[Cehlya's palace]
Knowing that Cehlya had teleported them through the sudden appearance of floor beneath his feet, Darganth lifted his head out of the crook of her neck. Leaving a trail of kisses along her cheek, he slowly pulled away from her to get a good look around the room.
Wordlessly acknowledging that they weren't in Cehlya's bedroom as he had expected, he mentally went through every room he knew to identify where they were. However, with only minimal furniture in the form of a large bed, a few couches, some tables and chairs, and an empty cabinet in the room, he had little to go off of. The only thing they could tell him was that, based on the intricacy of their design, they were somewhere in Cehlya's private wing, but he already knew that.
Furthermore, that knowledge didn't even narrow down which room it was by much. When Cehlya had created her palace, she had shaped its design first and did so with a priority on its outward appearance and grandeur, with the individual rooms only being built once there was a need for them. However, this meant that portions of the palace were still unused, with the worst case of this being in her private section.
Towering above the already high center of the entire structure, with the building itself and the towers protruding upward progressively getting taller the further inward they were, her home took up the entire central tower. Built to look like two different buildings that were entwined in a spiral, its outer walls formed a chaotic structure where smaller towers of two distinct styles protruded from the rounded top of the underlying tower like antennas.
However, with Cehlya as its only permanent resident and only a handful of people having part-time residences inside, most of this structure stood empty.
"Behind you." Cehlya helped, prompting him to turn around just as his gaze reached the door.
Once he did, he found himself overlooking the sprawling city that extended as far as his sight reached. Patchworks of different styles filled the urban landscape, with buildings of cultures that never met and ages removed from one another standing next to one another.
Adding to the view was the balcony that allowed this phenomenal perspective. Transitioning seamlessly into the room as a whole without any walls throughout its entire width, it greatly opened up the space and made the room feel larger than it was.
"I've had this built shortly after your disappearance. I know you never had any interest in getting your own room in my palace, but that event shook my belief that we had all the time in the world, so I had one built anyway. If you don't want to use it, it's fine-" Cehlya said before being interrupted by Darganth.
"It's perfect. Almost too perfect considering that I doubt I'll spend many nights outside of your room." Darganth said with a chuckle.
Responding with a small grin, Cehlya couldn't help but agree. However, she didn't mind, not that the room wouldn't find much use and certainly not spending the nights with him. What mattered to her was that it was a physical representation of the fact that her palace was his home too.
"Doesn't matter. Besides, it isn't the only room I had built in these past millennia." She said.
"Oh, what else did you add?" Darganth asked in surprise.
"Rooms for the others. I had quite a lot of time to think and I think I can tolerate them now instead of just ignoring their involvement with you and acting as if it doesn't exist when interacting with them." Cehlya said.
"You do?" Darganth said, both surprised and happy about the development. Stepping closer toward her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and asked, "Does that mean you'll join-"
"No." Cehlya cut him off. "Just because I'm no longer going to treat them as strangers I have no connection to doesn't mean I think of them as anything more than acquaintances."
This answer wasn't all that surprising to Darganth. And while he would've liked to be proven wrong in this instance, he also wasn't complaining about it.
"It was worth asking." Darganth said, slowly tracing his fingers up her back while leaning in for a kiss, "Now then, where had we left off before the room distracted me?"
"Right back to it, I see." Cehlya commented on the abrupt shift in atmosphere this brought. Just as Darganth then paused and looked at her with raised eyebrows, she said with a smirk, "Well, no better time than now to inaugurate the room."
With these words, she grabbed Darganth by the shirt and pulled him along as she teleported next to the bed. Pushing against his chest, she dropped him onto it before he had even processed her first action, diving after just a moment later and straddling him.
"What do you want to start with?" Cehlya asked as she slid her palms under his shirt and felt his chest.
"How about with your true form. As lovely as this transformed state is, it doesn't replicate your full beauty." Darganth said.
At his reminder, Cehlya only now realized that she still was in her other form. Though being a goddess meant that she could look however she wanted, what she saw as her true form would always be the appearance she had before her ascension. Every other form was only one she took out of convenience to escape the inevitable questions that followed when people saw a species that was unknown in the current age.
With but a thought, her body then changed. Beneath her skin, bones shifted and expanded, pressing against the skin and becoming highly pronounced as their now sharp edges seemingly threatened to rip it open. This was especially pronounced on the hips, collarbone, elbow, and finger joints, with actual sharp edges forming beneath the skin there. However, its surface didn't rip under this stress, with a general resistance to puncture wounds having evolved among her kind to endure their sharp bone structure.
Simultaneously, tattoo-like markings formed along Cehlya's arms and shoulders. Though purely decorative, they were the defining feature of her kind due to their uniqueness. As far as anyone was aware, there had never been two members of her species who had the same pattern in their markings.
This was especially important due to the innate power their kind possessed. This ability allowed them to be reborn in a similar manner to how ascendants can reform their bodies around their souls. However, unlike the latter, Cehlya's kind don't retain the same appearance. Only the markings along their arms are guaranteed to remain unchanged, making them an easy and important method to verify someone's identity.
Or at least they were when there were still members of her kind around besides herself. But with Cehlya long since being the last one, this isn't exactly necessary anymore.
//Author's note:
From here the rest of the chapter is a smut scene
//End of Author's note
Admiring these changes as they were happening, Darganth felt a sense of normalcy as he lay there and looked upon Cehlya's true form. With nostalgia surging up within him, he acted on the impulse to pull her closer.
Letting out a surprised giggle as his hands reached around her torso and dragged her down to him, Cehlya gladly reciprocated the kiss he pulled her into. With her hands still roaming his chest, she gradually intensified the dance between their tongues, slowly getting lost in the passion of it. Soon, she was also grinding their still clothed crotches against one another while her hands started trailing lower and lower.
Amid this, Darganth slowly let his fingers inch further up her back. Soon reaching the area where her wings had extended from until she had folded them back in shortly after teleporting them, he pressed down on the markings he knew were there and traced along their lines with his fingers.
Immediately, a shudder went through Cehlya's body. Concentrated bundles of nerves whose purpose it was to transport the sensory intake of the sense of touch from across her entire wings now registered his fingers pressing against them in rhythmic patterns.
Moaning softly as the blissful sensation of a massage washed over her, Cehlya involuntarily broke her kiss with Darganth when she craned her head back in bliss. When Darganth then leaned in and over her shoulder to gently kiss exactly the same spots, all of this exploded in the form of her wings unfurling.
Ripping through her royal attire now that she didn't actively ensure that it didn't happen, her wings completely shredded the back of her dress like robes. Without any fabric there to hold it in place, the tight black robes that had covered her entire torso then peeled away, its three layers unraveling piece by piece until Cehlya's chest was left bare.
As her ample bosom came free, Dargath leaned forward to latch onto her right nipple. Placing a kiss, he started slowly trailing upward while worshiping her skin with kisses when Cehlya closed her wings behind his back. Feeling them wrap tightly around him, he had only a moment to smile in realization before his face was forced between Cehlya's breasts as her wings pressed him closer.
Leaning into it, Darganth took in a breath of her scent. Enjoying the fresh smell of her skin, he focused only on it and the sensation of Cehlya's hands slowly peeling away his own shirt. Letting her work in silence and only occasionally moving to help her with the arms, he soon leaned back as she started pulling up his shirt after opening the front of his robes and pushing them over his shoulders so that they slid down his arms and fell onto the bed.
With his own torso thus soon also bare, Cehlya leaned onto his with her breasts. Letting himself sink back onto the mattress as her already erect nipples rubbed against his skin, Darganth gently combed through her hair as she burrowed her face in the crook of his neck.
"Ahh." Exhaling in pleasure as Chelya's nipples brushed against his, Darganth spoke with blissfully slurred words, "I don't think I told you how much I love you today, did I?"
"Even if you did, I will never tire of hearing it because I love you just as much." Cehlya said.
Sliding his arms around her lower back at the same time, Darganth dug his fingers into her back when she gently nibbled on his skin after those words. Leaning his head to the side in response, he slid his hands down the backside of her pants while she continued with that.
"Not just do I love you, I also think that you have a lovely ass." Darganth said flirtatiously, "So how about we stop letting it hide behind your pants."
Feeling Cehlya raise her hips in response, Darganth held onto the rim of her pants and underwear, causing them to slide over her shapely rear. Pulling the pants halfway down her thighs, he let one of his hands circle to her front side and slid it in between her legs. Letting his fingers brush over the folds of her lower lips, he sent a shiver of ecstasy up her back.
"I think the same should also apply to you." Cehlya said with an excited glint in her eyes.
This was all the warning Darganth got before she abruptly pulled her wings out from under him. Feeling the gust of wind the sudden movement caused and only hearing a sound akin to metal blades scratching against one another as she hardened the feathers at their tips, Darganth felt his pants being ripped into shredded flakes of fabric in an instant and without so much as a nick on his skin.
Raising her torso and shifting forward to sit upright upon his belly after this, Cehlya brought one hand behind her back and slid the tips of her fingers under the waistband of his underpants as she asked, "How about I give your lower half some attention now?"
Feeling his member twitch in response to her question, Darganth raised his hips to make it easier for Cehlya to pull down his underwear. As he felt her follow through on the invitation, he added, "Then turn around."
Moments later, Cehlya was once again lying on top of Darganth. However, this time their heads were facing in different directions, with both focusing their attention on the other's intimate area.
Feeling Cehlya's hand around his dick as she started with steady strokes up and down his length, Darganth also started by inserting one finger into her pussy. Keeping his other hand on her ass and kneading into her flesh there, he lifted his head and let his tongue brush over his wife's lower lips.
Emboldened by her hot breath on his cock as Cehlya moaned in response, Darganth then slipped a second finger into her. Determined to make their first time together since his rebirth as pleasurable as he could, he pulled himself upward by her ass and brought his head closer. Touching her skin with his lips, he shifted his transformed form to elongate his tongue and snake it deep into her insides.
Just as he did this, a wave of pleasure shot through him as Cehlya wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick. Closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of entering her warm mouth, Darganth remained near frozen as she slowly took more and more of his length. Expertly avoiding hitting him with her teeth and already starting to work her tongue along his shaft, Cehlya soon lowered her mouth far enough that her lips touched the base of his cock.
When the tip of his member entered the tight confines of her throat during this, Darganth accidentally tensed his legs. With his thighs on both sides of her head, he clamped down on it as the pleasure washed over him. His dick twitched in response to this, the warm tightness around its tip threatening to let Darganth's load burst forth any second.
However, before this could happen, Cehlya abruptly pulled back. Effortlessly ignoring that his legs were clamping down on her head, she threw back her head with a satisfied moan.
"How are you holding up?" She asked while continuing to stroke his shaft with her hand.
"I won't cum this easily." Daranth taunted back, slowly starting to move his fingers again.
"Then I'll continue having my fun." Cehlya said before once more wrapping her lips around his tip.
Meanwhile, Darganth was extending his transformed tongue deep into her. Using two fingers to tease her clitoris, he sent waves of pleasure crashing into Cehlya as he brushed his fingers against its little nub. With each time, he felt her insides twitch around his tongue as her arousal responded to his actions.
Picking up the speed of his motions, Darganth started expertly targeting the nerve endings of Cehlya's insides. Brushing his tongue over them and delighting himself over every shiver he felt shoot through her body, he kept building her pleasure until one final brush of his fingers against her clitoris sent Cehlya over the edge.
Throwing back her head and letting out a scream of pleasure, Cehlya climaxed as Darganth traced his fingers in circular motion over her clitoris. With it, a tremble that made her arch her back shot through her body.
"Yes! Yeees!" Hearing Cehlya's outcry, Darganth picked up his speed once more. Pulling away with his head, he rapidly thrust into her pussy with three fingers as the climax washed over Cehlya, pleasuring her further just as her folds became the most sensitive.
"Come for me, my love." He hummed, tightening the grip around her hips as he felt her legs shake from her orgasm.
Almost simultaneously with his words, the strongest spasm rocketed Cehlya's hips as the final peak of her climax made her muscles grow weak.
"Aarghh!" Shouting in pure ecstasy as he massaged her fold and pushed her into even wilder depths of pleasure, Cehlya squirted as she came a second time immediately after. Spraying liquid all over Darganth's face and chest as she weakly wobbled and buckled from the high of it, she then collapsed onto him with a satisfied sigh.
Lying there, head resting on Darganth's thigh and one hand still slowly stroking his length, she took a few short moments to recover. Though her divine physiology could've let her recover completely in an instant, and even kept her muscles from giving out completely, she both liked the sense of normalcy this gave her and knew that Darganth would also enjoy seeing the fruits of his labor.
Once the fog in her mind had cleared and her body recovered, Cehyla then rolled to the side. Lying on her back, she met Darganth's gaze with a soft smile.
"Your turn now."
With this, Cehlya was back in motion, practically diving onto Darganth as she started round two of their night together.