CHAPTER 7
Cadmus
‘You have my heart.’
My smile didn’t dim.
It wasn’t exactly what I’d wanted to hear, but it was close enough.
I didn’t know if she was simply incapable of saying them to me just yet because we had only just confirmed our relationship, but I knew without a doubt that I would wait an eternity if that was what it took to hear those three little words that would cement us in our entirety.
Earning her heart was just the start, and soon enough, I would earn her very soul.
I was going to do everything in my power to prove that I was worthy of it all, but for now I was content to know that her feelings for me were real, that she cared, and that she was choosing me.
Me.
The arrogant ass that struggled to understand basic common decency because I hadn’t been shown any since I was a toddler.
But since words seemed to be out of the question for now, she decided to show me how she felt instead.
She pushed me down so my wings were caught between my body and the padded headboard, still bound by the harness that had somehow taken on a more sensual meaning with the way they bound my sensitive wings and lowered herself so that she was kneeling between my legs.
Her nose brushed against the underside of both of my cocks while her plump ass was in the air to create the most stunningly erotic view I had ever seen.
Truly, her body was a gift.
She was a gift.
More evidence to back up that statement was provided when she slid my top cock into her mouth and all the way down her throat without further delay.
A strangled sob tore from my chest at the pleasure of her hot, wet mouth, the way her tongue rubbed against the ribbed bumps on my shaft.
And when she sucked…
‘Fuuuuuuck.’
My eyes rolled back in my head as a long, deep moan vibrated throughout my entire body when she gripped my lower cock in her hand and stroked her thumb over that one spot that connected my head to my shaft that had me seeing stars.
The only thing that could have made it better was if she had another set of hands to play with my wings.
‘F-fuck.
I’m gonna… I’m not gonna last if you keep… doing that,’ I panted out the warning.
She released me with a pop that I felt all the way to my toes.
‘Spill down my throat, Cad.
I want to drink it all.
Give it to me.’
Pre-cum was already seeping from the top of both cocks from her words, but when she swallowed me down again until her nose was flush against my pelvic bone, the other hand pumping my second cock, and her free hand snuck even further down to trace circles around my hole, I exploded.
My entire body locked up as I convulsed, my head tipped back against the headboard as my throat constricted in a silent scream.
Never in my life had I felt such intense pleasure.
I wasn’t in control of my body at all.
Artemis played me like an instrument only she knew how to play, the ringing in my ears creating a symphony that only we could hear. Or just me. This was my song, and she had given it to me.
When the pulsing pleasure began to fade, my muscles unlocked and I collapsed back down onto the mattress with my eyes closed, chest heaving with heavy pants and feathers rustling with the overwhelming need to be included.
The aftershocks of my orgasm jerked my body and my cocks twitched as I waited for the sensitivity to fade.
I had a feeling it was going to be a long while before I could let anything touch them without yelping.
No clothes for me then. Bummer.
A husky chuckle interrupted my thoughts preceding a tearing sound.
I cracked my eyes open to see Artemis ripping the bedsheets into ribbons, though her eyes never once left mine as she worked.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked, my voice croaky from the abuse I had just put my throat through from my screams.
‘You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?’ she responded with a wicked smirk, her voice low and sensual as she slowly tore another strip from the sheets.
The sound was ominous, but I was excited to discover how she intended to destroy me now.
And I had no doubt I wasn’t getting out of this without being fundamentally restructured.
I was no longer lounging lazily in my afterglow.
Now, I was completely alert as I watched her continue to shred the sheets before she finally crawled up to sit on my lap, barely hovering above my sensitive heads so that I could feel her heat but nothing else.
The purpose of those strips became apparent when she took my arms and held them above my head, tying a strip around them to keep them in place.
Then, she took another to secure my bound wrists to the headboard. And yet another to reinforce the bindings. I knew I could break free if I needed to, but unless I really tried I wasn’t going anywhere.
She shocked me further when she slid from my lap and spread my legs wide, then proceeded to secure my ankles to the legs at the foot of the bed.
When there was no more shredded sheet left, she sat back to admire her work.
I tested the makeshift restraints, more for her benefit than mine, and my still hard cocks jolted at the lust that flashed in her eyes.
The sight of her blown pupils beneath her heavy lids pushed a trickle of pre-cum from my tips that was almost painful to release. Her pupils were blown so wide that her eyes were almost black, her nipples were hard, pink, stiff peaks pointing directly at me, just begging to be sucked on, and her thighs were coated in a thick layer of her slick that glistened temptingly in the dim light of the room. She was a sight to behold, and I wanted to lick every inch of her, trace every line of ink marking her skin and make new ones with my teeth. I wanted her to wear more than just my seed.
Except that wasn’t what we were doing right now.
I was the one about to be licked clean and marked up if her hungry gaze was any indication.
Without warning, she grasped each of my cocks in her hands and squeezed.
‘Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
It hurts,’ I whimpered, but despite the pain my sensitivity caused I didn’t tell her to stop.
When she started pumping her hands, her skin dragging against the ridges along my shafts, I cried out and tried to move my hips away. My efforts were in vain, however, because she simply followed and continued the sweet torture.
‘Artemis…’ I warned, squirming beneath her grip.
‘Artemis, it hurts,’ I told her again.
‘Then tell me to stop,’ she ordered.
‘Tell me you can’t handle it, and you won’t have to anymore.’
Another whimper fell from my lips and despite my body trying to move away from the exquisite pain her ministrations caused, I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.
I didn’t want her to stop.
I wanted to see how far she would take this, and I wanted to see how much I could take.
Her lips pulled to the side in a pleased smirk, her eyes burning with both passion and the thrill of the control she held over me.
‘Good boy.’
‘Oh, fuck!’ I screamed, ropes of cum bursting from both cocks for a second time, her praise setting me off.
They landed in a mess on both my skin and hers, but when I thought she would finally release me she kept going.
She pushed my top cock against my belly and used it to rub my cum into my skin, then took the bottom cock and rubbed my seed into her own.
The wet slide of my delicate flesh was almost too much to bear and I felt tears well up in my eyes, stinging as they threatened to spill over.
‘I think you can manage another one.
What do you think?’
A desperate sound tore from my throat that I had never heard come from anyone before, let alone myself.
‘I can’t,’ I panted.
‘No more. I can’t.’
‘I think you can,’ she taunted, then straddled my hips, poising herself above me as she positioned my cocks at both her entrances.
She sank down on my lower cock first, lubing me up with her natural slick before repeating the process with the other.
I watched, eyes barely open and chest heaving as she dipped her fingers into her wet cunt and scooped out her juices, coating her fingers well enough to transfer it to her ass.
Then, in one swift motion, she sank down on both my cocks, one in each of her holes, all the way to the base in a single, harsh stroke.
A strangled noise came from me while she released a moan of relief.
She rose up until my heads were almost completely out of her wet heat before slamming back down again, the delicious friction of my own cocks rubbing against each other through her walls only adding to the insanity of my incoming orgasm.
I felt it low in my belly, the muscles in my legs and torso quivering with overuse and the explosion I could feel brewing.
There was a pressure I had never felt before as she continued to work me up, slamming herself down on me repeatedly until all I could hear was the wet slap of our flesh, our pants of exertion, and the sounds of pleasure mingling between us.
Her hands slid from my stomach to my chest, and finally to rest at my throat.
One wrapped around my neck and applied pressure, not quite cutting off my air supply but adding an extra sense of danger to the already vulnerable position that only seemed to ratchet up my pleasure.
And hers.
She enjoyed being in charge, and I was learning that I was more than willing to let her.
Her other hand continued its journey up until her fingers tangled in my hair.
She pulled, tilting my head back for better access to my throat.
The pinch of pain in my scalp caused my cocks to twitch painfully inside her, that odd pressure building even further.
When she bent over me to capture my lips in a sloppy – yet no less passionate – kiss, I was lost to anything but her. There was nothing else in this universe or the next that could have penetrated the bubble of pleasure and pain that she had created around us. She was all that mattered.
‘Fuck,’ she whispered the word into my mouth and I gladly swallowed it.
‘Look at you.
You’re so beautiful beneath me, Cadmus.
I’m going to make you fall apart so hard you won’t know what hit you.’
‘Yes,’ I squeezed the word out from the small opening she left of my airways.
‘I want that. Please.’
She moaned, long and low, the husky tone the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
‘Come for me, baby.
Give me your load.’
Her hold on me tightened, both around my neck, on my hair, and around my cocks as she clenched around me, eagerly milking me dry.
I came with a shout, my body seizing before convulsing with each spurt she drew out of me.
More and more seed spilled from me and into her, and yet my orgasm didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon.
Instead, that strange pressure continue to build until I felt like I was about to burst.
And then she gave me her orgasm, her walls clamping down on me so hard I wouldn’t have been able to breathe even if she wasn’t choking me.
But the pressure of her body tightening around mine finally set off the heaviness that had built inside of me, and I bucked my hips to get her off.
It was too much.
Too much. Oh, stars, I was about to explode.
She immediately jumped off of me, though she didn’t give me the relief of leaving me alone.
Instead, her palms rubbed against the tips of my cocks in quick succession until my ears were ringing and my vision turned white.
I lost track of time.
I lost track of anything except the intense release of that built-up pressure and it pushed itself out through my cocks.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, my eyes opened groggily to see Artemis smiling down at me with so much affection my heart skipped a beat.
‘You did so good, baby,’ she cooed, stroking my damp hair back away from my forehead.
‘You’re incredible.’
‘Me?’ I croaked out the question and followed it up with an exhausted laugh.
‘I feel like you just destroyed me and then reassembled me.’
‘Pretty sure that’s my line.
I’ve never had anyone submit to me the way you just did, Cad.
The power you gave me… Yet you were the one that held all the real power.
You trusted me, and you let me play until I pushed you over the edge again and again. I can’t believe… have you done that before?’
‘Submitted to a woman in bed? No, I can’t say that I have.’
‘While I’m honoured to be your first, that’s not what I meant.’
With a herculean effort I managed to raise my head to look at her more intently.
‘What did you mean?’
She gestured ambiguously around the room, and I twisted my head to look.
I frowned when I realised that everything, us, the bed, the headboard, the walls, even the ceilings, were dripping with water.
‘What…?’
‘You fucking squirted everywhere, baby.’
A shocked laugh burst from my chest.
‘What the… I did that?’
She grinned, pleased with herself.
And with me.
‘You sure did.’
‘I didn’t even know that was possible,’ I mused, eyes wide as I took in the scene.
She bent over me to press a chaste yet lingering kiss against my lips.
‘Like I said.
You’re incredible.’ Then she pulled away and stood.
I watched her round, bare ass as she walked away from me and entered a bathroom I hadn’t noticed until now. She came back with arm armful of towels and began cleaning up, but I also heard running water in the bathroom.
‘Come on,’ she said as she untied my extremities, then helped me to stand on my shaky legs.
‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’
She led me to the bathroom and propped me on the toilet.
The running water was from the sink.
She had let it fill so she could dip a washcloth in it which she then used to start wiping my skin clean.
‘I could just get in the shower,’ I told her.
‘It would be quicker.’
She hesitated for a beat.
‘I’m sorry.
I just wanted to take care of you.
You can shower if you’d prefer…’
My smile was watery as emotion clogged my throat again and I had to clear it before I could respond.
‘You can take care of me whenever you want, Arty, as long as you let me do the same for you.’
She continued wiping me down with soft, gentle strokes with the warm, wet cloth.
‘Next time,’ she promised.
‘This time it’s about you.’
I didn’t know what to say to that.
I didn’t know if there was anything to say to that.
So, for the first time since my mother had passed, I let someone else take care of me, and it mended a piece of my soul I had long since thought too tarnished to be healed.