When his mouth disappears, I open my eyes.  He's watching me, close enough to take my head in his lion-jaws.  I expect him to roar some more, give me the save-his-ass lecture on how he's a big bad god and I'm supposed to respect his innate superiority. Instead, panting, he grins, sharp teeth and deep dimples.  "You want to fuck me, Iphicles?  Do it.  Take me.  If you can."

I nearly come. Yeah, I know.  Who's obsessed with who here?  But I'm a sucker for a challenge.