Soul God Dominates the Mortal World-Chapter 62: Empress Ivana [R-18]

She turned slightly, gesturing with her hand. Her voice trembled, but only just.

"Then... allow me to lead you, sir. Somewhere you can experience it... in a more comfortable position."

Deus rose from his seat, slow and fluid. And followed.

Walking to the room, Deus caught a faint scent in the air. Strawberry.

The fragrance was light, and unmistakably feminine. The room was dimly lit, with a pale-blue glow seeping through the translucent curtains. A vanity near the corner bore neatly arranged hairpins and folded handkerchiefs. The bed was large, with silky sheets that shimmered faintly like frost under moonlight. There was no doubt—this was her room.

Ivana walked ahead but not too far, her posture stiff yet determined. Her heart was pounding.

Each step echoed louder in her chest than on the floor.

She turned, meeting his gaze for the briefest moment—then, with a sudden burst of courage, stepped close and gently took his hand, guiding him toward the bed. She felt warmth radiate from his skin, from his very presence.

He let her lead. As he sat, she paused—her fingers trembling slightly as they rested on his shoulders. Her breath hitched.

’Am I really about to do this...? Show him that? But I know nothing—I’ve never tried before... what if I mess it up...’

The thoughts raced through her, doubt clawed at her confidence. Her fingers reached for the clasp of his robe, hesitating—

But before she could fumble or struggle, the fabric shimmered and dissolved into motes of light, vanishing into his soul subspace with a soundless hum.

Ivana’s breath caught in her throat. She froze.

Her eyes widened—then softened, drinking in the sight before her.

His form was sculpted with ethereal symmetry. Not simply muscular—divine. His chest was chiseled with perfect balance, shoulders broad and smooth, his skin like flawless stone touched by a golden undertone, glowing faintly under the lantern light. Every line of his abdomen, every dip and ridge, radiated quiet power—like a warrior carved by the will of the world itself.

But what made her heart skip wasn’t just the sheer perfection of his body.

It was how effortlessly it exuded divinity.

Even seated, even silent, he seemed as though he belonged to something far above the mortal plane.

Her eyes trembled.

She felt small... but not lesser. Humbled. Awed.

And oddly enough—cherished. Like he had allowed her to glimpse a secret no one else had been worthy of. Her lips parted unconsciously.

"...You’re..." the words trailed off before she could find them.

But Deus didn’t speak. He simply waited, eyes calm—letting her take her time.

Ivana’s eyes drifted to Deus’s dick, limp but stirring, slowly hardening under her gaze.

Deus’s stare was intense, lustful, never leaving her face, his glowing eyes burning with a primal hunger that made her heart race.

She tried to avoid his gaze, her cheeks flushing, but the weight of his attention was undeniable, pulling her in. Crouching in front of where he sat on the edge of the bed, she traced her hands down his thighs, her fingers trembling slightly as they reached his cock.

Slowly, she felt it in her hands, the soft, warm flesh stirring under her touch, growing firmer, pulsing faintly.

’He’s getting hard... for me,’ she thought, a wild mix of pride and shame swirling in her chest.

’It’s so warm, so alive... will it really fit in my mouth?’ Her mind raced, a rush of curiosity and nervous excitement flooding her, her pussy tingling at the thought of pleasing her god, her body humming with the thrill of the unknown.

Deus’s voice snapped her from her thoughts, low and commanding. "Do you wish to please me like that? Get off your clothes too."

Ivana’s heart thumped wildly, a frantic beat echoing in her ears. She’d never shown anyone her nakedness, never bared herself so completely. Her breath hitched, but she stood, her hands shaking as she slowly undressed. Her clothes slipped off, revealing her youthful, flawless body—long, white hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall, shimmering in the dim light.

Her hourglass figure was stunning, her perky breasts, full and firm, reminding Deus of Seraphina and Nyx, her dark nipples hardening under the cool air.

Her ass was big but not overwhelming, perfectly rounded, jiggling faintly as she moved, a sensual curve that complemented her narrow waist. Deus’s gaze roamed her, unashamed, drinking in her wonderful figure, his cock twitching at the sight, his divine hunger clear.

Ivana’s face lowered, her cheeks burning as she blushed under his intense gaze, never wavering, making her feel exposed, vulnerable, like a slut—but also proud, desired by her god.

The shame and pride tangled in her chest, her pussy growing wet, her heart racing. Bowing to him, she crouched again in front of his dick, her hands reaching for it, wrapping around the hardening shaft with a gentle, curious grip.

It was warm, pulsing, growing firmer under her touch, a living thing that made her breath catch.

’They say dicks get hard when a man’s aroused. I make Deus aroused... I should be proud,’ she thought, her wild thoughts spiraling.

’But how will it feel... getting hard in my mouth?’ The idea sent a thrill through her, her lips parting, her body trembling with anticipation.

With a slow, tentative move, she took his still limp but hardening dick into her mouth, the soft flesh warm against her tongue. Deus groaned, a low, primal sound, pleasure sparking through him as her mouth enveloped him.

Her lips were soft, warm, a gentle suction forming as she sucked lightly, her tongue brushing the underside, exploring with shy, curious flicks. The sensation was electric—her mouth a wet, teasing haven, her inexperience raw but eager, making his cock twitch, hardening faster.

Ivana’s hands stroked his shaft, her fingers gliding along the growing length, feeling it pulse, stiffen, the skin tightening as blood rushed in. The wet, slurping sounds of her sucking filled the room, soft and lewd, her saliva coating him, making each stroke slicker, smoother.