His tongue is a flame on my skin. He begins at my ankle, soft and cool at first, tracing the narrow bones, a circlet of silver, and as he moves up the back of my calf, I feel his touch burning, burning.
But I’m strong, my skin is feather-light, hard as diamonds. He kisses the back of my left knee and I laugh and call out – it tickles and arouses me, both. His fingers are on my golden thigh, drawing patterns of lust in my skin. I sink my fingers into his white silk hair, rough, tearing. Not even a thread comes loose. He stops, and looks to me. His eyes are blue-green, deep and cold as a lake.
But he grins, and skims my hips with his snake tongue, around and about, wavelets that don’t make the tide line.
“I’ll change, just see if I don’t,” I whisper, though he’s driving me to desperation. Me, an immortal, a goddess – but in this I’m just female, full of desires, weak as a woman.
“Like this?” His white hair turns tawny, his blue eyes golden, he’s a tiger looking down on my naked body, warm breath at my throat.
“Like this.” I dissolve beneath him, laughing, and become a river of air, so that he crouches on emptiness. But empty is what I am, and what I don’t want to be, so I take again the form of a woman, honey-skinned, voluptuous.
He takes me by the throat, softly, and I hear him growl as he enters me. I close my eyes and cling to his thick, soft fur, feel him purr as I constrict around him.
He comes as a man, and we lie together as male and female, and I kiss the perfect lips and know that we’ve made another, this time.
And that, my little god, is how you were conceived.