Chapter 10
TEN
Nothing happened.
My warrior was still just a figurine.
Rolling my eyes, I placed him back down on the counter. Did I really expect anything else? I appraised his naked form. His perfectly sculpted dick. What a shame for it to go to waste.
Maybe he needed to be licked harder? Like a lollipop.
“Just get in the shower, Victoria,” I told myself.
But then, my warrior began to vibrate. His little body rocked back and forth—a buzzing noise emanating from inside him. Just like my dildo but louder, greedier for my attention. Well, he had all my attention now.
The figurine started to grow.
My jaw dropped.
The warrior lengthened and widened. Lengthened and widened. Lengthened and widened—until I had to cock my head back just to look into his eyes.
I stood there, panting so hard my heart could have given out. There was a full-grown toy man inside my bathroom.
How could this be? What sort of strange mechanics could make something like this possible?
Besides his mannequin-like stance, there was nothing toyish about him.
He looked so real. His chest was broad and hairless, covered in beautiful markings from an ancient world.
His abs were taut and the V at the base of his torso led to the thickest dick I’d ever laid eyes on in real life.
It was semi-hard, and I had to fight the urge to take it in my grasp just to see how it felt.
But why should I hold myself back? This toy was mine, wasn’t it? He had supposedly “chosen me.” The reviews on the website had been stellar. I guess I could see why if all the figurines were as beautiful as my warrior.
I reached for him but stopped. I knew it was ridiculous, but I also knew what it felt like to be someone’s possession. The thought of grabbing this big, beautiful dick without the warrior’s permission, without knowing this was what he wanted, felt wrong.
My hands fell at my sides.
Touch me, Victoria. Please.
I blinked up at him. “How are you talking?”
His lips didn’t move. My eyes flicked to the foggy mirror which offered me a glimpse of his beautiful backside. I didn’t see a speaker or voice box there.
I want you to touch me, Victoria, he purred. Feel my cock. I know you want to.
There was no explaining how that artist could have created this giant growing toy, but I was beyond trying to understand. I wanted to feel his soft skin on my palms. He wanted me to feel him. That was all the permission I needed.
Timidly, I sauntered through the mist filling the bathroom.
The shower water hissed against the tile.
But I didn’t hear it. I didn’t smell the fruity soap.
Or feel the heat nipping at my cheeks. All my attention was zeroed in on him.
The pads of my fingers grazed over the tip of his dick.
His cock twitched before growing harder.
My eyes widened. “Can you actually move?”
Do you want me to?
“I do.”
I wrapped both hands around the shaft and squeezed.
A soft groan filled my ears. My clit swelled as I stroked him.
His dick grew harder with each rise and fall, and a giddy thrill ran through me.
Look what my hands alone could do. Imagine how hard my mouth would make him.
I got down on my knees and licked him like a lollipop.
I took his head in my mouth and swirled my tongue across his hole.
Fuck, Victoria, he groaned. Fuck, you feel so good.
His body shifted, deepening inside my mouth. I took him in. His moans alone made me want to taste him in the back of my throat.
“Wait, my queen.” A hand grazed over my hair. My eyes shot up, and I met my warrior’s heated gaze. A rosy flush peeked through his brown skin. He smiled.
His lips actually moved. I yelped and scrambled back, my very naked ass thumping into the shower door. He’s real?
“Hello, Victoria, my queen.”
His voice, his smile, his sexy dick, it all stirred me into a frenzy.
I took hold of the base of his shaft, ready to give him the head of his life, but he gently pulled out of my mouth.
I pouted as he dropped to one knee. His long hair fell over his shoulders and curtained between us, but his eyes never left mine.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
“My name is Ollin,” he said. “I have fought through death and time to meet you here, Victoria.”
I gaped at him in wonder. “Did my friends put you and the artist up to this? Like . . . is this something they paid for?”
He smiled warmly. “Our meeting was orchestrated by the goddesses.”
I giggled. I always did that when I was too overwhelmed to say anything rational. Alanzo hated it. Which made me hate that about myself in return. But Ollin simply looked at me with understanding.
“Why would the goddesses bring you to me? Doesn’t seem like something they’d care about.”
“Nonsense. Your needs matter.”
Tell that to my ex.
“I was alive once, long ago. I served my Queen regnant, Tlapalizquixochtzin, until the bitter end. I fought through fire and flame, through hundreds of men to keep her safe from the colonizers. As we lay dying, she made me vow to her that I would come back to this world, if given a chance, that I would stand and fight for another woman until she reclaimed her own power.” He placed his hand on my arm.
Lust tore through me. “The universe has given me that chance. It is your time to reclaim your power, Victoria Lopez.”
I balked. “My power?”
“There is nothing greater than a woman who believes in herself. A woman who knows what she is worth. Tonight, I will remind you that your voice, your desires, your wants should never be diminished. I am here to make you believe in your prowess, my queen.”
“And how will you do that?”
“By making you come.”
My jaw dropped.
Maybe this was all some wildly vivid dream.
Maybe I’d fallen and cracked my head, and I was passed out.
Whatever the case, I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go.
I’d had his dick in my hands, in my mouth, I knew how smooth and delicious it was.
I wanted to know how it felt thrust deep inside me.
Reborn warrior, toy, or whatever the hell he was. I wanted him to fuck me sideways.
“What should we do first, Ollin?”
His eyes bore into me, practically fucking me already. “Whatever you wish. You are wholly in charge, my queen.”
Whatever I wished? For the first time in twenty-four years, someone wanted me to do whatever I wanted. I gulped. What did I want?
Still on his knees, Ollin watched me. Waited for me. His tongue moistened his lips. I smirked. I knew exactly what that tongue could do.
Pretending as if I were as queenly as he believed me to be, I stood. I walked around him and popped myself onto the vanity counter. “I want you to taste me.” I spread myself wide for him.
He crawled to me like the jaguar stitched on his discarded loincloth. A low growl emanated from his throat. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I first saw you. And when you dressed before me earlier tonight, and you were teasing me with those lacy underthings, I almost went mad with hunger for you.”
My cheeks flamed. I should be horrified. But I was too busy panting with anticipation.
Ollin’s large and calloused fingers glided up my ankles, over my calves and thighs.
I was throbbing for him. One of his thumbs grazed over my clit, and I gasped.
For the last few years, I had wondered what it would be like when someone new touched me.
I wondered if it would feel awkward or wrong or if it would blow my mind.
He rubbed against my most sensitive spot.
His other hand clenched around my breast and squeezed.
I bucked into his grasp.
I guess I found my answer. My mind and body were officially blown.
“Yes,” he whispered into my delicate flesh. “I want you to see the stars tonight, for you shine brighter than they.”
His tongue slid up my folds.
I clamped my lips together to seal in my shocked cry. I grabbed his hair and spread my legs wider, opening for him so he could devour every part of me.
“How is this real?” I gasped.
His hands tugged and pinched my nipples while his tongue flicked over my clit. My bud swelled. My entire body flexed.
“That’s it, my queen. Come for me. Let yourself be free.”
Two fingers thrust into me while his thumb and tongue worked me in other places. I gritted my teeth. I only knew how to be quiet during sex.
“You’re holding back. I can sense it. Scream if you want. Do whatever you desire. You deserve this. You need this.”
He was absolutely right.
And as he continued banging me with his mouth and fingers, I came. I came so hard and for so long that I truly did see the stars.