As the sun dipped low on the horizon, we arrived at a sprawling mansion—grand as a castle, standing proudly in the heart of Krezel, where land was worth its weight in gold.
Unlike the frugal goddess Demeter, Thanatos had a flair for the extravagant.
She owned several such estates beyond Krezel's borders.
Among the heavenly goddesses, Thanatos was fabulously wealthy—second only to one on the entire continent.
Yet her fortune wasn't inherited through divine status; it was earned through shrewd business acumen that rivaled even her mastery of magic.
After a light supper with wine at Thanatos & Her, her private restaurant, I retired to the spacious guest room reserved for my visits.
Lying alone on a bed far too large for one, I was startled by a soft knock—followed by the door swinging open without waiting for my reply.
"Already asleep~?"
The midnight intruder was none other than Thanatos herself, the mistress of the mansion.
Fresh from a shower, her silver hair damp, she wore nothing but a loosely tied gray bathrobe.
"Feeling lonely after reuniting with your beloved wife after so long?"
"No, Thanatos, it's not that…"
"Hehe, just teasing~."
She laughed, delighted by my flustered reaction, then glided toward me with the grace of a dancer.
Hips swaying, she closed the distance until she stood at the bedside—where, with deliberate slowness, she untied the sash of her robe.
It slipped to the floor, revealing the naked splendor of the Goddess of Death.
I swallowed hard.
Before me lay the finest delicacy in all the magical city—
Milk-white breasts that trembled with her slightest movement,
A waist impossibly slender beneath their weight,
And the untouched paradise between her thighs.
A beauty unmatched, descended from the heavens—no less breathtaking than Demeter herself.
"If you stare so hungrily, I might just devour you."
Still teasing, she climbed onto the bed, completely bare.
Her gaze was predatory as she reached for me, fingers deftly stripping away my pants and undergarments.
I let her, submitting to her practiced touch.
"Hehe, missed this, haven't you?"
She freed my cock, already stiff and straining upward, and licked her lips before wrapping her fingers around it.
Her strokes were slow, deliberate—each one sending jolts of pleasure that curled my toes.
"Good?"
Eyes half-lidded, she watched my reactions.
I nodded, breath hitching.
As if rewarded, she leaned down and took me into her mouth.
"Tsk—Churrup~!"
"Ngh—!!"
Her tongue swirled expertly, coaxing sensations so intense I had to fight not to spill then and there.
Among the five heavenly goddesses, Thanatos' skill was peerless—no one could reduce me to trembling so quickly.
"Enough—get up here, Thanatos!"
If this continued, I'd disgrace myself before even properly beginning.
I pulled her up, flipping her onto her back, and positioned myself between her thighs.
"I'm going in…"
Guiding my slick length, I pressed into her.
A couple of misaligned thrusts—then, with a gasp from us both, I sheathed myself fully.
"Ah—! Thanatos, Tha—Thanatos…!"
Her heat was unbearable, her walls clinging like a vice.
I pistoned desperately, chasing the pleasure, but Thanatos' moans—though sweet—were measured.
Controlled.
I kissed her, kneaded her breasts, tried everything to draw out genuine rapture—but her responses, while pretty, were performative.
"Tsk! Ugh—!"
Less than a minute in, my stamina faltered.
Even with Ion Reyhard's heroic physique, my endurance was pitiful—a consequence of Lee Jin-woo's mortal mind.
Three minutes was my limit.
Just as my rhythm began to stutter, Thanatos moved.
In a flash, she rolled us over, straddling me with effortless grace.
She took my cock in hand, guiding it back inside her with a sinful smirk.
"Ugh—!"
"Like how I feel~?"
She rode me leisurely, silver hair cascading as she ground down.
Her breasts bounced hypnotically—I couldn't look away.
Noticing my fixation, she seized my hands and pressed them to her chest.
"Go on."
I groaned, kneading flesh too ample for one palm, as she set a relentless pace.
Thanatos was nothing like Demeter.
Where Demeter was innocence to be claimed, Thanatos was temptation incarnate—every glance, every gesture, designed to ensnare.
No man, gay or straight, could resist her.
"I'm close—Thanatos! I'm—!"
"Then cum. Fill me up~."
Her whisper was a command.
With a final, frantic roll of her hips, I shattered—spilling inside her with a broken groan.
Thanatos sighed, satisfied, while I lay boneless beneath her.
But she wasn't done.
As my spent cock slipped free, she took it back into her mouth, cleaning me with slow, lingering sucks.
I twitched weakly, oversensitive.
"Ion."
Finished, she curled against me, resting her head on my arm.
Expecting a kiss, I turned—only to freeze at her next words.
"Shall we invite the guest?"
My breath caught.
I must have misheard.
"…What?"
Thanatos' smile deepened—a predator's grin.
"I know you've been with another man."
The Goddess of Death had spoken.
And there was no escaping her verdict.