Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Riley
“No, I do not want to take a bath with you. You already tried murdering me with more disgusting food,” I say. Torin already bathed earlier today but seems to think that he requires a second one if I’d only permit him to climb into this tub with me.
He appears confused. “What do my horrible meals have to do with your bath?”
I give him a look. “They just do!”
“What I’m feeding you is the only food I have here. As a true god, I didn’t need to eat. But as this husk of a god, I require food at least once a day!”
“No wonder you’ve enjoyed everything I’ve fed you,” I say.
Torin gets this dreamy expression. “Pizza.”
“Do you think we should be concerned that I haven’t been back home?” I ask. “Maybe we should go back tomorrow no matter what? Mickey’s surely told them what happened. They probably all think you’ve taken me as a sex slave and won’t let me free.”
“Absolutely no one is going to believe that I’ve managed to hold you captive. But we can definitely go back for more food. Let’s bring food with us when we return.”
I sigh since he’s evidently not concerned about anything but food.
I head off to the bathing room that’s connected to his bedroom.
Since everything in the palace was built for people who use magic, many things are designed to run off magic.
Torin told me he could heat the water with fire, but my witch magic should suffice.
It can’t make water hot enough to burn someone, but it works well enough to heat the water up and it doesn’t cause me any pain from overusing my magic.
I climb into the tub and soak since there isn’t exactly a shower option.
I close my eyes and drift under the water while I think. My other fear now is… even if Torin killed the man who destroyed his land, who’s to say this person trying to invade ours is any different?
I try to push those thoughts back and focus instead on washing myself, which is rather hard when I can’t find the soap as I blindly pat around.
“Kit, where’s the soap?” I ask since my current view is of her trying to squeeze out from under a cabinet that she’d somehow crammed herself under and is now struggling to get free from.
She rolls onto her back and shoves her head out to look at the tub, and I watch myself pat around for the soap.
Seeing myself upside down helps very little, but somehow, I do end up eventually finding it.
And when I’m finished, Kit, who’s finally gotten unstuck, comes galloping over to me.
I dry myself with a towel then put her on my bare shoulder, which is rarely an ideal thing, but I want to be able to see what I’m doing. Dropping the towel, I push the door open and walk out into the bedroom where I face the bed.
Stopping, I wait for Torin’s reaction… and then wait some more.
“Are you asleep?” I hiss as I kick the bed.
Torin jerks awake and stares at me. Then I watch as his eyes take all of me in, running down to my cock before snapping back up to my face.
“What! No! Nope. What? Oh… ohhhhhh. Wait… did you forget your clothes? You need clothes. Ah… right, right, there’s…
clothes… somewhere in here. Like… you know… places where clothes go, I guess.”
“Does it look like I forgot my clothes?” I ask.
“It very much looks like you forgot your clothes. Here, let me dress you—”
I sigh. “I’m going to bed.”
He freezes. “Oh… Oh.” He whips the blanket back, gets caught up in it, and proceeds to fall off the bed.
“Wow, you really do strike me as someone who can make a person orgasm from just a touch,” I comment while I watch him battle the blanket.
It’s a losing battle there for a bit, but he does come out victorious.
“I’m sorry, I thought I was here for a pity fuck since you haven’t gotten laid in years, but it’s gone beyond pity at this point.
I’m like… sad for you now. It’s now a sad fuck. ”
“I did that to lower your defenses,” he says as he takes two strides up to me, slides a hand beneath my ass, then snatches me right off the floor in one smooth movement a second before he pins me against the wall.
“Fucking hell,” I snap, wondering why I’m now here and also wondering why my brain is going, “That was really fucking hot.” My brain knows better than that!
But more than anything, I’m extremely aware of his hard cock between my legs, pressed against my balls while my limbs wrap around him to keep me from plummeting.
Torin’s lips crash against mine and I’m not expecting it, but when his tongue brushes the seam of my lips, I part them without hesitation.
I’m drawn into his touch, the way his lips press against mine, the way his tongue tangles with mine.
His kiss takes my breath away as his hand that’s not wrapped around my waist slides down my ass cheeks.
One finger dips between them so teasingly that I’m left aching for more.
So much for playing it cool. My pity fuck is very much turning into me being a hot mess as he pulls back just to let me breathe.
Am I a teenager again? Did I forget how to kiss someone?
Did I really just melt into him over a kiss?
While I recover, he kisses my throat, sucking the skin as his finger traces over my hole and my cock presses against his stomach.
I groan and then feel ridiculous that I’m groaning over a damn kiss and stroke of his finger. Like what the hell has happened to me to suddenly make me putty in his hands?
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.
What the hell am I doing now? No! I’m supposed to play hard to get! I was going to be all, “Look at me allowing you to fuck me,” and instead I’m like, “Stick it in me already!”
“Where is your patience, Mr. Pity Fuck?” Torin teases, voice husky, and I push my hips forward, rubbing my cock against his stomach.
“I’m just saying this shit for your benefit. I want your fantasies to come true from the erotic books you’ve been reading.” It’s a blatant lie, but he knows better than to point that out.
“Oh, they’re coming true, alright,” he whispers, kissing me again as that finger runs a circle around my hole, brushing over the sensitive skin.
I grab his shirt, struggling to pull it up since I’m halfway sitting on it from this angle. This time, I’m prepared for the kiss, but it still seems to melt me to mush. What is this magic? I’ve had sex with an incubus before, and even he didn’t make me feel like this.
Torin carries me over to the bed and drops me down, standing over me while Kit jumps off onto the mattress next to me. His eyes trail down my body as his fingers slide down my thigh, pushing it up so my knee is bent.
His free hand catches his shirt that I’d been struggling to remove and draws it off before dropping it on the floor.
“I’m so pleased you finally came to your senses,” he says with a grin.
“Senses? I already explained this was a pity fuck. Because of me, you couldn’t get laid by Ms. Percy, and I felt a little guilty—just a tiny bit—so I thought I’d offer up my ass to the god.”
“Right, right,” he says as his thumb hooks his pants. He slowly pushes them down, revealing his large cock that’s already erect.
I’m glad that Kit hasn’t run off so I get to see all of him.
It’s only a matter of time before she does.
I hate the vulnerability of having sex with someone while unable to see them, so I’ve often coerced her into staying awake by promising treats, but she’s already yawning and growing bored even if I am very much not.
Torin grabs my legs and drags me closer so my legs are spread around his. When he leans down to kiss me this time, his cock presses against mine. That’s when Kit decides that a nap is in order and falls asleep.
I groan. “No, Kit!”
“You don’t need to see,” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver racing through me. “You only need to feel me.”
His lips press against my neck, kissing a line down it before sucking on the sensitive skin.
It feels so damn good as his lips run teasingly down my neck and his cock rubs against mine.
He trails one hand down my thigh while he slides me closer to the edge of the bed.
I’m unsure why until I feel his lips on my thigh.
He nibbles and kisses my skin as he rests my leg on his shoulder.
Usually, I’m unnerved when I can’t see what a man is doing to me, but this time, it does nothing but excite me as I suddenly feel his breath on my cock. He traces a finger up my length a moment before I feel his breath on the tip.
“Thank you for taking pity on me,” he says before sucking on my balls while grabbing my ass, squeezing it as a wet finger trails down over my hole.
His mouth works its way up to the base of my cock, kissing and sucking up to my tip while his finger swirls around my entrance.
I’ve had men suck me off and finger me at the same time, but there’s something about the way he’s touching me that makes my body light up.
I moan when his mouth envelops the tip of my cock and sinks down just as his finger presses inside me.
“Fuck,” I groan, my fingers digging into the sheets. Another of his fingers joins the first, dragging down my sensitive walls, hitting the spot that makes my pleasure escalate.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…”
Torin bobs up and down on my cock while adding a third finger.
“I need you inside me.”
“Rather impatient for a pity fuck,” he remarks after pulling off my cock, voice full of humor.
“I’m just trying to get you to the good part since I can’t even reach you like this,” I lie.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t want you to have to do any of the work.
I want you to feel only pleasure,” he says, withdrawing his fingers.
He slides a hand up my back and even that feels like ecstasy.
He lifts me, guiding me farther onto the bed before pulling my legs around his waist as I feel his cock brush against mine.
His lips are on my leg that he’s lifted up.
“You sure you want me to fuck you?” he teasingly asks, and I know he’s going to make this difficult for me.
“I don’t want to see you cry, so you might as well.”
He nips my leg before leaning forward, and his cock rubs against me as he whispers in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Then you better get to it,” I say.
Torin huffs out a laugh, and I feel his cock against my ass just before he nudges it against my hole. His cock presses against me, slowly opening me up to accept his width. It’s so thick, but the pressure of it feels so damn good.
I want to grab him, but I feel awkward blindly reaching out to him, so I hesitate. And almost like he knows what I want, he picks up my hand and kisses my palm as he slowly slides into me. And fuck, does he feel amazing. He takes my hand and draws it down my stomach, past my navel.
“My cock is buried deep inside you right here under your fingers, and you’ve only taken half of it.”
“It feels so good,” I whisper as he guides my hand farther down, past my balls before he parts my fingers around the place where his cock is driven deep into my body.
And even though I can’t see what’s happening, I can feel every part of it when he thrusts in, his cock sliding between my fingers as it disappears into me.
I shift my hand up his arm until I reach his back and tug him down for another kiss while he moves inside me.
I moan as his free hand wraps around my cock, squeezing the base before sliding up my length, thumb circling the tip. I feel like I’m wrapped up in bliss unlike anything I ever imagined experiencing.
Every stroke, every thrust just drives me closer and closer to my peak, but I don’t want to come because I don’t want this pleasure to end.
It’s intoxicating, but all too soon my balls grow tight and he strokes me just right, pulling me over the edge as I come into his hand.
He thrusts deep into me before he groans and comes inside me.
My breath comes heavy as he slowly pulls out of me and runs kisses across my chest and up to my lips.
“Fucking hell. I should have pity fucked you earlier,” I realize.
Torin nips my neck before kissing it and when he leans forward, I feel his hard cock press against me.
“What… are you already erect again?”
“I’m a god of love; you can’t possibly think I’d be satisfied after one round.”
“You might not be, but I sure am,” I say.
“Are you?” he asks, his voice almost hypnotizing. And I decide that maybe all of his magic just went to his dick because somehow just by whispering into my ear, he’s making me hard again.
“Nope, no. I’m human and I need a break between rounds. Got it? I’m not just going to pop another boner immediately.”
His finger presses against the tip of my hardening cock. “Aren’t you?”
“Dammit.”
Torin lifts me up so I’m straddling his lap, and I feel his cock brush against my hole as I find myself aching for more. How? Why? What the hell is my body up to?
“We can stop here,” he murmurs before his taunting kiss draws me in deeper. His hands pull my ass cheeks apart as the head of his cock sits just inside my entrance. “Do you want to stop?”
It’s like I’m addicted as I sink down on it. I nearly melt into him at the sensation of him filling me up. I’m even more sensitive than the first time he fucked me, and my cock already aches for attention.
“No. Don’t stop. Fuck me again.”
“As you wish,” he says with clear satisfaction in his voice.