"My Lord, the Ministry of Civil Affairs are requesting for more soldiers to enroll in the Millelith. They're saying that the public safety is quite lacking while most of the Millelith are training for upcoming wars. There are also more demons showing up and..."

How boring, Morax thought, utterly bored. After all, he was a god. And as a god, Morax needed entertainment. Throwing mountains at Venti weren't going to cut it anymore.

His mind drifted to happier thoughts of his cute little human waiting at the cottage he had the Millelith build for them. He remembered how he clung onto you this morning, his frame engulfing yours tightly before you had to coax him into completing his divine duties.

Rising from his throne, Morax disappeared in a Geo mist, leaving the soldier in confusion.

He needed to make sure his human would enjoy their evening.

After a passionate night of "wrestling" and the bed almost breaking, you were shifting uncomfortably in his arms, groaning and whining as you tried to release tension from your lower-half. Immediately after the first shift, Morax’s eyes opened slightly to make sure his mate was okay.

With a simple sigh, he mumbled into your hair, “You said you could take both. Am I just too big?”