Some people might have liked being worshipped.
Being revered is one thing, but worship is a whole other beast.
I had always though of myself as undeserving of praise or adulation, yet still enjoyed recieving it.
But this girl was troublesome, a twenty-something who thought me a god for besting bioshock infinite with ease when she waltzed in on my tenth playthrough.
And being worshipoed is especially troublesome when the person worshipping you is a Hellhound.
She had not begun small, groveling at my feet with a duplicitous prostration.
It is said that even the gods cannot tame a Hellhound's spirit, but it seems they can demand their feigned respect.
And so, our life together began.
Tamara had been staying with me for about two weeks now, and had slowly settled in to a massive pile of blankets next to my gaming couch, forming her own oersonal nest, there she sat today, wishing to witness my "miracles" again.
I had continued playing games, enjoying the little gasps and stifled cheers of "Hurrah," and "Deus Vult!"
She may not have enjoyed subservience, but her enthusiasm was certainly real.
Just as I was beginning a boss fight, [[1]] Tamara began another "offering."
I was seated on the lengthy bed-like couch, my legs at a right-angle to the television, with a massive quilt draped over me.
This same quilt was now rising and falling as she slunk her way towards ne.
A fast approach, a perfectly timed parry, and a powerful Riposte!
She finally stopped moving, and I could feel her breasts pressed against my lap, smooshing as only braless breasts can.
I waited, tense, the pontiff rose from the floor, slowly circling, waiting to strike.
She moved once more, straddling my waist, a moisture coating my lap as I realized she was bare.
A swing, another parry, a yank, an insertion.
"P-please, accept this offering, oh H-holy one. . ."
Her voice dissolved into quiet mouns, whether she really thought I was a god ir not didn't matter to me, she did this so often and cudfled me so much I didn't care.
Victory, and release.
Another fine winter morning, snuggled in the blanjet nest with my darling.
I nuzzle her soft body, she's always so warm.