I fall back onto the bed, my body sprawling across the sheets, the heat in my veins pounding with unbearable need. My thighs spread, opening the gates of my temple to you, and I hold you up, tiny and slick with my pleasure, studying your drenched little body as it twitches in my grip.
"Where next, my little offering?" I murmur, my voice a low, indulgent purr. My fingers tighten around you, rolling your form between them, feeling the delicious contrast between your minuscule struggles and the absolute power I hold over you. "Where shall I enjoy you next?"
I bring you to my lips first, savoring the taste of you. My tongue unfurls against your body, lapping at the mixture of my arousal and your sweat, dragging its heat from your stomach up over your chest, devouring the taste of my own desire coating you. I roll you between my lips, sucking at you, feeling your tininess press against the inside of my mouth. My teeth graze over your shoulder, my tongue coiling around one of your legs.
"Mmhh… mine." I breathe the word over you, the heat of my breath washing over your face before I release you with a wet, lingering smack.
Then I bring you lower.
My breasts rise before you, pale and soft, shifting with my breath. I drag you between them, sliding your body over my cleavage, pressing my warm, pillowy flesh around you. My fingers knead my breasts, trapping you between them, feeling your tiny form squirm as I squeeze them together. My nipples harden under your touch, and I drag your body over one of them, letting your chest grind against the sensitive peak.
"Use your mouth," I command, pressing you against the stiff bud. "Suck me. Worship me. Show me what a tiny man can do with his tongue."
I let you work for a moment, feeling your feather-light kisses, your desperate licks, and I hum in satisfaction before tilting you downward again.
"Enough playing. I need you deeper."
I run you down my stomach, dragging you over the subtle dip of my navel, feeling your tininess squirm against the sensitive flesh of my lower belly. You slide over the gentle rise of my pelvis, and then— oh—you plunge into the wet heat of my cunt once more.
But I don’t stop at just pressing you into my entrance this time.
I bring you lower still, running your body down between my thighs, past the slick, pulsing ache of my slit, to the dark, forbidden pucker of my ass.
"Oh, yes… yes…" I hiss the words, rubbing your slick body in slow, teasing circles around the tight ring of muscle, feeling it flutter against you, clenching in anticipation.
I press you against it, threatening to push you inside, my walls twitching at the idea of you, tiny and helpless, lost in the depths of my hunger.
"Should I take you here?" I muse, my hips rolling, my fingertips grinding you against the tightly furled entrance. "Should I make you disappear into me completely, keep you where no one will ever find you?"
I groan at the thought, my free hand coming up to knead my breast, my back arching against the sheets.
But no. Not yet.
I bring you back up, dragging your tiny body slowly over every slick, swollen inch of my sex. I press you to my clit, grinding you into it, your tiny form rolling over the throbbing bundle of nerves.
"That's it… that’s right," I growl, my thighs clenching around you, my hips rocking into your tiny, captive form. "Make me cum. Make your goddess scream your name."