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Hear the voice of the divine, o, mortal. I shall impart unto you a tale of tragedy, but I shall reject any pity.

I am the god of the Bountiful River. I treat no man, woman or differently. All who deserve my blessing already have it. Such was the heavenly pledge I made before my siblings.

Yet, in my foolishness, I let those words become lies.

I manifested in the mortal realm to the joy of our subjects. I requested a lonely palace and a particular servant once again. All, including the son of the Sun himself, were quick to comply.

The lonely abode sat by my river, surrounded only by dunes. I sat my physical form bare on a divan in the center of a room. To those humans, my body was a fusion of their shape and a crocodile's; so that's how I appeared.

My solitude ended when the servant I requested pierced through the drapes in the room's doorway. “I am honored to be in your presence, my Lord."

His skin was one of bronze honey, his poise was peerless, his voice the song of birds, and his eyes innocent ambers.

“You do well to answer my summons. Come hither and expose yourself to me."

He did as I ordered. His white tunic fell amidst his steps, closely cropped hair replaced the awful wig, but I let him keep the jewelry I had gifted him. His form was attractive as well, bearing a slender, almost womanly body but endowed with a proud manhood.

Once he came close, I beckoned him to join me in my seat. As soon as he did, I wrapped my arm around him in a self-indulgent embrace. The shape of my form's mouth made it hard to kiss him, but I fared well. He replied to my offerings of affection with small moans and grunts.

“I had no choice," he said. “I must obey, my God."

“Have you not understood my previous words? Meet me in this way out of choice, not duty."

He grunted and hesitated before answering. “I fear not being able to tell them apart…"

I laid his body beneath mine, looked deep into his beautiful eyes, and whispered to him. “Then, let me help you decide."

First, I got to his neck, my kisses slowly turning to licks. My form gave me excessive salivation; and I knew he enjoyed that. I covered his neck and chest in my slobber before stopping to appreciate his nipples.

They were so small, so captivating. My tongue overshadowed them, my nibbles excited them to stiffen. The human gasped and moaned at my actions. After I pleased it enough, I moved onto his lower body.

Navels were a fascination with mine. Gods nor my physical form had them, so I always gave special attention to the small dent in the middle of his stomach. To my luck, that man was also quite sensitive in that area as well. The combination of my laps and his grunts was an arousing symphony.

Next, my licks led me to the area between his legs. I did not bother with teasing him, going straight for his testicles. Another feature I lacked in any form. To hanging fruits, covered in a sack of skin. My dancing tongue made him call my title repeatedly as he caressed the top of my head.

I spoke behind a frisky grin. “Does it feel like an obligation now?"

“My Lord…"

“Now, allow me."

My face turned to the manly obelisk he bore. His scent was great too; manly, despite his appearance. The nostrils of a crocodile inhale and exhale heavily. So each time I did, it excited him a bit more.

The tongue was enough to wrap around his phallus. He squirmed a little with my first move, but as soon as I let his penis inside my maw, he turned docile.

His taste too was excellent. All these feelings are foreign to Gods. It's why we ask for sacrifices to consume. But eating does not compare to the way I pleased my subject that day.

He did not last long; not after all that stimulation. I did not judge him; all I cared about was to pleasure my beautiful subject. My body was ready to take his sperm. Not a drop lost. That was the only way I wanted to consume him.

I smirked at his lovely, gasping face. “We're not done."

Without command, the man turned, presenting his backside to me. Another part of him, with feminine proportions. The plumpness tempted me, and I did not resist.

My tongue scanned that hole well; I ensured I would tease him. His groans and heavy breathing were the only incentive I needed.

Eventually I pierced the hole. No foulness to be found. I had given a special trinket that would keep him clean for my use. Without impurities, the only flavor I got was delectable.

Finally, I pulled out and positioned myself for the finale. I placed my large, smooth penis between his cheeks, over his hole.

“Tell me, my loyal subject. Do you want this?"

I teased one last time by rubbing on him.

“Yes…"

“Yes?"

“I do, my Lord!"

“Good!"

As soon as he answered me properly, I shoved my phallus inside him. There was no need to be gentle, he had told me he likes it rough; so I gave it to him. Pound after pound, restlessly.

As a god, I had the power to control my physical appearance to some extent, and so could easily go on for hours. Alas, I simply could not torture him thusly.

After ten minutes, I gave him my divine seed. I filled him powerfully and for a long time. It was enough that he ejaculated with no other stimulation.

After I moved myself away from him again, I lied beside him in a spooning position. Combing what little hair he had, feeling his body, all so innocent and special.

“My Lord, if I may ask you something."

It confused me. “Alright, proceed."

“My lord… Why do you… we do this?"

I grew even more bewildered. “What do you mean?"

“I have a wife, my Lord. One I united with under the grace of the Gods. And yet, you elope with me. Why?"

Fear of divine retribution. I could not blame him; mortals do well to fear the divine.

There was no deep reason. I liked to be with him.

“Answer me this," I said. “do you prefer your time with me or with your spouse?"

“My Lord! Most certainly with you!"

I knew he did not care for women, that his marriage was a front, that eloped with men when he could. I had been watching him; but…. why? It did not matter. I was joyed. So was he.

“Then, that's all that matters."

We spent many days and nights like that one. Alas. a secret of that magnitude could linger forever.

Word travels fast in the divine realm. In my callousness, I let my affair be known.

One morning I woke up to find the projection of his mangled body in the gardens of my divine above. “Break not thine heavenly pledge," carved on his flesh.

I cried alone in silence, for they were right.