As the cloak falls from her shoulders, the man kicks it aside with his booted foot, leaning even closer to the woman’s ear. His nose nuzzles the fine hair above her ear, his breath and whispered words searing into her inner being.

“Not yet, not yet.” He trails a fingernail down the side of her tilted neck until it rests at the soft base. Suddenly, as she gasps, his hand settles beneath her jaw and with seemingly impossible strength he lifts her. She feels her feet dangling a few inches above the stone floor.

“There is still within you a core of goddesshood. You believe this is a game, a challenge to see who will win and who shall lose. You seek to play a false role with me.” He tilts her head to the side, looking deeply into her eyes.

“I will have no falseness here. And no games.” He lets her body drop roughly to the floor again and she staggers to stand upright. The man walks behind her. His softened voice sounds more harsh now, the harder edge apparent.

“You have only one more decision to make here. And you will make it now. Obey utterly…” He snatches up her left hand and pulling it behind her molds it around the shaft of his thick hardened cock for a long moment of silence. Then he thrusts her hand away again. “…or leave.”

He walks back around in front of her. His pacing leaves a distance between them now. His eyes gaze down at her feet, then very slowly -- so that she feels the inch by inch sweep of her body -- moves his gaze upward until again he looks deeply into her eyes.
“Choose,” he says.