As a god, Morax needed someway to release his inner desires: you. He would cling onto you every morning, his frame wrapping around yours tightly before reluctantly rising and completing his divine duties.

He made sure to make use of the evening.

After a needy night, you were shifting uncomfortably in his arms, groaning softly as you tried to release tension from your lower-half. Morax’s eyes opened gently as he looked down at you.

With a simple sigh, he mumbled, “Too big?”