The Rolling Stone
Inanna could not answer at once.
To confess her reason to the man who had nearly been sealed in the underworld for eternity because of her — the shame of it stuck in her throat. She fidgeted, and Sunya simply waited, patient and still.
"…I was going to give you dominion over the underworld. As a gift."
"Why?"
"So no one would dare look down on you. Nobody calls the King of the Underworld a kept man who just got lucky with a woman."
"I wouldn't particularly mind being called that."
"Well, I mind. I hate the thought of my man being treated like that. I want people to praise you. I want them to revere you."
"…"
Even among gods who could not lie, Inanna's candor was exceptional — one of her finest qualities. And yet, hearing it put so plainly left Sunya in an awkward bind.
In the underworld he had offered what teachings he could, moved by pity for the hollow lives of the dead. But at his core, Sunya sought a simple existence. To multiply what one held dear was, more often than not, to make life heavier.
Still, he understood that a husband had a duty to rise to his wife's hopes. He had already received so much from her; to wipe his mouth clean and walk away felt ungracious.
"…We'll speak of that another time," he said at last.
He rose and held out his hand to her.
"For now — shall we go home and make up for lost time?"
"Make up for…"
The phrase brought color flooding into Inanna's face. Come to think of it, it had been a long while since they last shared a bed.
They set off with light steps toward Sunya's house on the summit of Mount Ebih.
What they had failed to account for, however, was the state of the place. Dust lay thick on every surface. Three or four spiders had spun webs of various sizes in the corners of the ceiling. Cockroaches scuttled across the floor. Under such conditions, the desire to entwine bodies simply refused to kindle.
And so Sunya and Inanna went instead to her palace in the heavens.
"Well? This is a goddess's palace. You've never been somewhere like this, have you?"
Inanna waited, secretly hoping for a look of wonder. But to a man who had known the skyscrapers and architecture of the twenty-first century, the place registered as little more than somewhat ornate. No real awe stirred in him.
That did not mean he felt nothing at all. The building itself left his emotions unmoved — yet a certain tension hummed through him all the same. For the first time in his life, he was stepping into the home of someone he was seeing.
Even Sunya had not expected this kind of green, untried feeling to still live in him.
Well — I've never been in love before. Of course it would feel this way.
He did not consider his life to have been dull, but it was true that the soft pink light of romance had rarely touched it.
He returned to the present and looked around.
Inanna's palace was surprisingly free of anything one might call feminine. The walls were dyed a deep violet; golden ornaments studded the ceiling and pillars. Every detail seemed designed to proclaim the authority and majesty of a great sovereign.
"What are you thinking?"
Inanna pushed her face close to his.
"That it suits you, Lady Inanna."
"…And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like."
They bantered idly as they walked, and before long they stood before the door of the bedchamber where Inanna ordinarily slept.
"Consider yourself honored. I've never let a man in here before."
She opened the door.
For a mere bedroom, the space was generous. After years of small chambers — from the twenty-first century to the present — one might have expected him to feel out of place. Instead, Sunya felt a long-buried homesickness. It called back the days when he had been a prince.
"So this is… where you sleep, Lady Inanna."
A sofa and a bronze mirror stood against one wall. Above the flower-adorned bed hung violet curtains. Beyond the window, white clouds drifted in flocks — a scene of pure celestial beauty.
"Compared to a place like this, where I lived was basically a livestock pen. Haha…"
He turned with the clumsy joke on his lips — and froze.
Inanna had already stripped every garment away. She stood before him in complete nakedness.
"What are you doing? You strip too. Hurry up."
"Ah? Yes. Of course."
They had shared a bed more than once or twice, and still her sheer decisiveness never failed to catch him off guard.
In any case, both of them were bare soon enough, tumbling together across the bed.
Sunya began with her breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh as though working dough, then licked the stiffened nipples and nipped them lightly with his teeth. His tongue moved with fluid precision, tormenting the goddess's peaks without mercy.
"Nnngh…"
Inanna moaned and, by reflex, seized his head. Passion overtook her; she pulled him into her arms without thinking. His face buried itself between her full breasts — and that, in its own way, was fine.
Sunya gripped her hips and hauled her flush against him. He took one breast fully into his mouth and squeezed her springy backside hard.
"Aahng♡ Too rough~."
Her breasts were quickly slick with saliva, gleaming as it ran down. His left hand stroked along her thigh, then slid to the mound between her legs. Sharp pleasure bloomed from within as thick fingers entered her and rubbed against the walls of her sex.
"Ahh-euut♡!"
Inanna cried out, her voice thick with pleasure.
It bore repeating: Sunya's caresses were sharp. After only a few couplings he had mapped her weaknesses and struck them with unerring precision. And yet every motion was so fluid that a strange comfort rode alongside the intensity.
Before long, arousal sent wetness streaming from the goddess's entrance. The sage traced her inner walls with his middle finger, then suddenly pushed a second finger in beside it.
"Ha-eung — th-that feels good♡ Aahng~!♡"
"You seem sufficiently warmed now."
Sunya was aroused as well. Heat rose in visible steam from his flushed body. He kissed a path from her chest up along her throat, and at last claimed her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.
"Ah-hat♡!"
When she cried out mid-kiss at something happening below, Sunya flipped her as though they had rehearsed it. He pressed her against the wall and drove his fully hardened cock into her soaked sex.
Her inner muscles clenched around him on reflex. In truth the sheer girth of his shaft forced the tightness more than any deliberate squeeze — but it was more than enough to satisfy the sage.
"You've been through a great deal. You've grown so thin."
He spoke while looking at her slender waist.
"I've always been slim, you know♡"
"True enough."
Saying so, he began to thrust hard, driving his hips forward and back. Inanna's narrow waist arched like a drawn bow. A deep, dull pleasure rolled through her belly — a heavy weight that stole her breath in snatches, and yet she loved it.
The bed creaked in time with their rhythm. Wet sounds filled the air as fluid ran down between the goddess's thighs and soaked the sheets. Her large, lush breasts bounced violently with every thrust. The sage fixed his gaze on those appetizing swells and seized one in his hand, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises — as though milking her. To Inanna, the pressure was just the right kind of good.
"Haah, huaat, hick! Feels so good♡"
The sensation of that hard, massive cock against her inner walls was exquisite. Inanna had only ever known one kind of cock, but she was certain all the same: Sunya's was the finest blade of them all.
And Sunya found Inanna delicious in turn. To him she was affliction itself — the wellspring of pleasure. The moment he entered her, it felt as though he tasted the highest rapture the world could offer.
Whether by chance or design, their physical harmony was absolute. His cock was just large enough that taking him was a near thing. Its shape and curve matched the contours of her passage with uncanny precision. When that uncommon hardness and elasticity stirred her depths, the pleasure that burst free was dizzying.
It was not only the physical. Their temperaments aligned as well. He entered when she wanted him in, withdrew when she wanted him out. Every moment he scratched precisely the itch that needed scratching — how could she not be satisfied?
Sunya pulled her upper body upright, turned her face with his hand, and kissed her. A brief rest — and in the middle of it, as casually as breathing, he came inside her belly. His cock pulsed as he spent his seed.
But only for a moment. The sage's dark shaft showed no sign of flagging.
This time he turned her to face him again. In a close, curved embrace he pressed their bodies together and resumed the deep kiss, tongues tangling, saliva mingling. Rather than thrusting in and out, he kept himself buried and simply stirred — driving as deep as he could go and churning her insides without restraint.
"Uuuuuuugh♡!!"
That distinctive fullness flushed Inanna's face scarlet. Sunya's large, heavy body seemed ready to crush her at any second — and that was exactly what she wanted.
"O-go-go-gok♡"
A strange sound escaped the goddess, as though the air were being pressed from her lungs. Even that, the sage found lovely, and he kissed her again. They had kissed so much that it seemed their tongues and lips might simply melt away.
Once more he spent himself deep inside her.
"Hweeeeh♡"
"Hwooh!"
A thick orgasm wrung a sweet little sound from her. Sunya snorted like a bull in heat.
"…Our child is going to be quite well-fed."
Comparing semen to a meal. Rather than comment on her sense of humor, Sunya simply kissed her again.
That night ran especially long.