Chapter 16 #2
Ditto. This god might be right, providing they push this as much as possible.
And yet. Sorrow’s moans hang by a thread, and Envy appears just as unhinged. For all their determination to see this through, they might wreck one another before reaching the finish line.
Envy’s sculpted body is a monolith. Condescension races across his burnished skin, the cobbled muscles rippling. Broad pecs. Dusky nipples. Stacked abs. His dark mane pours down his shoulders like velvet, one of his favorite textiles.
Shit. The vision makes it more difficult to resist outright fucking instead of partial fucking.
Sorrow can’t say who takes the initiative.
Either way, her head flings back, strands of hair dashing down her back.
Her spine coils into an arch, her glistening body surfacing from the pool and craning toward the branches.
Exposed and splayed around Envy’s waist, she clasps his nape, riding the agile slope of his cock.
In this position, with her figure bowing from the water, Envy has an unhampered view. His dick, sliding along her cleft. Her pussy, dripping down to his sac. The sight unleashes a heavy snarl from his chest, his hips snapping gently, jolting her into the air.
Muttering an oath, he bows into her. And the clamp of his lips seals around one tight nipple.
Sorrow chants a shitload of noise. The clamor of sensation attacks her on all fronts, his mouth cinching around the kernel and tugging. His drone vibrates against her flesh, sucking her deeply, his tongue licking the peek.
This goes on, and on, and on. All the while, his waist doesn’t let up, probing back and forth.
At length, Envy transfers his mouth to the other breast, fusing his hungry mouth to the other waiting nipple. Every indulgent pull yanks a weepy noise from Sorrow, the volume increasing, the cascades swallowing it whole.
Envy swabs her nipple raw, cursing into the bud, lapping on her. Sorrow’s fingernails bite into his neck, cleaving until the god hisses in delight, blood rising from where she’s broken skin.
And well, it’s the least a Dark God can handle. Certainly more than she’s handling the deft slides of his tongue.
The need for added friction overtakes her. Spread apart, with both knees outstretched, Sorrow plants her cunt against Envy’s abdomen. Braced there, she punts herself into him, her soaked center rapping over his torso, smearing her arousal on his flesh.
The god pries his mouth from her nipple and seethes, “Fucking hell.”
Then he lugs Sorrow forward with a speed that defies immortal logic. Her breasts smash into him, one palm returning to her ass, the other shackling her skull in place. Wrenching her limbs wider, Envy moors Sorrow to his lap and slings his cock until she’s writhing.
His eyes pin her down, their foreheads nailing to each other, mouths ajar. His groans drench Sorrow more, open her more. As a result, disorderly noises stumble from her vocal cords.
He’s always been an expert at this, chipping through her like a thin layer of ice.
But at some point, between their previous dalliances and now, he’s gotten even better, if that’s remotely plausible.
Either that, or she has no excuse for the desperate moans expelling from her lungs, toppling over the precipice of her tongue one after the other, as if on a conveyor belt.
Envy humps Sorrow to within an inch of her sanity. And it’s so monstrously good, she’s quaking from head to toe.
Her eyes flutter, threatening to seal shut. Catching that, Envy utters feral noise.
“No,” he rasps, snaring her jaw with one hand while squeezing her naked ass with the other. “Eyes on me, Nymph. See who’s wetting your pussy. Watch how much he hates you back.”
Despite the context, this god makes the demand sound erotic, the opposite of its literal implication. Sorrow is in no mood to think straight. Yet in the midst of chaos, the command works as efficiently as a mechanism.
Sorrow’s torn between violating his order and welding her vision closed, blocking out this vain deity or satisfying his wish. Struggling past the pulsation in her cunt, she gets her ass in gear and settles on a compromise, much like a bargaining chip.
She wavers, procrastinating her decision to the point where a barbarous noise vacates Envy’s lungs. This reminds him that no one tells this goddess what to do. Once that becomes clear, the reality creases his features with need, only then does Sorrow obey.
Naturally with another twist. Meeting his avid gaze, Sorrow swivels into motion. Using the trunk for leverage, she matches his grip on her backside, actively taking part. Her waist contracts, laboring in concert to his hands, shearing her cunt up and down.
A strangled sound carves a path from Envy’s lips. His pupils dilate, the golden brown of his irises disappearing like a magic trick. That glorious, godly cock distends past the brink, the head swelling to full capacity, so that Sorrow feels the tip toughening, the veins blowing up.
Countless deities have had this male. Yet the destitute expression slicing across his features is another type of pleasure, the discovery that she’s making him feel something he hasn’t in three thousand years.
Fueled by the knowledge, Sorrow chases that wave, riding the outer edges of his bare cock. He’s not inside her, and she’s not about to let it go that far, but it doesn’t need to. The magnitude is equally destructive, just as dire.
Envy’s devious lips slant. He does enjoy being taken advantage of, as much as he fancies playing the possessive lover.
Simulating the act of fucking, they charge into it. Screw tomorrow. Screw the rules. And screw him hard.
Envy growls, lashing his hips. Sorrow grunts, vaulting her waist up and down.
She bounds onto him, and he launches against her, tails of water spritzing about. Steam climbs from the surface, coating Envy’s muscles in a brilliant sheen, his abdomen contorting. Droplets drizzle down the vent between her tits, the nipples ruching, aching.
Envy’s thrashing cock flings her thighs apart, tearing her whines to shreds, peeling back the last vestiges of rationale.
Blood courses through Sorrow, surging to the narrow rift between her legs, arousal sopping from her cunt and running down Envy’s solid flesh.
With a shout, her body flies into movement, landing on his lap and whipping forward this time.
The pride god husks, giving as much as she takes. They go on like this, baiting one another, battering into one another. Riled up and fed up, they establish one more common ground on which to spar, attempting to outdo the other, to make the other come first.
So help her. Sorrow has lost too often to this male. Mere days from potential death, she will not lose this time.
In short, Sorrow doesn’t simply turn the tables. She fucking capsizes them.
Sorrow pitches her knees, hooks her calves over his shoulder, and rides his waist like a goddess. Tireless, she bucks into him, pelting the outer ledge of his cock. With each grind of her pussy, she wipes that smug-ass grin from his mouth, then wipes the metaphorical floor with him.
Envy’s groans twist into knots. The sort he’ll never be able to untangle. The kind he’ll remember. Because by Fates, she won’t let him forget this, how she owned him once.
His dick lifts higher, the head thickening. She pictures cum leaking from the line in his crown, mixing with her arousal.
And she can’t. She just can’t take it.
Crying out, Sorrow swivels her cunt quicker. Envy’s eyes tense, and his balls tense against her pussy, a surefire sign he’s about to come.
Always, he’s demanded she climax first. Not this fucking time. She doesn’t need him doing her any extra favors.
His features constrict, teeth clenching, gaze trapped within hers. And it’s all she can do not to bite his lower lip. So she doesn’t bother resisting.
Bending forward, Sorrow snares her incisors into his flesh. She nips until he growls, the salty taste of blood washing across their palates. Dragging her tongue along the wound, she bobs her cunt fast and sighs at the flavor.
The tidal wave crests. That’s when he shatters like a cliff.
Envy throws back his head and howls to the trees, his dick spasming, cum shooting along her aching clit. Sorrow watches him, watches the orgasm rip his perfect face to bits.
The sight makes her come seconds later. Her cunt seizes up, then convulses like a tsunami, shouts tearing from her lungs. Sorrow’s thighs shudder, slickness gushing from her slit and coating Envy’s twitching cock. Their bodies go wild, hearts pumping like engines, their hips slamming together.
Her pussy contracts, latching to the edge of his cock, feeling every shake. Clinging like film, Envy roars, and Sorrow screams, the sounds combative.
Deities last a while. As such, they holler until they have no voices left, and there’s nothing more to say.