Chapter Twenty-Four
Ambrosia
I was raw and aching when Kull pulled himself away. The heat simmered within me, and I felt the aftermath of his ejaculation. My mouth hung open and I groaned deeply, wanting more and more but also wondering if there was a limit to how much I could take. These men were hot and rough, manhandling me without a second thought. Kull had played me like an instrument and conjured a sweet tune from me, but I was still simmering with passion and my heart was racing. I gulped in air, but it never seemed to be enough.
It didn’t help that I was close to Typhon. My body lay upon him like a blanket. He caressed my head and pulled strands of hair away from my face. He stroked my cheeks with the outside of his fingers and then ran them along my lips. His body was primed for arousal. It ran through every part of him and was most intensely located in his thick cock. It lay against his thigh like a resting python. Heat simmered from it, and I groaned as I tilted my head up, eager to taste it again. I licked up and down his shaft and caught the tip in between my lips, kissing it softly. I closed my eyes, feeling as though I was a conduit of pleasure between him and Kull, a vessel through which I could transfer some of this energy.
Typhon pulled me up to kiss me. He placed his hand around the back of my head and gathered a fistful of hair. I pressed myself right up against his body, all of my soft curves melting into his hard muscles, as though we filled in the gaps that each other possessed. His hands ran down my spine and along my curves. My breasts were pressed close against him. Our legs entwined and I reached down, taking him in my hand again. He was still rock hard, brimming, ready to overflow. I could feel it tensing within him, all locked in and ready to be unleashed, just as Kull had released himself within me. I was just about aware of Kull slipping back and sliding into the water. That wasn’t to be my fate just yet.
Typhon guided me over him and our intimate areas met. He pressed against my throbbing heat and my body allowed him entry. I collapsed over him, and it was as though he entered every pore of my body. There was no part of me that was left untouched by his potent, masculine sexuality. My entire body groaned as I felt him enter me. I was still raw from where Kull had fucked me, and here I was giving my body more, gluttonous for sex, as though I was somehow making up for all the misadventures that I had ignored in my youth. I was filled with a sense of wild abandon as Typhon’s hands spread over my back, holding me close to him. At the same time, he thrust his hips powerfully, sending everything shooting inside me. The world spun and spots danced at the corners of my vision, so vivid that I couldn’t separate them from the stars. I loved the feeling of him being everywhere inside me, stimulating all the parts that had just been pushed to their limits by Kull. Some of it was just too much but I was beyond the point where I could tell pain from pleasure. All the sensations blurred into one overarching sense of euphoria that made it impossible to distinguish between the different elements of the world. It all seemed to blur together, the ground and the air, sight and sound, light and dark, Typhon and Kull. I was utterly and hopelessly lost, becoming this creature of lust and passion, far removed from the prim psychiatrist that sat in a chair all day and analyzed problems, reducing them to logic and rationality, forgetting that sometimes there needed to be an element of chaos in the world because it made things exciting.
I buried myself in the crook of his neck, dragging my lips across the surface of his skin, feeling his taste swimming over my tongue. His fingers pressed into me, and I rode the undulating tide of his body for as long as it lasted. I lost track of all the orgasms I had been blessed with. Between Typhon and Kull, they had been endless, flowing from one to the other. In fact, while we made love it may as well have been one long, epic orgasm that lasted the entire duration of when our bodies were locked together. The pleasure ribboned in the depths of my body, coating the inside of my soul, before flowing out between my thighs. My body simmered with Typhon’s. A fire sparked between us, created by the friction. Our bodies may as well have been kindling and it felt as though we were going to be consumed by the heat. I kissed him madly as he gave into the tempo of his passion. Our bodies rocked and the world spun around us. It felt as though everything was being shaken by a huge quake, but Typhon was the source of it all.
His hips moved like pistons, and he clawed at me as we fucked. I whispered in his ear, biting his ear lobe and grazing my teeth along his neck and cheek, before nipping his lower lip, urging him on, begging for more, imploring him to give me everything he had.
I could feel it surging within him. It was making every part of him tremble and shake. It was too much for him to handle and if he held it inside any longer then he might have spontaneously combusted. The only recourse he had was to release it and I wanted it. I wanted all the heat and passion. I wanted to feel how much desire he had for me. Yes, I was greedy, damn it, but didn’t I have a right to be? All my life I had seen how men desired me, how they leered at me, how so many thought they had a free pass just because I was a woman. Even my professors, even the kind ones, took a chance as well, believing that their position of power meant it was easy for them to get a leg up on the competition, and a leg over me. There were patients who ogled me as well and tried to use the sessions to engender a sense of attraction between us, a line I would never have crossed.
Everyone felt entitled and so I had guarded myself carefully. I had prevented myself from becoming a victim to them and giving myself to them simply because they had begged and begged relentlessly, wearing down my resolve. No, I had been cautious, and perhaps I had even pushed away some men that were genuine and not driven by a sense of conquest, but it was all in the name of maintaining boundaries and a level of self-control. I had deprived myself of so much and now it was my turn to indulge my wildest impulses. It was my turn to take the power and enjoy whatever I wanted to enjoy and by God I was going to enjoy it. I lost myself in Typhon and in the throes of orgasm as he shuddered inside me, the pulsing heat spurting out and filling me up, just as Kull had. I was groggy and drained, and I slipped off him, my entire body sparkling and throbbing. I smiled and staggered back. It felt as though steam was pouring off me and I was moments away from burning up completely.
So, I did the only sane thing. I hopped off the bank and dove into the water, straight into Kull’s arms. I beckoned for Typhon to join us. He was still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm, but he managed to push himself up and ran into the water, jumping in and splashing us with the spray from his impact. I screamed with delight as I took him into my arms. I turned between them both, wanting to enjoy them as much as I could because in the back of my mind I couldn’t escape this thought of war. I had no idea how long this happiness was going to last, or even if we were going to escape with our lives. I swam towards the waterfall, allowing them to chase me and I lost myself in the hazy mist created as the water hit the lake. As I looked into their eyes, I wondered if Typhon and Kull were thinking the same as me. Were they also trying to ignore the inevitable, or were they unconcerned about the threat of war? They had been born for it after all.