Chapter 31 #3
It’s never been this lasting with anyone. It’s never been this destructively profound.
The pause is fleeting but crucial. They surge into motion again, too distressed to care where they are or if they’ll see daylight again.
Anticipation builds as Sorrow fumbles with Envy’s trousers, her digits trembling to release the closures.
All the while, their eyes remain fastened, clicking into place.
They slide the pants down, freeing his cock. The thick column springs from the vent, high and heavy, topped with a wide head. Veins weave up the foreskin, a darker color shading his crown, the slit leaking cum.
Twin hip bones slant on either side, and his abdomen flexes like a grille, every centimeter sleek apart from several battle scars.
Fates, he’s glorious. It isn’t fair to every other deity on the planet, Sorrow thinks fondly.
However, she isn’t about to gripe, and no way is she going to share him. Not after this.
The feeling appears mutual. Envy’s territorial gaze bolts Sorrow to the ground. She couldn’t flee that look if she wanted to.
Sorrow scoots closer, her heart pounding. Envy seethes, guiding her buttocks forward, his bare erection skating over her slick pussy. When his frenulum etches the swollen flesh of her clit, the god hisses, and she whines, the friction wetting her further.
While he’s entirely naked, her skirt is left, the garment fanning outward.
Under the layers, Envy palms her ass, fitting her drenched slot to the hot roof of his cock.
With her thighs steepling around his pelvis, the crown nudges her walls apart, standing firm against her curls, nocking at her entrance.
Envy sucks air through his nostrils. His molars clench, and his eyes weld to hers.
Sorrow shivers in his embrace. She’s nervous, as if this is their first time.
Because it is. In all the best ways, it’s the first time.
She latches her palms around his nape. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
“My nymph.” He swoops down, scraping his tongue along the trench of her mouth. “You already have.”
And Sorrow falls quicker than a star. The reply comes out like another secret confession, one much older than she could have imagined.
She barely has seconds to react, because Envy braces Sorrow’s ass and lowers her onto him. The descent is slow, disastrous in pace. Her mouth tumbles open along with his, the gradual slide of his dick stretching her pussy, so that she clamps around him.
The sensation of Envy’s cock gliding into her narrow groove robs Sorrow of breath. The broad tip crests and hits a limit. A prolonged groan of satisfaction—of aggravation—tears from them. The combined echo dashes through the grotto and gets snatched by the waterfalls.
Their foreheads meet. Envy’s face constricts like he’s holding back, then his features dissolve into rapture as Sorrow gyrates onto him.
Summoning the utmost restraint, she bobs her hips with a leisurely cadence she doesn’t quite feel.
She wants this fast and hard, but as she’d reminded herself before, they’ve done fast and hard.
With that in mind, she siphons over his cock with furious concentration, turned on by the sight of Envy helpless, powerless as his eyebrows slam together.
Hefting her backside, Envy anchors Sorrow, steering her from the crown to his weighty sac. Every pump smears their arousal together. The up and down slide of her pussy and his cock unfurls a stunned purr from the god.
Then Envy maneuvers with her, synching his waist with her own, his frame undulating as if he’s made of elastic.
His agile muscles hurl into Sorrow, loosening her with finesse, until she’s as flexible as he is.
The stimulation goes to her head like effervescence, fizzing every corner, vertigo taking over.
At last, he demonstrates the extent of his skills. And it’s excruciating, tampering with her restraint.
“Oh, Stars,” she pants, hunching into him. “Oh, my Stars!”
“Shh,” Envy husks like a passionate fiend, nudging his cock deeper. “Relax your pussy. Take it slow and long.”
With every slow drag of his cock, Sorrow weeps in tandem, her nipples skidding over his pecs. Yet she takes his advice and rides each sharp jut of his hips, her thighs splaying farther.
Envy murmurs his approval. Invigorated, he hauls her up and down, fucking into her leisurely. Then he lapses into another groan as her inner muscles clasp him to the base.
Their open mouths rest together, laboring through this, their stomachs belting. With unhurried snaps, he slings in and out, tapping the edges of her walls. Sorrow’s eyes flip to the back of her head, her pussy seeping. It’s too much, too harrowing.
Yet they keep going, maintaining this lagging rhythm. Sweat lathers Envy’s torso, those strong hips splitting Sorrow in half, his grip on her ass unbreakable, the better for her to take the brunt.
His dick probes, spreading her lips. His vehement thrusts reach deeper, higher, yet never speed up. On each lazy swipe of his waist, her sobs fill the grotto, and she drips down to his thighs.
Sorrow’s flesh slickens as though they’ve landed in a sauna. The illusion of heat permeates her blood, the flux converging at the nexus of her body. Ecstatic, she hugs Envy to her, plastering her tits against him, their bodies flush and pumping closer.
This alters the slant of his cock. As does the tightness of her cunt.
Envy’s mouth goes slack, a silent growl hanging off his lips. He watches her through hooded eyes, at her behest.
The vision spurs her on. With a moan, she veers into Envy, urging him backward until his spine hits the moss. And she’s got him. She’s got all of him. This Dark God, who sprawls before her, carved muscles unraveling.
Envy tracks his sexy gaze over her breasts and face. Black pupils eclipse the irises, the fathomless pool reflecting her likeness, as if she’s the only thing that has ever made sense.
Never go easy. Brutalize me. Punish me. Fuck me however you want.
Gladly. Snatching his wrists, Sorrow jams them into the moss, pinning him like a specimen. She angles forward and hovers over Envy, her pussy sloping over his cock.
You always have anyway. Because I’m yours.
Like this, she leisurely rides this god into the constellations. Her thighs clench his waist, her walls cinch his erection to the seat, and she throws her hips back and forth.
As if burned by coals, Envy snaps off the ground, his eyes stapling shut. “Fuck!” he bellows. “Sorrow!”
“Mine,” she gasps. “You’re mine.”
Like an obedient cock, the column bloats, the prow inflating inside her. The increase in size flares her cunt farther, liquid washing out of Sorrow and streaming to his balls.
“Look at me,” Sorrow cries out, bucking onto him. “Watch me fuck you.”
Envy’s gaze tears open. “I’ve never stopped watching you.”
Her chest squeezes. If that’s true, they’ve wasted more time than she thought.
And so, Envy fucks her back. Continuing this slow precision, he lashes his cock upward, spearing into Sorrow. She writhes, careens on his lap, her fingers shackling his wrists. Truly, she almost couldn’t care less whether she comes, so long as he does.
However, it warrants repeating. She almost couldn’t care less.
Sorrow accelerates her tempo, achieving a subtle bounce, shards of pleasure dicing through her.
Her waist flicks at Envy’s cock, thumping and dousing him in her arousal.
When his crown toughens, sparks race up her shins, and her knees dig into the foundation.
With her limbs splayed, the skirt bunches into a mess.
Flattening one forearm along the surface, Envy balances on the opposite elbow. Slanting halfway up, his free hand claims her ass, his grip encouraging her. She gallops above him, their groins punting, meeting halfway.
Envy grins through his moans. He looks proud of her, hot and bothered, and something more. Impassioned. Captivated. Worshipful. That’s why he shoots upright and crooks his hands over the backs of her shoulders, fixing her into position.
Sorrow bleats, “No. Don’t stop—”
“Not happening,” he swears. “But does that mean you like how my cock fucks you? Does it give you pleasure?”
“Yes. Fates, yes!”
“Then don’t move,” he commands. “Not. One. Inch.”
Then he rockets upward. Though they haven’t sped up yet, the repetitive snap of his body renders Sorrow senseless. Her joints collapse, yielding to the impact. Becoming pliable magnifies every slant of his dick, so that she feels it acutely.
Now Sorrow lets herself be ridden. Meanwhile, she clings to him, her fingers diving into his mane, lost in a river of hair.
Stars have pity. The god’s lips wreathe into a naughty I’m-fucking-my-idol smirk. He pistons his cock into Sorrow with such gentle ferocity that a wail builds in her mouth.
“There you go,” he urges. “Take it. Take it from me.”
But she can’t take it from him, can’t take any more of this pandemonium, can’t take it without expiring. She claws at his scalp, needing to come, but he refuses to let up, flinging his cock with destructive slowness.
Wild sobs pour from Sorrow, tangling with his groans. Enough is enough. No matter how affectionate, this is a joint venture.
Matching his movements, Sorrow resumes her own antics, her cunt synchronizing with Envy’s thrusts. On and on.
In the midst of it, their mouths latch into a dire kiss. The instant her tongue strikes his, Envy’s frame shudders. Heaving forward, he reels Sorrow backward, this time fastening her to the moss.
As he does, fresh desire kicks in. He pulls out of her briefly, and they jostle with the remainder of her clothes.
Envy tows her skirt down her legs, then slithers over her, his hips scissoring her thighs wide. After hitching one of her legs over his waist, Envy balls her hand with his and extends their arms above her head. His other palm covers her cheek, and her free hand molds over his taut ass.
“Not done,” he hisses, then pitches his cock again, filling her pussy to the brim.
“Oh!” She arches her breasts into him, the sob tearing from her lips. “Oh, Envy!”
“Right there. Let me in there. Open for me.”
Naked with him, Sorrow hurls herself into Envy, her pussy soaking his flesh. Growling, he renews his efforts, throwing his cock into her. The hot bridge whips Sorrow up and down, the snap of his waist slinging her along the moss.
The traction of his bare skin is a delicious relief. His abs rub her navel, her nipples skate across his pecs, and their pelvises twist. The ceiling blurs as Sorrow and Envy cling, damp and incomprehensible.
Their moans harden. Their tempo quickens.
Envy’s depth turns shallow, his dick probing a spot that wrings a shout from Sorrow. Her hips slant with his, working to reach that zenith, the abrasion inciting a riptide. Envy knows what she likes, and he learns more of what she likes, and he steals it from her, and then he gives it back.
Their fingers lace, then fall apart. He grabs her face, and she grabs his ass.
She could keep this god here forever, but it’s impossible to keep him here forever, because she’s not going to last forever. This is too good. All of it is too good.
And still, it’s scarcely over. Envy’s barreling his cock, spreading her cunt, the sopping clutch of her body tightening around him. His impending orgasm thrills her, an intoxication buzzing through her veins.
A human would have fainted by now. Yet Sorrow’s not far off. When Envy’s base grazes the top of her clit, pleasure bursts from her toes to her skull. The result is inebriating, like she’s drunk on lust.
Or rather, something grander. Maybe passionate sex or poignant fucking.
Both seem right, yet it’s not the whole story. What they’re doing has no definition she can fathom. None that does it justice, blending this much pleasure and pain, an emotional fusion that delivers a warning: They won’t be the same when this is over.
Sorrow is fine with that. For they’ve never left one another’s company without being changed. The effect they have on each other isn’t just magnetic, it’s persevering. This relentless fucking shows no end in sight, which is bliss and its own form of punishment.
Beads of water splatter the rocks. The half-light illuminates their glistening flesh.
Envy growls something against her lips, but she can’t hear the words, because her mind has been reduced to the place where they’re joined. All senses—sight, sound, taste, touch, smell—converge in the merciless spot where her cunt meets his cock.
Once more, their foreheads press. His black pupils consume her, and she can’t get enough of this visual, no more than she can get enough of his body.
This deity whom she’s hated, befriended, fucked.
This god who pumps that long, hard cock deeply into her, his ass flexing with the motions, his face tensing on the cusp of release, holding out as if to say, You first.
The God of Envy, who pleasures everyone and pines for no one. That very god, pleasuring her and pining for her.
Her toes curl. Her knuckles curl.
Sorrow freezes, then ruptures. She cries out, her cunt fluttering around his erection, coming long and loud. Envy roars his own climax, his features clenching, his cock spasming.
Their shouts bulldoze through the grotto. The knot of tension breaks. The muscles of Sorrow’s pussy convulse and spill down his length, and his dick pours into her, fluid streaming from them. Her body contracts with Envy’s, her insides fracturing with his own, the orgasm ripping from their lungs.
In all this time, not once do they look away from each other.
And now she knows what that feels like.