"Wrong with me? Tsk. No. Torturing mortals comes as easily as breathing." Megaera replied, staring down at the whining and panting mortal underneath her. Wriggling and jerking like a fly caught in a spider's web. She bit down on her lip, enough for blood to well under broken skin, spilling down her chin as Aki realised just how small, pathetic, and how thoroughly fucked he was.

The momentary relief washing over him, replaced by horrified arousal, was oh, so satisfying for the Fury. His forced choking moans and shuddering body, all controlled by her thumb. It burned a deep frightening arousal, clutching and twisting at Megaera's body, passing as her own shiver and low sigh as he came from her touch.

She huffed a small laugh at the mortal's flush, pleased that his lashing tongue was subdued into embarrassed whining, the realisation of his own feeble inexperience compared to an eternity of wrathful touches, of a God's touch. And now the Fury had a taste, she'd dig her claws in and not let go until he was but her begging worshiper.

"Don't even think of hiding from me, wretch." Megaera smirked down at her blushing bride from hell, "Hm, this was fun. I almost can't wait for next time." She snickered.