Chapter 8 – Empusa #2
“So, after your night, I bet you’re tired,” he says.
I laugh. “You’re the one who got beat up.”
“Well, I’ve seen my brothers naked enough to suspect a little woman like you might be wishing she got a different kind of pounding tonight.”
I laugh again, and it’s strange. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much in my whole life. Even the sound of me happy is strange to my ears, like the sound belongs to someone else. “Can I be honest with you?”
“I prefer honesty to lies,” he says, again with a teasing note to his voice.
If we weren’t in the dark, I don’t think I could say it, but I force the words out. “I’m kind of tempted by you. You know...if you’re as hot as you say you are.”
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Don’t say that to a virgin. I have hundreds of years of need built up, so you could give me the smallest sign, and I’d be on my knees for you.”
“Your knees?” The words come out husky.
“Double fuck,” he mutters. “Or, any way you want me.”
“Lucas, this is a bad idea, right?” I ask, heart pounding.
“No, this is an amazing, incredible idea,” he practically groans.
I can’t believe I’m considering this. I can’t believe after all I’ve done tonight, I want this man too. But the truth is, I do. And some voice whispers in the back of my mind that if I don’t do this now, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.
My thoughts spin to my life so far, and it’s strange how lonely I’ve been.
I always thought I was alone but not lonely, but now that notion feels like a lie I’ve told myself so many times that I almost believed it was true.
And after tonight, I know that I’m going to run as far and as fast from these men as I can get because they feed my demon side in a way they shouldn’t.
So, it’s now or never.
I release the breath I’ve been holding and slowly trail my hand up his thigh, hesitate, then grasp his cock.
A groan slips from his lips, but he doesn’t say a word.
I start to work him through his jeans, loving the way his erection grows.
Before tonight, I’d seen a few men naked, but that was different.
Seeing chained prisoners dragged through the halls of the Underworld isn’t exactly hot.
But after touching these gargoyles, after tasting them, I’m excited by the feel of a man’s hard cock.
Undoing his jeans, I pull him free and listen to the way he pants, feeling myself strangely turned on by his reaction. I lean down, take him in my mouth, and suck.
“Fucking hell!” he gasps. One of his hands falls lightly on the back of my head, and I bob on him, taking him in and out. I want to taste him, as I’d tasted the phoenix.
I cup his balls, rolling them in my hand, and his breathing comes in and out faster and faster. My nipples are hard beneath my shirt, almost painful inside of my bra, and I keep shifting my legs, feeling myself swollen and wanting.
“Okay, you better stop,” he pants out. “I’m going to come.”
Only, I want him to go. I want to taste him. I want to feel him.
Pulling back from his dick, I whisper against his tip, “So come.”
I follow my words up by licking the top of his cock, and then I take him deep into my mouth. His tip hits the back of my throat, and I make a noise around him. The hand in my hair tightens, and then he gently begins to guide me up and down and up and down until every muscle in his body tenses.
And he comes.
Oh, fucking hell. I’d heard women say this was unpleasant. I’d heard women talk. But this is nothing like that. He tastes sweet and salty and like a snack I want to have over and over again. He continues to pump me up and down on his cock, and I devour him until he collapses back.
Then, I lick him clean and pull away, panting against the wall of the cave.
I feel so hot and ready, I don’t even know what to do with myself. My hand slips down to the space between my legs, and I almost touch myself, when his hand falls over mine. “Can I?”
What woman would refuse that? “Please.”
He slips his hands into my pants. He seems unsure at first when he touches me, but then he grows more confident. His fingers stroke and play with my folds in a way that has my legs twitching and my entire body wound so tight that I feel like a spring about to snap.
At last, I say, “I want…I want your cock inside of me.”
I don’t even know what’s happening when he stands, but I can hear him. Undressing. And then, he helps undress me too.
There’s a distant thought that a cyclops might come to eat us and find us fucking, but the thought fades when he picks me up and pushes me against the wall of the cave.
HIs cock is hard, and I help guide him into me.
It feels so good I know I’m going to lose my mind.
He’s long and thick and exactly what my body wants.
The fit is tight, ridiculously tight, even though I’m wet and ready.
I don’t go as slow as I had before. I push myself down on top of him, and our strangled cries of pleasure come at the same time.
And then, we begin to fuck each other. It isn’t a slow exploration. It’s a hard and fast race to the finish line, where we both know we’ll be winners.
He kisses my lips, sucks on my neck, and then takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I ride him hard, harder than I ever thought possible, and find myself chanting his name as I go crashing over the edge.
He’s there a second later, coming inside of me, filling me with his hot seed. And the knowledge only makes my own orgasm better, stretching it out and out until I think I’m going to pass out.
I’m panting, holding him close, when I hear a sound outside the cave.
He sets me down, and we both scramble, throwing on our clothes in the darkness. When we’re dressed, neither of us says a word. He takes my hand, and we creep toward the entrance of the cave.
“Lucas?” I hear Rokad shout into the darkness.
“Yeah!” the gargoyle beside me shouts back, and we rush faster to our freedom.
“Hurry up! We found its cave, just a little ways from here, and the kids are inside.”
When we come out into the night, every man I’d ever slept with in my life is there, staring at me. I feel strangely vulnerable. I’m sure my hair is a mess, and my lips feel swollen. Not only that, but I’m still wet, and the after-effects of my orgasms are still rolling through me.
“Em?” Rokad finally manages, sounding shocked.
I manage to find my voice. “What are we waiting for? We have a monster to kill.”