“Thank you, my lord Fate,” I murmur. “Why are you thanking me?” His softening cock leaves my body and then his weight is gone. “For honoring me,” I reply automatically. “Are you honored, then?” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Am I? In a way, I suppose I am. A god had sex with me. I’ve had two gods inside my body now—Aron and now this Spidae. It amuses me that I probably have the holiest cunt this side of Aventine.
