I never knew what had initially drawn me to Amara.

I just knew that as soon as I met her that she was going to become a very important part of my life.

She told me who she was early on.

She had asked me to help her. To help her with her plan to fix everything that God had done. I had asked what someone like me could do. After all, I was just a normal person. She had no reason to ask for my help.

She promised to find a role for me.

I offered her a place to stay.

She would often pop in without warning. I would never worry about that. I enjoyed her company. I enjoyed hearing her plans for her new world.

I came home from work, irritated. I threw my bag on my couch let out an angry yell.

"What's wrong?" I jumped when Amara appeared behind me.

"It... It's just been a long day," I mumbled. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I just... I wish my job appreciated what I do. I work my ass off just to get yelled at for things that are not my fault. I just- shit! I can't do it anymore."

I dropped my hand and looked at her. She was just watching me. She was actually listening to me.

"I feel stupid," I muttered. "I'm complaining to God's sister about not being appreciated. How dumb does that-"

"It's not dumb," she cut me off as she stepped forward.

I slowly started moving back until my back hit the wall that was behind me. She stopped a few inches from my face. I was nervous.

She kept her eyes trained on me before she knelt in front of me.

"Amara?" I asked softly, forcing a small chuckle. "What are you doing?"

"I'm appreciating my brother's most beautiful creation," she answered simply.

She pushed my skirt up until it bunched up around my waist. I couldn't do anything but watch her movements. Her nails gently scratched at the skin of my thigh as she pulled down my tights and panties.

"Amara," I mumbled.

She didn't acknowledge me before she leaned forward and dragged her tongue up my slit. I let out a shattered moan, looking down at her. Her eyes met mine, a smirk crossing her lips before she dove in between my thighs.

I yelled, head falling back against the wall.

I had never had someone eat me out so aggressively.

It was desperate and fast. Her tongue drove me mad. It lapped at my entrance before going to trace my clit. It was an endless, maddening cycle.

It only got more intense when she started moaning against my core.

I was overwhelmed by the attention.

I had never been so wanted. Craved.

It was amazing and terrifying and perfect.

Any thoughts I had flew out the window. All I focused on was the feeling of her mouth on my pussy.

"A-Amara," I whined out.

One hand flew down to her hair as I looked down at her again. Her eyes showed me that she was grinning against my core. The look almost rattled me more than the pleasure.

It was shocking that I hadn't fallen over as I whined her name.

I was shaking as I came on her tongue. My moans were high-pitched and desperate. My body twitched as she cleaned up the mess in between my thighs.

She slowly stood up straight, cupping the side of my face.

"I will create a world where you feel nothing less than perfect pleasure," she promised. "I will make you see the perfection that I see when I look at you."

"Oh," I mumbled. My pussy was still throbbing. "T-Thank you."

She grabbed my hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked, awkwardly fixing my shirt.

"Your room," she replied. "I have no plan to stop pleasuring you and you deserve to be comfortable while I do that."

I blinked at her a few times before she shoved me onto my bed.

"My perfect, perfect girl," she softly praised, lips brushing my neck. "Silence your worries. You don't need to worry while I'm here."

I nodded and closed my eyes, grinning at the feeling of her kissing my neck.

"My very perfect girl..."