26. Call Me Narcissus #2
“Well…” He pulled a new vial from the organizer.
This one had a hazy purple liquid inside that looked like someone had dropped a glitter bomb into.
It glistened like pure magic, a vibrantly beautiful hue that piqued my interest. “I’ve been trying to promote reproduction with Humans, since birth rates are so low, but I can’t find a balanced in hormone levels.
I’ve only tested this on another couple, who said they didn’t feel much, so I amped up the dosage. ”
“You just want an excuse to fuck me,” I accused, though I was far from complaining.
His eyes shifted to hunger. “While I’ll take any chance I can get, I am quite serious about this experiment. I figured, if it was too much, that it would be better to test it with someone I trust rather than some unsuspecting couple.”
“You drinking it, too?” I coughed.
“Of course. I wouldn’t make you try it alone,” he answered immediately.
I took the vial and eyed the liquid before sighing deeply and throwing my head back.
The liquid inside tasted like cotton candy, surprisingly, and went down smooth.
I sipped until half was left, then handed him the rest of the vial.
“Bottoms up,” I declared before pouring it into his mouth.
He sipped it eagerly, and once we finished it off, we stood there for a moment and waited, acting like we were moments from explosion. “You feel any different?” I asked.
“Nope,” he popped.
“Ah heh.” I unwound his arms and moved to the lavish bed. “I’m gonna lay down while you mess with your experiments. A nap under the afternoon sun seems like a lovely idea.”
“Please do. I’ll wake you up when Seraphine brings her lot.”
I changed back to my normal form and began stripping clothes away, as I usually slept in my underwear, and wasn’t changing that habit.
Odysseus busied himself with whatever concoction he had been tending to prior to our meeting up and sat crisscross on a chair as he tinkered away.
As I went to climb into the bed, the feeling of the silk sheets between my fingertips sent an odd flush of warmth and lust through my stomach.
I pressed a hand to it to try to settle myself, as I hadn’t felt something like this before.
When I turned around to Odysseus he was staring at me blankly, his eyes glossed over. His lips were parted, and he let his tongue slide through them to glide it across his bottom one. I brought the silk sheet up over my body slightly. “What are you staring at me like that for?” I shyly mumbled.
“Dunno…” he replied, zombie-like.
Whatever was taking hold of him abruptly ensnared me.
A violent rush of desire that made my mouth swell with saliva.
I turned back to him over my shoulder, and for a solitary moment, we eyed on another vacantly.
In the next he was across the room, his tongue tangling with mine, and his hands tearing the sheets from my own.
I threw my arms around his neck and clung to his hair, moving my mouth against his with a desperation that I had never felt before.
He hoisted me up to pin my legs to his waist while he used his free hand to drag his nails down my back.
The sensation made goosebumps rise along my skin and my need for him to grow even more aggressive.
For a brief moment he opened his eyes, just to see where he wanted to move us next, and I realized then that his were pure gold.
That was peculiar considering we never utilized our Elemental forms during sex, but I figured I could let it go for now.
He threw the sheets flat across the bed before pinning me down to them, locking one hand around my neck while the other held my wrists above my head.
I flinched with desire from how he held me down, and as soon as my body reacted to his gesture, his slick smile grew wide.
Without a word he began to move down my body, biting and licking every inch of me that he could as he moved between my legs.
Each bite left his teeth marks in my skin, and I was glad for it, too.
He bit me through my underwear, and when I let out a squeak, he did it again, a low moan sitting in the back of his throat.
The sound alone could have pushed me over the edge, but he was insistent that I let him have his fun, so I swallowed the urge and focused on anything other than exploding in his face…
not that I thought he’d mind or anything.
His hot breaths tickled my penis as his tongue and mouth worshipped me, all while he kept that tight grip on my neck and wrists.
I was usually pretty confident and outspoken outside of the bedroom, so letting someone dominate me like this was…
thrilling. I liked that he had control over me, that he could make or break me if he wanted, and I could do nothing but accept his advances.
I knew, of course, that I could stop him at any time, but why ruin the fun we were both obviously having?
“You’re trembling,” he pointed out, taking a moment to catch his breath.
“S-Sorry…” I stammered back, biting down on my lip hard. I was trembling because I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm my body had ever experienced, and he was stringing me along at this point.
He put the pieces together and pressed his tongue against my penis. “Since you can’t hold back… let it out.”
“Mph, Odysseus…!” I warned.
He left his tongue where it was, his eyes dead set on my expression. “Do you need more to get you there?”
“M-More?” I peeped.
He let go of my hands, but before he did, he conjured a string of sunlight that he used like a rope to wrap around my wrists.
I gulped when his now free hand traveled down my body; he made sure I felt every stroke of his long fingers as they wandered to where he pleased.
He pushed my legs back enough that he could fully tug my underwear off, and once I was naked, he pressed two fingertips underneath me. “Since you’re being so needy…”
“Wait, wait!” The moment he slid them inside of me, my body completely succumbed.
I came so hard that I pulled a muscle in my lower back, but luckily, that didn’t ruin my experience.
He was slightly startled by the outburst, but kept himself in place, through he did curl his fingers repeatedly to coax every bit of pleasure that he could out of me.
My pants clouded the room as I fell back into the sheets, sweat spilling down my cheeks and the tip of my nose.
“You asshole…” I huffed out. He chuckled darkly and brought his tongue back in his mouth, swallowed, then licked his lips, satisfied with himself to the max. “You’re such a pervert…” I added.
“Maybe so.” He shifted upright to take hold of my waist. “You’re not tapping out on me already, are you?”
“Hardly,” I scoffed, flashing him a scandalous grin.
He matched the gesture and flipped me around, taking the ends of the ‘rope’ he had summoned and tying them to the bed post. He pulled me up on my knees slightly, so my back was arched, then buried his hand in my hair until he had a good grip on me.
At the same time, he clenched down on my hair and thrust into me, and both sensations made a yelp burst from me.
The sound made him repeat the same dark laugh from before as he pulled out slightly, then moved into me fully so I would yelp again.
My heart was pounding crazily as I gripped at the bedpost for some stability, as I needed something to center myself.
His grip on my hair traveled down to my neck again, which he locked his fingers around as he laid over me, pressing his lips to my ear.
“You are mine, Nicodemus Crawford. No one else is allowed to touch you; not while I’m still alive. ”
“Y-Yes…”
“Yes, what?” he growled, biting my ear. He kept his lips around it as he waited for me to answer him.
“Y-Yes… sir…” I managed to get out.
“I never thought you’d be this… submissive.” He held himself in place for a minute so I could feel every inch of him. “I like this side of you. We should explore it more thoroughly.”
“What did you… put in that fucking serum?” I managed to bubble out.
He reached underneath me to start rubbing me, moving at a smooth and steady pace that made my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Just a few aphrodisiacs… things that get all the right things pumping in your body.” His mouth moved down my neck and across my shoulders, where he delivered those deep and sexy bites again. “I could eat you up…”
“I think you’re trying to!” I exclaimed, which made him burst into laughter.
He tilted my face up to turn it so he could lock our lips. “Be a good boy and make those wonderful sounds again. They’re really turning me on.”
“Gods…” I groaned out at his corny comment, but he thought I said it out of pleasure, so he went back to rhythmically moving in and out of me.
I lost myself in that rhythm and let my face fall into the bed, so I could bite down on the sheets.
In the reflection of a mirror on the nightstand, I noticed my eyes were swirling black pits, stuck in their Elemental form the way his were.
I was going to comment on this, but Odysseus moved just right, and that made me scream his name and lose myself to the act itself.