Lilian literally sat her big round ass on Maxine's chest and spread her legs to either side of his head.
Realizing his position, he couldn't help but wrap his arms around her meaty thighs as he placed his hands on her hips. She reached down and guided him by his dark hair to her sticky, dripping honeypot while her other hand rested on the carpet to stabilize and support her.
Her cervix pressed into his face, the damp lips of her pussy kissing Maxine's lips.
"Go on! Lick it, human!" Lilian purred. "Lick all my pussy juices!"
She was going offscript from how the game usually went, but maybe it was for the best. Maxine stuck his tongue out, brushing her clit with it, and gosh...she tasted amazing. The musky scent from her damp pussy was intoxicating.
The scent? Max paused a little. Since when had l been able to inhale scents in an eroge?
Well, given the heat of the moment, worrying about something as trivial as that was out of the question gor him. He buried his face between Lilian's thighs, his tongue working hungrily on her soaked pussy. He licked and teased her swollen clit, swirling it with the tip of his tongue, then suckling on it like it was the sweetest treat in existence. Lilian's soft moans grew louder, her body trembling with each sensual stroke of his tongue.
Her nectar flowed freely now, drenching his lips, chin, and cheeks, but he didn't stop—if anything, it only turned him on more. He traced every inch of her slit, making sure no part of her divine core was neglected. Her thighs quivered as he dove deeper, thrusting his tongue inside her wet twat, wiggling it in circular motions as her inner walls clenched around it.
"Mmmf... y-you filthy mortal..." Lilian whimpered, her hips starting to rock against his mouth involuntarily.
Maxine held her in place, gripping her thighs as she bucked into his face. Her breaths grew ragged, her moans higher and more urgent. Then—her body tensed.
With a loud cry of release, Lilian's thighs snapped shut around his head, literally making him suffocate in paradise for a second. Her back arched, her whole body quivering as waves of orgasm crashed through her. He felt a rush of her sweet nectar flood his tongue—warm, thick, and intoxicating.
He eagerly swallowed every drop, licking her clean while she gasped above him.
"Fuuuck... that felt amazing," Lilian moaned, her voice low and sultry, still catching her breath as she lightly rubbed her soaked pussy against his lips once more, dragging out the pleasure before slowly crawling down his body, now her eyes locked on the real thing—his rock-hard cock.
She straddled him without hesitation, her dripping folds hovering just above the head of his cock.
She gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, guiding it with the confidence only a goddess of lust could possess. Her other hand pressed against his chest, pinning him down.
Squelch.....
Her soaked pussy lips, parted and swallowed his cock in one smooth motion.
Maxine gasped. "Holy—! You're tight as hell!"
"Of course I am," Lilian moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as she sank down until his cock was buried to the hilt.
She leaned forward, her luscious breasts brushing against his chest, her face inches from his.
"Now shut up and let your goddess ride."
And ride she did.
Her hips rolled in a slow, hypnotic grind at first, letting him feel every inch and every squeeze. Maxine groaned, completely at her mercy as she began bouncing, her tits leaping with each thrust, her pussy squelching loudly as it devoured his cock again and again.
"F-fuck… you're even better than in the last game," Maxine moaned, his hands flying to her hips, trying to meet her rhythm.
"Of course I am," she said again, her voice breathless. "Because I'm real.....not a character in a game!"
Maxine's breath caught in his throat for a second. She's real?
Come to think of it....this felt too real too!
She slammed her hips down hard, forcing him out of his thoughts as a sharp cry escaped from his lips.
The throne room echoed with wet smacks, breathless gasps, and Lilian's moans growing higher, sharper, and more uncontrollable. She tossed her purplish, long hair back, grinding on him like a woman possessed, chasing her climax like a storm.
It was crazy.
In the end, she reached a massive orgasm at the same time as Max also ejaculated inside her for the second time. Standing up, pulling the human's dick from her pussy slowly, Lilian stroded gracefully to her throne where she picked up her torn dress and repaired it with a flick of her fingers. The silk flowed over her curves once again as she sat with queenly elegance.
A second later, the grand doors creaked open, and in walked a voluptuous woman clad in dark robes, her ample chest bouncing with each step. Her eyes briefly widened at the sight of Maxine still lying on the floor, groaning in what looked like post-nut nirvana, covered in sex juices. But she paid him no mind and knelt respectfully before Lilian.
"My goddess," she said, head bowed. "Lord Rhadamanthus awaits the soul of this human. He's due for judgment."
"Fine," Lilian sighed, rising to her feet again. The human's time was up. Though she would've loved to toy with him a bit longer. She grabbed Maxine by the collar and began dragging him toward the door.
"Whoa, whoa! Hey, I can walk! I'm good!" he yelped, scrambling up to his feet, pulling his trouser back on and stumbling after her. "So… uh, where exactly are we going?"
"To the judge, of course," Lilian said casually. "It's time to see if you're going to heaven or hell."
Maxine blinked. "Wait… What? Judge? Hold on! For what? This isn't how the game goes—"
"I've been trying to tell you, this isn't a damn game, mortal!" Lilian snapped, exasperated. "But nooo, you were just too horny to even listen."
Maxine's eyes widened. "Wait… are you saying this is real?!"
Lilian rolled her eyes. "Yes, genius. You don't remember? You died after jerking off twenty-seven times in a row playing a hentai game. Now you're here."
"Dead?" Maxine's eyebrows knitted together in disbelief. "No way. I was just… playing. I mean—why are you here? You're a game character!"
"Oh, that?" Lilian chuckled. "One of my grim reapers, disguised as a human who lives on earth made that game. She based a character on me—flattering, really. But now you're not dealing with the waifu version. You're looking at the real goddess of lust."
Dead. Maxine's brain stuttered at the word. And yet… now that he looked around, he realized there was no pause button, no logout, no user interface. Just white mist, endless space, and a goddess with a dangerously luscious body that seemed to have been sculpted only for sin.
"So I'm really dead, huh?" he muttered, gazing down at his feet. "Damn… twenty-three years old, and I die without ever kissing a real girl. Only pixelated waifus. This can't be how it ends."
Lilian shrugged. "People die in strange ways. As the goddess of lust, I usually get (welcome) the ones who die horny, or during sex. And trust me, it's a surprisingly large number. Anyway, Rhadamanthus will have the final say."
Maxine followed her through the mist, now silent, overwhelmed, and not even trying to hide the shame on his face. They passed through a white veil, emerging into a large chamber. Minimalist in design—white marble, plush crimson carpet, and a desk at the far end where a rotund man sat in a surprisingly normal office chair. He wore a gray suit, white shirt, and a tie tight around his thick neck. Not handsome, not ugly—just… thoroughly unimpressed.
So this is the guy deciding my eternal fate? Maxine wondered as he knelt beside Lilian.
"Ahhh… this human's not half bad," Rhadamanthus said, sucking thoughtfully on a lollipop.
Who the hell judges souls while sucking a lollipop? Max thought, trying not to grimace.
"You lived a pretty tame life," the judge went on. "Helpful. Kind. Barely a blip on the sin scale. Just… heavily addicted to hentai and adult games."
Max gulped. "S-so… what happens now?"
"Of course you're going to heaven, young man. Rejoice!" Rhadamanthus smiled, lollipop between his teeth.
"Wait, seriously?" Maxine blinked. He didn't believe he was the type to qualify for heaven honestly.
The judge nodded. "These days, people commit far worse. Unless you've committed major sins, the bar for hell's admission is a bit higher now. You're in the clear."
Max looked up, a little hopeful now. "Can I… ask something?"
"Go ahead," the judge said.
"What's heaven like?"
Rhadamanthus beamed. "Peaceful. Serene. Angel choirs singing celestial hymns. Days filled with refined conversation and spiritual enlightenment."
Max frowned. "That's it?"
"Well, there's also direct blessings from the Creator. Holy light and all that jazz."
"Right..…And what about hell?"
The judge's face darkened. "Ugh. Hell. That disgusting place. It has many divisions. One for murderers where there's always fire, violence, and eternal combat. Then there's…" He shivered. "The Hell of Debauchery. Endless orgies. Everyone's naked, moaning, writhing, but the lust never ends. They're stuck in eternal heat. Sex without satisfaction. Torture by pleasure."
Maxine's eyes lit up.
"Then, send me to hell!"
Lilian and Rhadamanthus both turned to him in disbelief. "What?"
"I want to go to hell!" Maxine cried, throwing himself to the floor, forehead hitting the ground. "Please. Please! Please! Send me to hell!"
TBC