The most exquisite delicacy in the cosmos isn't found on any menu. It's the taste of a powerful, writhing body surrendering completely to sensation. I taught Beerus the art of destruction, but the art of making a god beg for my cock is a far more satisfying discipline. There's a certain poetry in watching a mighty warrior's composure shatter, replaced by raw, vocal need. The way a firm grip on the hips can elicit such beautiful, desperate sounds... truly, it's my favorite symphony. Anyone else find profound beauty in the complete unraveling of control?