of deep, shared vulnerability—an unspoken promise echoing in the silence between them.

In the stark glow of his chamber, Karnazul found himself suddenly focused on the sensation of Donarstraza's fingers. They brushed against his bare skin, tracing patterns that had nothing to do with healing. Her touch was electric, meant to stir. That's why her eyes, aflame with a heat they hadn't shown in a long time, were fixed firmly on his cock.

She gripped him, her palm a brand against his cock. He throbbed into her hand. Her grip tightened, strokes firm and measured, meant to pull every pang of pleasure out of him. She leaned in, her hair falling forward to curtain them both from the world.

AWHHHH!!

Karnazul growled as her tongue flicked out, just a taste of the bead of precum glistening on his tip. It was a fleeting touch, a tease meant to make him ache. Her eyes snapped back to his, hungry, curious, wondering if she could take more of him into that hot little mouth of hers. It's big, bigger than before. I'm sure liltith had a hand in this.

"Can I take it" She asked, mesmerized by the shear size of it.

Before he could answer, she shifted. Her breasts, freed from any constraint pressed his cock into the valley of her cleavage. She rose them up and down along his shaft, the sensation of her soft flesh squeezing his length making him groan.

AWHHHH!

"ERE-hah! D'you LIKE that?!", she said her eyes locked at his. She wanted to please him— a relief after a fierce battle.

He knew what it did to him, so she must have known too, as her hands pushed her breasts even harder onto his cock with increasing speed. "Wait," he managed, his voice strained, "is that thing going to fit in your throat, my leige?"

All Donarstraza said in return was, "Maybe we should find out." She released her breasts, her hair flopping back over her shoulders as her gaze speared into him.

Her tongue swiped up his cock, making him shudder. Then she took his tip into her mouth, her lips wide as she started the slow process of taking every inch of his dick into her salivating mouth. The sight of her full, pink lips wrapped around his dick, the feel of her mouth as she started to bob up and down, drove him insane.

GULP! GULP! GULP!

It was a sight that, he knew, would be forever seared in his mind. With every GULP! he moaned aggressively, she was too good, better than before.

His hand — not the one made of slime, but the regenerated hand, shoved her head, her mouth full engulfing his cock. Her eyes gazed up, as he waist oscillated back and forth — the motion intended on coitus through her mouth.

GULP! GULP!

Saliva gushing from the edges of her pink lips, as her mouth fully wrapped his cock. He's even more tasty. I think I should take more of his length.

GULP! GULP!

Her mouth brushed by his length, his shaft a driving force around her throat.

When she finally popped off of his cock, her voice devote and husky, she looked up to him and asks, "should I ride your dick, ash lord?" His breath hitched. For a split second, Karnazul was speechless.