Chapter 36
Envy
The next thing he knows, their lips crash together like firebrands. Ferocious, flammable, and fatal. The collision threatens to detonate the solar system, shattering everything to fragments.
Including his fucking heart. If it hasn’t already been demolished.
The violent push of Sorrow’s lips throws Envy off the cliff’s edge, his head and body spiraling to an inevitable downfall.
With a growl, he shoves his mouth into hers.
They slam together, lips clamping like a set of vises, locking down in an unbreakable kiss forged of steel.
Like its own weapon, something that feels good to wield, but will hurt if the wielder isn’t careful.
However, Envy doesn’t care about the risk. With this goddess, he’s never cared.
Like a hot poker, the point of his tongue slices across the crease of her lips.
The answering moan that fires out of Sorrow ignites his flesh, blood rushing through his limbs with the speed of a tsunami.
By some elemental force, heat is less an enigma with her, every desperate sound crackling like timbers.
Let me in. Right fucking now.
His tongue swipes over that delicate line, ready to pry her open, begging for that privilege. In response, her lips tremble like an object about to crumble. On a hot gasp, Sorrow spreads for him, her mouth collapsing.
A coarse sound rumbles from Envy’s chest as he spears his tongue inside, driving it between the pleats of her mouth. Dampness envelopes him, as slick and deep as her cunt. With pent-up strokes, he rakes against Sorrow’s tongue, teasing every nerve to life.
Harsh whimpers dart from her throat. Flinging her arms around his shoulders, Sorrow leaps against Envy’s torso and flicks her wet tongue with his.
Stars flay him. She tastes of currant nectar, with the afternotes of a briny sea. As their mouths fuse, black tea, smoke, and violets waft from the goddess’s skin.
Dark, bitter, and stinging. Yet sweet and aromatic.
This, he has always known about her. The way she smells, the incense of her body working on him like a drug and its antidote. An eternal addiction.
Envy’s fingers itch, then plummet into her hair, fisting the roots. Fixing her scalp in place, he rasps into her mouth. Nostrils flaring, he kisses her harder, deeper.
Sorrow meets the momentum, their tongues plying, jaws rocking. The instant she melts like honey, the kiss combusts. They snarl into one another, distraught, confounded, and desperate.
Fuck, this connection doesn’t merely penetrate his flesh. It lodges itself bone-deep, soaks into his pores, infuses his blood.
His features twist, along with her own. Then the kiss transcends from angry to ardent, with every wistful moan, every helpless intake of breath.
The warmth of Sorrow’s lips matches the density radiating from her pussy, that tight little pelvis bucking against his straining cock. It’s the only way he knows what boiling point they’ve reached. The only thing that makes sense.
As for the rest, fuck it. The stress. The fury. The confusion. That’s nothing new in their history, and he’ll take whatever anguish it costs to grab her, touch her, have her.
With the Goddess of Sorrow, there is never a guarantee. And it’s worth it.
Groaning, Envy slants his head and crushes his mouth to her own, taking this kiss and shredding it apart. With each fervent tug, he dislodges a whine from Sorrow, the sound rare and precious.
Rare and precious. Two descriptions he’s never associated with anyone. Until her.
Fates, she will drown him in this kiss, in her arms, in her scent. So help him, he’ll go down willingly.
Feverish and impatient, they paw at each other.
As his tongue curls with hers, the kiss blows up, and he stalks forward.
Backing Sorrow against the rocky foundation, he plunges his hands to her ass.
Trapping them in his strong grip, Envy hoists Sorrow off the ground.
At the same time, she bounds into the air, landing against him.
Her weight drops into his arms, thighs venting open, calves linking around his waist.
As the shape of her pussy rustles against his aching cock, Envy snaps into motion. Crushing her against the cliffside, he tacks her like a dragonfly, splaying the goddess wide. Only then does he rip their mouths apart, a mutual gasp tearing from their lungs.
In the shadowed cove, their gazes catch. Shaken, they pant into one another, lips ajar and brushing.
Arrested like this, their hands go wild.
Sorrow wrenches his shirt from the waistband, then yanks on the trouser buckles.
Hardware clicks, clasps loosen, and the material gives.
The flaps slump, his dick lifting into the night, the stem broad, the crown ruddy.
His sac hangs heavy and bloated, and a droplet of filmy liquid surfaces to the roof.
Sorrow’s eyes fall to half-mast. Her fingers strap around his girth, his flesh throbbing in her hand, heightening the sensitivity.
With a conniving smile, the goddess pumps the head, the contact shuddering his muscles.
But when she thumbs his crease, then jams that digit into her mouth and sucks on his cum, a low roar grinds from Envy’s throat.
Seething, he rucks the skirt to her hips, baring that savory pussy, the flanks glossy with arousal. Fuck, she’s already dripping onto him.
Humming, Envy draws a free finger along the groove, rowing back and forth.
Sorrow’s mouth slackens another inch. “Oh…”
“Yes,” he whispers, sketching her cunt. “Make noise for me.”
“Too close. They’ll hear.”
“Since when do you give a shit what others think of you?”
“Never.” While she siphons his cock, and he etches her slit, conviction and something protective flash in Sorrow’s pupils. “But this isn’t just about me.”
The words pry Envy’s chest open like a clamshell. Understanding floods his being. That anyone will hear them fucking isn’t the issue. This goddess doesn’t care about the opinions of others, the crew being her only exception.
But she does care about keeping this moment private. Sacred between them, as if they’re still cloistered in that grotto. Sorrow wants this bond to be theirs alone.
Envy couldn’t fucking agree more. For all the distorted truths they’ve lived through, this much is real. This one thing, this one moment. It’s theirs.
Whatever happens the second they pull away, he’ll still belong to her.
Sorrow’s eyes cling into his, for once holding nothing back. As eventide conceals them from this battlefield, her irises glitter with a mixture of defeat and defiance, surrender and rebellion.
That candid look sews the gash in his chest, because he feels it too. The determination to claim this, keep this safe. No one is getting in the way of that. If they try, he’ll chop them to pieces.
With a passionate hiss, Envy whips his waist. His cock pistons upward, lancing high. In one powerful jolt, his crown spreads her drenched cunt and strikes to the base.
Sorrow vaults from the impact, a rapturous cry lurching from her tongue. Groaning, Envy covers her mouth with his. Sealing their lips, he swallows the noise whole, devouring it like fine wine.
Her muscles clutch his dick, warm and soaked.
The effect goes to his head like a fever dream, a fantasy made manifest. But when Sorrow presses firmer against his torso, coiling into Envy as if she wants to bind herself there, the all-consuming sensation reaches farther, snaring that pounding organ in his chest. Owning it.
The feeling is so tremendous, he can’t think straight. All he can do is follow it like a devoted participant, giving everything he has. Even if it will never be enough.
Sorrow bends her face into his neck. Her pussy stretches around his cock, her respirations dovetailing with his, from one inhale to the next exhale.
It’s terrifying and thrilling, how his instincts know what to do. Envy rubs her tailbone, waiting it out despite the agony this causes his nuts.
While Sorrow quivers, Envy murmurs, “It’s okay, my nymph. It’s okay.”
“No,” she whispers. “It’s not.”
Before he can translate what that means, she drags her gaze to his. Tender and mutinous, she caresses his lips with her own. “Show me pleasure.”
The unfiltered plea grabs a hold of Envy. Her wish is his fucking command.
Husking, he rolls his ass, expanding Sorrow’s thighs until they’re pinned to the cliff, his dick punching into her with deliberate, even strokes.
His goddess mewls, her forehead landing on his, their eyes fastening. With each pump of his cock, her body juts into the sky, and her beautiful tits jostle against his torso. From his crown to the seat, the planks of her cunt clench Envy’s flesh, her body pouring onto him.
All the while, her fingers comb through his head, frame his jaw, trace his mouth. She moves with restless abandon, the ministrations caught between disobedient and apologetic. Although, he should be the one who’s sorry.
Sorry for bullying her for generations. Sorry for all the wasted years.
Sorry for the ice arrow. Sorry for everything.
Instead, he tells her with each snap of his ass.
Hauling his body into her, Envy fucks Sorrow into the mountainside, thrashing at the top of the universe.
Because this is the highest spot in The Dark Fates, therefore the closest pinnacle in existence to The Stars, this is where she belongs.
This goddess should reign, thrive, and come at the peak of their realm.
Strung out, they launch their hips. Moonstruck, out of his mind with desire, Envy lashes his cock, aiming for that condensed place he knows so well now. The nook that will make her howl from the pit of her lungs.
Sorrow shouts, the noise rocketing across the plateau. This spurs Envy deeper, swifter, his hand flying to her mouth. Each of her rhythmic moans shoves into his palm, flooding his veins until he’s strung out on the cacophony like an addict.