Novel & Cerita From God's Mouth To Your Ears

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

“God, you're fucking gorgeous.” Then, he opened the door. And several loud pops rented the air, followed by a collected roar. “Welcome, Goddess!”

Only camera flashes kept exploding. Step by step, I walked to the plaintiff's side, stopped, and raised my bloodied right hand. My voice was not loud, but every word struck the floor like iron. "Your Honor, I am counsel for the plaintiffs, Caroline Eckhart." Julian shot to his feet. The smile on his face vanished completely.

he shouts loudly, ramming himself deeper into my mouth, his hands clutching my hair. “Oh, Goddess…” he groans, his voice raw and animalistic. “Yes, Maya… I love this. I’ve missed this… you are…” His words break into a guttural growl as he spills every ounce of himself into my mouth. I take it all, swallowing and holding it, letting none go to waste. But I don’t stop there—I guide him, tilting my head so it spills further, coating my lips, running down my chin, and spilling onto my chest.

Something else below. Cold. Patient. Watching. My breath fogged the air as a voice rose—not in my mind this time, but from the earth itself. The vessel has been taken. The words rolled through the clearing like thunder under ice. Auren went very still. “Oh,” he breathed. “No.” I turned slowly, dread coiling in my gut. “You know that voice.” He nodded once. “The First God.” The ground split open where Kael had emerged earlier, the fissure widening into a yawning chasm that exhaled ancient air. From the darkness below, faint light pulsed—slow, rhythmic.

‎One man leans close, mask brushing my ear. ‎Voice low, muffled. ‎“Mikhail sends his best regards.” ‎Fucking bastard. My brain blanks out before I could react as the chemical takes effect. Then nothing. ‎Deep, black abyss. ‎

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

Earth please open up and swallow me now. •••

And a god’s voice poured through every corner of the land like thunder dragged over bone. “I REMEMBER.” And with it, The world changed. Again.

That small movement he did to reassure me that he was ready to jump in if needed. The God finally looked at me fully. Not through me. At me. “You step into my land,” he said, “uninvited, and you complain about hospitality?” I crossed my arms. My hands were shaking, so I locked them in place. “You dropped monsters on us,” I said. “We could have died.” The God’s mouth twitched. He cleared his throat and muttered under his breath. “She said the exact same thing.” “Mortals,” he said. “Always so loud.”