The feeling of him pulling out of her womb was heavenly, if only because it was a relief, despite the pain that accompanied the motion. She didn't really care much as he resumed his motion, it was certainly not unpleasant, and though he continued to push up against the entrance of her womb, she didn't mind that much anymore either. She wondered momentarily if whatever he was, and she was certain he wasn't human, could impregnate a human. She wasn't sure she cared.<br/><br/>That was the strange part, not caring, she din't care about the way her fucked her, or the potential to be carrying some half-human half-something or other, child. Why? Simple, as she listened more to what he said, it became clearer that what he was offering was...the chance that her life had been missing. Further, the way he used her...it seemed clear enough that her body was disposable, not special, not needed, much unlike her earlier life, much unlike the needy, painful use she'd been of to others.<br/><br/>She did have something in mind. She'd long wondered about Aphrodite. A goddess, and a free one, despite having a husband, she was beautiful, and powerful. She'd wondered if, on earth Aprhodite would be as dangerous as she was powerful. She wanted it all, immortality, strength, a seducer's eyes and speed to set her above mankind, but she couldn't speak these things aloud, only hold them in her mind.<br/><br/>"All of it..." she said, "I want it all..."<br/><br/>She panted and bent herself further forward, putting her hands out to brace herself against the wall, as she spread her legs, and began to push back against him, for the first time, participating. In the past she'd laid limp, been passive, as she had been with him, at first, but now, the past was the past, and she was going to be with him, and be something more wasn't she?<br/><br/>