Is Love War?
At the sudden mention of coupling, Sunya’s mouth fell open.
He stroked his smooth, beardless chin and sank into thought.
Would that really be so bad?
It was not even marriage—just a single joining of their bodies. Why was he making such a fuss over it? If she refused him again this time, he decided, he would kick her in the backside for her trouble.
“Very well. Then… when?”
Sunya accepted the proposal.
When Inanna realized he had agreed, she did not crow in triumph. Instead the acceptance failed to land properly inside her.
What? Seriously?
In truth she had tossed the idea out with the half-hearted sense that there was nothing to lose—and she had never expected it to actually work. It was like a stone flung at random that somehow brought down a bird. The previous two attempts had failed, yet the end result was success, so she decided nothing was wrong.
“…Tonight. I’ll come to your house. Be waiting for me.”
Inanna’s face flushed red. She glanced back at the boy still sitting on the ground and said,
“Count yourself lucky, brat. I’m in a good mood, so I’m letting you off this time.”
With that she took to the sky and flew toward her palace. Even a fierce goddess needed time to prepare for her wedding night.
“….”
Sunya never took his eyes off her until she vanished from sight. After somehow escorting the seated boy down the mountain, he returned home, drew Paramita at once, and began sharpening the blade on a whetstone.
Defilements had risen in him.
Yet unlike every previous time, these defilements were not entirely unpleasant. He ground Paramita precisely one hundred and eight times, but his mind still refused to settle, so he went into a small mountain stream and washed his body clean. Then he returned home, sat in the full lotus posture, and sank into meditation. He erased himself, tasting the pure essence of oneness with all things.
Knock, knock.
The sound of someone tapping at the door shattered the hard-won calm he had cultivated.
“…It’s me.”
Unlike her usual habit of barging straight in, Inanna waited outside as if expecting Sunya to open the door for her. He obeyed. When he slowly opened it, Inanna stood there in festive adornment.
She wore none of her usual glittering ornaments. Instead a single length of white cloth was wound about her, covering her breasts and sex in a strangely alluring fashion. A light sheen of moisture still clung to her skin, as though she had only just finished bathing. She had also anointed herself with fragrant oils, so that she smelled of flowers and honey.
Beautiful.
Without thinking, Sunya opened his eyes and stared at her, dazed.
“May I come in?”
Inanna asked in a shy voice. Recalling her usual brash manner, the contrast might have felt awkward, yet Sunya was no fool who would point it out and ruin the mood.
“Yes…”
At his consent she stepped inside.
For the first time Sunya found his own house shabby. When the goddess seated herself upon the straw-stuffed bed, he felt a tension he had not known in a very long time.
“…Is a place like this all right?”
That was why he asked a question he would never normally have voiced.
“I don’t mind. It’s surprisingly tidy in here.”
Inanna answered honestly. Sunya made a habit of cleaning every day, so his home, however humble, was never dirty. On the contrary, Inanna found her own palace too vast and empty. She had filled that hollowness with jewels and rare treasures, yet there was an indescribable emptiness about consummating anything there. A narrow place like this felt far cozier and better.
“Are you just going to keep standing there?”
At her words Sunya set his pounding heart aside and sat beside her. Of course, once he drew near the scent grew even richer.
“Undress me.”
Inanna said. Sunya slowly unwound the cloth that wrapped her body. Because it was a single continuous length, once he began it slid free all at once.
What was revealed could not be fully described by the word “beautiful.” Upon skin so pure white it seemed translucent, full yet firm breasts crowned with rose-pink areolae bloomed like flowers. Her arms were sleek, her hands white, her fingers delicate as jade. From a slender waist the taut curve of her hips formed a perfect arc. The navel set in the center of her belly was charmingly small; her thighs were plump and firm, her calves slender. Her tiny feet were so soft he almost wanted to put them in his mouth.
Above all, the light of life that radiated from within her made her even more exquisite.
“Do it on top of this.”
Once more Sunya obeyed without protest. He spread the cloth she had just worn across the bed like a sheet. Throughout it all he never spoke, yet his eyes had been open for some time—proof that he, too, was thoroughly aroused.
Sunya slowly climbed above her. Inanna hooked a finger and pulled away his leather skirt. A thick, heavy pillar of flesh sprang free, proudly asserting its presence.
Sunya’s manhood called to mind a massive club or spear—so long and so thick. When she carefully touched it with her fingers, its rigidity was that of tempered steel. The absurd thought even crossed her mind that he could kill someone by swinging it.
“Haa…”
Sunya drew a deep breath to steady himself. After a moment’s hesitation he took hold of Inanna’s breasts. She found his hands unexpectedly large and rough. At first he kneaded gently, but soon strength entered his grip. The ample flesh distorted irregularly and dynamically under his touch—pushing, pulling, pressing—almost like working dough.
“Ah… nn…”
At the unfamiliar stimulus Inanna let out a moan. The sound only drove Sunya higher. Uncharacteristically his breathing grew ragged; he felt a thirst. He latched onto her left breast, suckling the nipple as a nursing infant might, then licking the areola.
“Ah—ha…!”
Another lewd moan spilled from her. In an instant the left breast was glistening with saliva, yet she felt not the slightest disgust. It was a little ticklish, but the sensation was pleasant.
Had Sunya possessed more experience he might have continued caressing her there. He could not. Already he was driven to the edge. He could endure no longer—and he did not want to.
Inanna read his heart.
“Even if it hurts, put it in all at once.”
Sunya set the tip of his glans against the cleft of her valley. There was no need to steady the shaft with a hand. Using the spring of his hips he thrust the massive thing into her in a single stroke—no, “drove it in” would have been the more accurate phrase.
“Aaaaaah!!”
Inanna screamed. Her maidenhead was unusually thick, and its shape almost completely closed the entrance in a circular membrane; when it tore, the pain was inevitable. On top of that Sunya’s member was, without exaggeration, a monster among monsters. As it entered it churned her depths thoroughly, and the bleeding was far heavier than a simple tearing of the hymen warranted. The thick shaft that had so easily shredded the barrier that barred him stabbed straight against the mouth of her womb.
“Ueeeegh…”
The pain of a spear thrust into her belly, followed moments later by the pleasure of breeding, forced a strange sound from Inanna’s lips. Though lust had seized him when he drove himself inside, the moment Sunya saw she was in pain he hastily tried to withdraw. When the shaft pulled free by about two-thirds, a considerable amount of blood coated it. Crimson ran down and stained the white cloth beneath them.
“Don’t pull out!”
Inanna cried out as if screaming. At the same time she wrapped her legs around his waist and forced the full length of him back into her body to the root.
“Don’t—don’t pull out. Stir me up with that hard horn of yours. I don’t care if I die like this…”
Inanna pleaded. Even the pain she felt now was pleasure to her. Looking into those eyes, Sunya’s own heart blazed hotter.
“As you wish…”
He began to move his hips. The wound opened further and more blood flowed. The sensation of virgin blood mingling with love juices, making his shaft slick and wet, was beyond description.
“Ahhng♡ Nngiiit! Ikiiki!!!”
“Haaah! Haaah! Haaah!”
Two slightly different beast-like sounds issued from their mouths. Inanna threw her arms around Sunya’s neck and pulled him hard against her. Her full breasts flattened and crushed against his solid chest. Then, as if by unspoken agreement, their mouths met and they frantically rubbed tongues together. Naturally their saliva mixed. Though each swallowed the other’s spit in quantity, neither thought it unclean.
Ahh… so this is a man’s body—no, Sunya’s body.
Inanna fell into rapture. Sunya’s physique held the wildness of a superior male. It was not merely the matter of his enormous sex. Broad shoulders that formed perfect angles, a hard chest, a ridged abdomen, a powerful waist, sturdy arms and thighs… truly the beauty of perfect function. Not simply muscular, but proportioned to perfection. Every time their bodies collided she felt as though she might break.
I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you!!
The fire rose higher. Sunya’s movements gradually quickened. The end was approaching. Inanna could feel it instinctively.
“Come inside me! Fill me full!!”
Inanna cried. Sunya obeyed the command.
“Krrrrraaagh!!!!”
“Nnghyaaaaah♡”
With a passion-charged groan Sunya crushed her roughly against him. Inanna’s cry—whether of pain or rapture—rang out. Immediately after, thick white milky seed flooded the goddess’s depths. Countless spermatozoa surged furiously toward her womb.
