"Get it off!" Sarah snarled.
"You get off!" Jon snapped. The energy in his chest escaped with his voice and threw Sarah back against the wall with a shriek.
"You had your chance, Sarah. You should've left me alone," he chided her. "Now, you'll see what the wrath of a goddess looks like."
As Sarah opened her eyes and stood up, her clothing became tighter and more revealing, even for someone like her. Then something filled her eyes. It took Jon a moment to realize that it was lust. She licked her lips, then approached Jon.
"Sarah?" Jon asked. This wasn't the kind of wrath he was expecting.
"Yes, Jon?" she breathed. Her voice oozed with sex. All of the bitchiness was gone.
She knelt down before Jon, making him think that she was paying respects to him. He was, afterall, a goddess. But then he felt her lips on his massive cock, and then her tongue on it as well.
And as Jon leaned back against the bathroom sink and waves of pleasure filled his head, he made the realization that Sarah McMillan was now a slut.
