Futo only thought of Miko's superhuman status when bragging about her lofted status, it had never been a particularly awe inspiring to her personally. Or at least nothing she found so different. But then, she was one who had her own abilities beyond that of a regular human, and in that she had felt kinship.

But perhaps in the midst of their plans she had simply switched her service of her god to the service of Miko instead. After all she had never changed her habits, simply adapted new names and slightly different methods of enacting them. This no doubt had made things more frustrating for all.

Futo's weight was mostly leaning down on Miko's wrists, only moving enough to press her knee and leg, with no delicacy, back and forth with a hard thrusting motion. As if she were an animal exerting dominance. She felt as if it would be easier if she were male, she at least had a better concept of that.

What was she doing? What was she even doing?