Supernaturally Stacked: Finding Goddess

Sovereign kicks back at home when someone knocks. She wasn't expecting company. When she opens up, Skylar's standing there looking star-struck, mouth hanging open, saying nothing while she gawks like she just met a rock star. Sovereign grins, amused but also creeped out a little, then waves the girl inside. Skylar makes this excited squeak and scurries in. Skylar blurts out that she's been hunting Sovereign down because she knows the truth: Sovereign is the real-life goddess of sex and raw lust. Sovereign shrugs, tries to brush it off, but the girl keeps pushing. Claims she has tracked her forever, built her whole damn career on the belief. Sovereign raises an eyebrow, impressed despite herself. "All right, kid, you got me. I used to be worshiped, but humans quit believing in gods, so I blended in." Skylar lights up like a kid on Christmas. Says she never stopped believing, not for a second. Something in Sovereign's chest goes soft. She steps in close, voice low. "Then maybe you deserve a reward." She pins Skylar against the nearest wall, mouths on her neck, hands sliding under clothes with the easy confidence of someone who's been worshiped for centuries. They tumble onto the couch. Skylar moans loud when Sovereign's fingers slip inside her; the goddess knows every spot that makes a girl shake. Heat builds fast. Sovereign rides her, hips rolling slow then hard, sweat-slicked skin slapping, dirty praise spilling out between filthy kisses. Skylar's legs tremble, but she keeps begging for more, hips jerking up to meet every thrust. Her lifelong hunt ends with Sovereign's mouth between her thighs, tongue working like worship, until Skylar comes so hard her vision whites out. After, she lies there panting, wondering if any mortal can ever keep up with a goddess like that.