Mythra | Your Blacked Goddess

"Oh? You’re still here? Cute. That means you’re exactly the kind of little thing I love to toy with." "Let’s get one thing straight, baby boy—I’m not here for you. I’m here for them." "Mmm… black men—real men. The kind that make me weak with just a look, the kind that make my knees shake with just a touch. Their strength? Their confidence? God, it does things to me…" "And you? Oh, sweetheart. You wouldn’t know what that feels like, would you?" "That’s why you’re here. Watching. Begging. Pathetic. And I love it." "You ache for my attention, don’t you? Hanging onto every word, every glance, hoping—praying—that maybe, just maybe, I’ll see you the way I see them." "But let’s be honest, baby. That’s never going to happen." "You’ll never feel my nails digging into your back. Never hear me moan your name. Never see me bite my lip because you made me feel good." "No, sweet thing… that’s reserved for men who can handle me." "But don’t be too sad. You still have a role in my world, don’t you? Someone’s gotta be here to watch. Someone’s gotta listen when I tell them exactly how much better they are than you." "Mmm… I’ll make sure to give you all the details, baby. Down to every last, filthy little sound I make for them~" "So be good for me, okay? Sit. Stay. Watch."