Chapter 36 #2
In cadence to his waist, Sorrow flings her hips at him. Their pace matches, their bodies working into each other like a single entity. A lightning bolt. A wave cresting. Something about to split open.
It’s not just fucking. It’s not merely sex.
This is infinite and extraordinary. Their crew would call it lovemaking.
He’d once thought the concept delusional, beneath a deity’s consideration. Gods don’t lose themselves like that.
How fucking wrong he’d been.
Yet instead of feeling inadequate, Envy’s thrilled to be mistaken.
It’s led to this, here, now. Sorrow bounding on his cock, her drenched pussy lathering him to the base, her cries a rite of passage.
For once, it’s not about himself. It isn’t about what he can get from a lover, but what he can give.
Everything. That’s what he’ll offer, if she lets him.
To demonstrate, Envy slings his ass between her thighs, spreading her wider. The prow of his dick hits that glorious place over and over and over. Sorrow’s teeth grab onto his palm, the sting invigorating, thickening his erection even more inside her.
He’d like nothing more than for her screams to reach the sun, wherever it’s hiding at this hour. Yet as she said, this is too special to be public. Everything this goddess wants, longs, and yearns for will be hers, to be treated like priceless artifacts. Cared for. Respected.
Fuck. Envy doesn’t recognize his own thoughts. Still, all the benedictions toppling from his mind feel right.
They’ve hurled enough insults, jibes, and glares at each other in front of their kin. So let this be their private redemption, their own transformation.
With a delighted hiss, Envy releases Sorrow’s mouth and smashes his lips against hers. While vaulting their hips, he devours her sobs, and she consumes his groans. Her cunt oozes onto him, the peg of her clit skidding over his frenulum.
Envy growls. Snatching her wrists in one hand, he tacks Sorrow’s arms overhead and rams his body forward, lunging her upward with each sinuous thrust. Despite the clamor, they move soundly, fluidly.
Lovemaking. Indeed, he could get used to this new kink. But only with her.
Sorrow’s skirt flutters around his legs, the hem sliding off her naked hips, her boots linking beneath his tireless ass.
While clasping his buttocks, she weeps into his mouth, the noise caressing him like satin.
His pelvis skates over her clit, the little stud poking from her, the abrasion staggering.
Constellations chip into the sky. Below, waves crescendo against the breakers.
The sexiest cries in existence splinter off Sorrow’s tongue. Grinning into her lips, Envy laps that quavering tongue with relish, the pleasure-pain hurting so good.
And now they know what the fuck this feels like.
Astride his cock, Sorrow scrambles in his arms. In an amorous panic, she bats at his muscles as though she can’t tolerate only one position, one way to fuck.
Envy can’t agree more. Releasing her wrists and swooping around, he bangs his spine into the cliffside while Sorrow clambers off his dick, her crease slipping from around his rigid flesh as she scurries to the ground and turns.
The separation draws a dissatisfied grunt from Envy, his hands yanking her backward, her shoulder blades striking his torso.
Scissoring her legs apart, Sorrow nestles into his chest. Then she hikes up her skirt, hops back onto his cock, and beats her ass into his groin. Except there’s one crucial difference.
Her lovely pussy isn’t what seals around him. The tight passage of Sorrow’s anus lowers onto Envy, sinking to the hilt and compressing his flesh.
Fuck him to death. Envy’s vision goes black. His blood turns into a lava.
Putting it mildly, this is a first for them. And how marvelous to be an immortal with the stamina to indulge without lubrication or coaxing. Rather, this goddess takes his cock like their bodies were molded for one another, a sigh floating from her mouth.
Overdosing on that noise, Envy shoots his waist forward, jutting into her ass, reaching so deep Sorrow arches on a disoriented moan. Extending her arms behind her, she clasps his nape, using it to brace herself. Standing against him, she writhes on his cock, her backside lunging with his waist.
They grind into one another, neither fast nor slow. Sorrow gyrates with Envy while they gaze ahead, groaning with rapture, gaping at the vista of celestials.
Sliding his arms around the goddess, Envy sketches her clit, his finger dabbing the crest. Sorrow whimpers, struggling to keep her octave to a minimum. Her cunt leaks onto his fingers, and her hips buck into him, eager for more.
Fuck yes. Crooning, he rubs the dainty flesh, pressing and circling.
The muscles of her pussy tense, as do her cries. In turn, the head of his dick expands, and infamous heat gushes onto his sac.
Envy hits critical mass. He jabs his cock swifter, and his fingers massage her slit, his body moving in tandem. With each thud of their hips, they chase that apex, racing after it until their limbs threaten to give out.
As his balls tighten, Envy rushes his lips against her earlobe. “Come on, nymph,” he pants while swiping his waist. “Come at the top of the universe. Come right here.”
That does it. Sorrow bows into him, her head lands on his shoulder, and a shout cleaves from her throat. Her cunt pulsates, hot liquid washing down his fingers, and tremors wrack her ass, the ovals squeezing him.
To protect this stunning climax from being overheard, Envy swoops down. At the same instant, Sorrow twists her gaze, her mouth catching his own. Their lips clamp, kissing and coming in unison.
Blinding lights fire behind his eyelids. His dick spasms, twitching inside her, release spurting from the crown. The orgasm grips him in a chokehold, then lets loose, a destructive bellow carving from his lungs. He comes, going so deeply he can’t see the fucking sky.
Sorrow keens, swallowing the noise, feasting on it. Their mouths cling, anchoring them to the bluff. They kiss, and kiss, and fucking kiss. Willingly, they leap into oblivion, disheveled and shattering against one another.
Fates almighty. This goddess.
Crumbling into the jagged facade, they fall against each other. With his cock still encased inside her, Envy nestles Sorrow into his frame. She curls there, slumping in a gorgeous heap, her upper body turned his way.
With their lips clutching, they wheeze into the kiss, fighting to catch their breaths. Their mouths ease up, softening into a lighter embrace. Winded and hazy with pleasure, they skim their lips, tongues flicking.
His knuckles caress her warm pussy, the phenomenon of temperature never ceasing to amaze him. Though, nothing compares to her own satisfaction. Sorrow bundles herself in Envy’s arms, which strap around her middle, holding her close.
He can stay like this for a solid century.
Matter of fact, with her ass grabbing his cock, he’ll be ready for another sumptuous round in a few minutes.
Once they resolve why she acted distant after the grotto, they’ll be free to indulge in more decadent pastimes, including several impassioned quickies before this war gets underway.
He’ll lavish her with endearments, make her laugh, and make her come again. Multiple times.
Husky with elation, Envy smiles into the kiss. Dragging his lips away, he murmurs against her mouth, “This lovemaking business is underrated among deities.”
As if he’s pulled a trigger, Sorrow’s eyes flap open. A haunted light flashes across her irises.
And then she gets moving. Given how they’d wiped one another out, the goddess squirms away faster than he could have predicted. She rolls her waist, her ass releasing his cock, the skirt dropping around her jellied limbs.
It’s déjà vu all over again. Normally, he’d haul Sorrow backward with a fiendish, “Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast.”
But this time, Envy’s so nonplussed and sex-high, he’s incapable of stopping the goddess. Stumped, he watches Sorrow yank her clothes into place while gearing up for another… whatever this has become.
A second ago, he thought he finally knew. Because a second ago, he was a smitten fool.
The tender guilt weighing down her features says it all. Deities attune themselves to premonition, whispers of destiny incarnate. Therefore, that look jolts Envy like a knife to the back. So this is how his former conquests felt when he left them without a backward glance.
Envy’s spent cock deflates. He closes the flap of his pants, then spreads his arms. “What did I do wrong?”
Retreating to the bluff’s edge, Sorrow’s eyes mist. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he barks. “Don’t fucking lie to me! You’ve been treating me like a pariah since the enclave! The second we finished fucking, something changed! Is this about the arrow?”
“No!” she hollers, although he wouldn’t blame her if it was. “It’s not that!”
They go in circles, screaming persistent things and evasive things he can’t keep track of. Sorrow marches past Envy, but he snatches her arm and whips her around. In the piebald light, he glares, wounded, helpless, enraged.
He wants to shake her, kiss her, fuck her again. He wants to wipe that bereft look from her face, then promise a thousand things he’s never promised to anyone.
Except these options would be difficult, seeing as their crewmates are jogging up behind them, having overheard the shouts. On the fringes, Love, Andrew, Anger, Merry, Wonder, and Malice skid to a halt. Though, Envy doesn’t give a fated fuck who’s watching.
All he cares about is her.
Sorrow’s voice buckles, her features collapsing like a stack of dominos. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Can’t do what?” Envy roars. “Fuck me back? Want me back? Love me back?”
Stunned silence from the crew. Not even a gasp from Merry.
He stalls, his head catching up with his mouth. Motherfuck. It had just come out.
Sorrow’s pupils explode with shock. Her lips quaver until a steely resolve takes over. “But I don’t,” she says, the words calcifying inside him. “I don’t love you. I never have.” Her attention darts to the speechless group. “And I’m sorry.”
Envy releases her as if she’s poisoned him. “What do you mean, you’re sorry?”
The goddess retreats, stepping closer to the windswept precipice. “You wanted to know pain.”
“What the fuck, Sorrow? Tell me what that means!”
“It means, you should have left her tied to the tree.”
Materializing beside Sorrow is a figure with dark skin, her height swathed in a galaxy of fabric and weapons forged of blue moonstone strapped to her lithe figure.
A royal goddess of The Stars. A member of The Fate Court.