<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">If Heaven existed and if Hazeel would even be allowed to go to it after his death, it would probably feel something like Azalea's hand. Her skin was so soft, portraying the look of a demure woman even though he knew she was far from that. This was the woman that the whispers had been warning him against, and as nice as she seemed, she could turn around instantly and vaporize him into thin air if he wasn't careful. If she was powerful enough to leave the whispers silent and wanting, then she had to have some other powers that she wasn't talking about. She was <em>the</em> Goddess Azalea, but she wasn't given any other title that he would expect from someone who was the most powerful out of all of them. Queen or Mistress or something else...<br/><br/>Upon her first words, he met her eyes finally, frustration in his own hues. Why were these manifestations coming now, within this world? He knew his own desires, and his body would have been perfectly fine without raping Irelia when he first met her. Those weren't his desires pushing him to what he did to her, that was some other power... which left her answer as a bit of a disappointment to him. Even as her hand squeezed his own, his bicep flexed just a bit to squeeze her hand back, to show off a bit of his power that he had trained over years of doing the higher man's dirty work. Being reminded that he was a human wasn't a good way to endear herself to him, especially when he felt like his race was becoming even more of an issue to remind him of whenever one of these Goddesses came around.<br/><br/>His eyes trailed back down to her arms as she pressed her huge breasts together. He could deny, her breasts looked absolutely delicious. He had all the urge to pull her top down and bury his head into her tits, especially as her soft hand brushed across his growing erection in his pants. The massive member formed a tent in his silk pants, which only seemed to grow bigger as his massive pride pointed up towards the ceiling. All 12 inches of massive meat growing underneath her hand and desperate for attention. "If you wish to sate my urges... your hand will not do..." Hazeel replied, a combination of his boredom over handjobs as well as his desire to go even further with a goddess like her furthering his actions.<br/><br/>He turned around on the bench, spreading a leg on either side of it so that his cock could point straight up at her chin if it wasn't being massaged by her hand. He reached down towards her top and pulled on the bow that kept her outfit together, letting the cloth flaps untie and spill off of her breasts. He grabbed onto the flesh with his dark hands, kneading the flesh with a groan. To test her and see her reaction, he came closer to plant his lips onto hers, stealing a kiss from her if she didn't stop him quick enough. His cock was already throbbing in his pants, precum leaking onto the fabric and forming a small damp spot. He could only imagine what a pussy like hers would feel like... and hopefully he would find out.</span>