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Casey moans as the Creator thrusts away inside her. She pushed herself up so that she can kiss the length of their iridescent neck. Their hand caresses up the curve of her waist and kneads her breast.
“There we go, feel all of me.” She insists, hooking her legs around the angel. “Would you believe, this isn’t the first time I’ve had sex with a god?”
The Fate chuckles. “Am I really a god?”
“Close enough.” Casey giggles. “Certainly worthy of some carnal worship.”
“I certainly appreciate it.” They reply, as the gentle tug of the mouse’s pussy massages their cock. “Who was this other god, then?”
“Ah! A nice Coatl named Flashing Feathers. He was worshiped a long time ago in a valley full of rainbows. We set him free after being trapped by his priests for a few centuries.”
The bird nods, their hips keeping a steady rhythm. “It sounds like that was after my time. I knew one or two coatl back on the elemental plane: absolutely gorgeous fellows.” They sigh as a little pang of nostalgia flutters in their breast.
Casey watches as the angel pumps in and out; the condom glistening with her wetness. “You know, I -ah- was wondering: elementals are formed naturally but you can have sex and breed too?”
The Creator nods, “Naturally formed elementals rarely live more than a few hours. By mixing our mana we can create new souls that grow faster and are more likely to survive. Although, just like you, we enjoy sex for other reasons.”
Ever curious, Casey tilts her head and asks, “Do you have any kids?”
“Depends on what you mean.” They chuckle and look over at the radiant pool of mana. “In one sense I’m a parent of a great many, including you three. But elementals see their parents as those who raise a child, not who sires them. And in that sense, no I have no children.”
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