If you had told me that I would find myself kneeling in front of my bed, staring up at God's sister, then I would've asked you what kind of drugs I was on.
I had never given religion much thought. The idea of giving some mysterious being blind faith never sat right with me. I just never tried to stop anyone else. If they wanted to believe in some man in the sky, then that was their choice.
And then, I met Amara. The Darkness.
She found me. I don't know how, but I believe it was mostly an accidents. The only time that I would believe in fate.
She had promised to create a new world. A better one than what her brother had created.
And I believed her. I trusted her.
As our time together continued, I found myself completely willing to worship her. Follow her.
She didn't force me to do anything. I could've left whenever I wanted. Stopped whenever I wanted. But I didn't want to. I wanted to serve her in any way that I could.
And so, I found myself here.
She sat on the edge of my bed, naked in front of me. I stayed clothed and knelt between her legs. I was ready to offer all of myself.
This was about her.
I leaned up, letting my hips crawl along her skin.
I kissed every inch that I could reach. Every touch of her skin on my mouth was intoxicating. My mind was turning foggy. Such a blissful state to be in.
"Let me serve you," I begged quietly. I had stopped at her torso, staring up at her. "Please."
She nodded to me, tracing my cheekbone gently as she did.
I kept staring up at her as I continued my pathway down.
I ran my tongue over her core slowly, moaning at bit at the feeling. She moaned as I did. It was like a perfect melody twirling around my brain.
I didn't waste any more time after that. My eyes fluttered shut as my hands found Amara's thighs. I continued licking and sucking at every part of her.
My tongue slid through her slit and into her entrance. I would drag my tongue out before latching my mouth onto her clit. I reveled in the sounds falling from her lips. It was an endless pattern. I wanted whatever she would give me.
My thighs clenched as I continued lapping at her core.
Her hand stroked my hair gently. She quietly praised me. I was good. I was doing so good.
Her thighs shook under my hand as she came. I whined as I tried to clean up the mess. So good, so good. I wanted to make her happy. I never knew the pleasure I could feel from eating someone out, but I knew now that I could spend eternity allowing her to use me like this, and I would be content.
I didn't pull away until she guided me away.
I stared up at her with doe eyes, the remnants of her arousal made some of my skin shine under the bedroom lights.
"Did I do a good job for you?" I asked as she cupped the sides of my face.
"You did a great job," she promised.
I smiled.
She was the only being that I would ever worship... in any way she wanted me to.