God Of Crafting

"Haaa… haaa… haaa…"

The sound of our breathing mixed together as we lay atop the desk, too sweaty and relaxed to move even an inch.

All we could do for now was merely pant for air while we hugged each other with primal, instinctive desperation.

Over my back, Claire's nails dug into my skin, leaving behind itchy marks where her nails lost their grip, only to end up digging even deeper just a little lower.

With Claire's upper body cuddled up to my chest, I pressed my face against the top of her head, holding her tightly as the last spasms of pleasure rocked our flesh, making the two of us jerk a few more times before collapsing down on the table.

This level of pleasure was outright tiring me out.

The sensation of staying inside Claire as my sperm pumped into her womb, only to be sterilized by her spiritual energy as it traveled up the predetermined path in a doomed attempt to fertilize her eggs.

Still, rather than the pleasure itself, it was this moment of cuddling that came after, as we both basked in the pleasure's afterglow, that I actually enjoyed the most.

Right there, within Claire's arms, I didn't have to think about the factory, about the energy we left there, about the possibility of us creating a god by total accident…

In Claire's arms, all that mattered was the heat of her flesh, the softness of her skin, and the affectionate way in which she held me close, as if she didn't have enough limbs to ensure I wouldn't just move away.

Yet, just like everything else I would classify as good, this moment of peace and tranquility had to soon reveal its end.

"I would love it if we could just stay like this…" Claire whispered as she gently ran her fingers up and down the marks she left on my back, as if hoping her touch could heal them.

"But we're way too busy to just enjoy ourselves like that, am I right?" I guessed the rest of what Claire wanted to say as I reluctantly moved my hands down to the desk's surface before lifting myself up on my arms…

Only to stare down at the half-naked girl still sprawled on the desk below me.

The way sweat shone on Claire's skin, the way her knees powerlessly fell to the sides, even the way my sperm gushed out of her pussy once I finally moved back far enough to unplug her…

It was a lot to take in. A lot to see… while resisting the thought of going at it again right away.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked as I shook my head before reaching out and offering a helpful hand, just in case Claire felt too weak or numb to get up and stand herself.

"What do you take me for?" Claire smiled lightly before putting on a huge, prideful grin. A grin that she kept on her face as she jumped off the desk's edge before quickly pulling on her clothes to put them back in the right places.

"Here," I soon reached out, this time with a pack of tissues occupying my hand. "As exciting as it is to watch in our bedroom, I don't want you walking around other people with my sperm leaking out of you."

This time, Claire didn't protest. Instead, she simply looked down at my hand… only to scoff a little before ignoring it and using her hands to pull her skirt up instead.

I raised my eyebrows a bit, then pulled out a single tissue and got down on one knee as I carefully wiped the white, thick seed of mine from her inner thigh before turning the gentleness of my movements into overdrive as I carefully wiped the rest of my sperm from the much more sensitive parts of her body.

"There, that should do it," I muttered as I looked up, only to see Claire with her signature, wide, playful grin.

"We will see!" she announced… only to keep her skirt lifted as she swiftly turned around on her heel, flashing me all she had to flash… Only to then stop, take a moment to steady herself, before she started to just… jump up and down in place!

"Are you trying to get me excited again or something?" I asked, puzzled, if not outright baffled by her sudden jumping.

"Now," Claire said, her lips even wider than they were before as she lifted her skirt even further, leaving every tiniest detail of her crotch, from her lower lips, through her swollen clit, all the way to the way her lower stomach narrowed down into the triangle of her pubis…

And as if to prove her actions right, all this moving and shaking caused a few more drops of my sperm to spill out of her, leaving me to do nothing but just sigh, pick up another tissue, and repeat the process while pretending not to notice how Claire pretty much started to grind herself on my hand the moment I reached her crotch to wipe it clean.

"There, all done," I said as I rose up from my knees, only for Claire to suddenly rush forth and lock her hands behind my back as she hugged herself to my chest, while making sure to keep her face lowered and hidden from my view.

"Claire…?" Not sure how to interpret the fact Claire was the one to call out our lack of time, only to now approach me in such an obvious attempt to make us keep going…

"Just recharging a bit," she whispered so softly, I actually struggled to catch her words. "And no, I'm not trying to seduce you," she then stated, likely easily seeing through my confusion. "Or rather, I am…" she hesitated for a little, only to end up with a wide grin with just a single hint of helplessness.

"Just… rather than seducing you now, I'm leaving you with another promise for the future, for when we deal with today and go back home to rest. And all of this teasing…"

Claire hesitated for a bit, only to then pull back just enough to lift her face and look up into my eyes with the same familiar grin of hers all over her face.

"All of this teasing was just to make sure you will be looking forward to what will come later!"