Chapter 29 Cas
CAS
Skittish, with the look of a beast about to bolt, Silver stared at me with widening eyes as I went to my knees, gently spreading her thighs apart.
I moved slow, giving her plenty of time to tell me to fuck off.
She didn’t.
“You remember your signals, don’t you, doll?” I checked.
She nodded once, slightly, reluctantly, like she’d much rather not react at all.
“Good girl. Now, I feast.”
I dragged her hips close to the edge of her seat and lowered her pants past her hips, her arse, until they reached her knees. Good enough. Lifting them up, I looped them around my shoulders and pressed my mouth to her center.
She whimpered as I started to work, my tongue seeking her clit first, and flicking it, left, right, left, right. She hissed, her muscles tightening, and I rewarded her by sucking at the sensitive nub. This earned me the first moan, though given reluctantly. Not the last.
Next I explored her folds, up and down, changing the rhythm I set by seeking the clit again, sucking, nipping, flicking relentlessly.
I could tell she couldn’t help herself, instinctively seeking my shoulders, clinging to them as I devoured her.
“Oh, by the gods,” she whimpered.
I smiled against her cunt. “We’re the only gods here.”
Her fingers flew from my shoulders to my hair, fisting it as her thighs closed around my face, keeping me right where she wanted me.
I never gave her a moment to recover, and she panted, moaning, swearing.
Her orgasm hit her suddenly, drenching my mouth with heat.
By her expression, racing from shock to flushed embarrassment, I could tell she wasn’t used to coming in fifteen minutes, which was a rather pathetic account of the performance of whatever lovers she’d had before.
She breathed hard, half collapsed against her chair, so boneless she let me gather her and lower her to my level on the floor. I dragged her bare hips to my crotch and freed my cock, running the bare, hard length up and down her soaking folds, teasing both of us.
Too spent at first, she let me, but within minutes, she was swaying her hips up and down, rubbing herself from the tip to base. I pressed hard at her entrance but never moved past it, letting her align herself and sink onto me when she couldn’t take any more of my teasing.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I didn’t know how many cunts I’d entered, let alone the millions the former Ares likely fucked in his time, but I was certain none had ever been so fucking tight, hot, or wets.
Her walls were an unrelenting vise, soft as velvet, sucking me in harder than a vacuum.
I might have taken a moment to adjust, but Silver moved over me, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
I refused to take any responsibility for the wild need that suddenly turned me from a civilized sort of creature into a beast who didn’t understand anything except the need to fuck, hard.
I plowed into her from underneath, groaning, grunting as I sat up, tearing at her clothes to reach her heavy tits and bring them into my mouth.
Nothing in the world mattered as much as continuing to thrust into her, again and again. Everything else was distractions. My priorities for the rest of time seemed to realign themselves.
The old Ares was Aphrodite’s lover for night each millennium, and never had he felt his raw, imperious demanding craving for more, more, more.
I moved over her, laying her down to the floor in order to take control, sinking deeper, harder, faster, and Silver only repeated her demands.
I was too busy licking her nipples and satisfying my visceral need to link us in this unending dance to see her move until her mouth was against my shoulder, biting hard. The crazy wild thing drew golden blood.
I growled. “Yes, take it. Take what you need.”
I certainly was.
Silver threw her head back, golden blood on her lips and she mewled, her cunt gripping impossibly tighter, lifting to meet me at every desperate thrust. That was the only warning I got before she came again, this time around me.
I thought she’d been tight, but now her walls strangled me, leaving me cross-eyed as I spent myself inside her, never slowing down and stopping my desperate thrusts.
My cock either stayed hard or got hard again in split seconds, and I kept fucking her, the ribald screams and slapping of flesh on flesh so loud I suspected the neighbors might call the Guard on us.
That didn’t stop me. Nothing did. Not the second, third, or fifth time I took her, sideways, from the back, upside down one last time, until we both collapsed on the floor.
I woke up first, slightly amused by the fact that after all that, neither of us were naked. My pants were around my ankles, hers hung on one leg, her top torn off and gaping loose. I gathered her sleeping form in my arms and carried her to her bedroom. We’d never made it there overnight.
She stayed asleep through it all.
I made myself leave her to it, and while I could think of other ways to use up my energy, I put my pants back on and set out for my morning jog.
“Come on, girl.”
Amavi reached my hips this morning. She certainly needed the exercise, too.
I ran to the gates of Athena, then out of the city, speeding up once I reached the grove.
The hound was clearly glad to stretch her legs, and I rather liked the mountains surrounding the sleeping city.
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