Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
He wants me to reach for him. He wants me to give him what I want to give him.
It feels like such a heady reversal of our early relationship that for the first time in my life, I feel powerful and in control. I run my hand over his clothed chest and gaze up at him, at the eyes that are narrowed and hungry, as if he’s afraid to hope for too much. “I want you naked, my lord.”
The moment I speak the words, his robe disappears under my hand. My fingers touch hard, muscled torso, pale and lean. His build is spare, just like the others, tall and lithe and somehow otherworldly. He’s pale, too, but perfectly made, and I stroke my hand down that marble-like abdomen to his groin. Even here, he’s flawless. There’s not a pore to be seen, nor a blemish. His cock juts out, long and slender and perfectly made, with a delicate vein tracing over the length of his shaft.
Zaroun shifts his face, sucking on my clit, and I whimper even as I reach for Neska’s perfect cock.
I caress him, stroking my hand up and down the length of him and learning his feel. Even his sac is gorgeous—which feels strange to say, as it’s one of the ugliest parts of a male body on a normal man. On a mortal man, balls are wrinkled and saggy and covered in coarse hairs, but Neska is as perfect as Zaroun, his sac two perfect, plump globes encased in porcelain skin without a hint of a wrinkle or a hair. It should be downright unnatural, but it just looks like everything else with these gods—utter perfection and slightly otherworldly.
A bead pearls on the tip of Neska’s cock, turning to a strand of webbing as it drips down from the head towards the blankets. I brush the pre-cum off of the head, watching as it’s immediately replaced. There’s a slight hint of a flush to his skin, and I lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock.
He immediately jerks in my grip, just as Zaroun tongues deep into my pussy again.
I gasp, clinging to Neska’s cock, my other hand on his hard thigh for balance. “Can I touch you how I like?” I ask Neska, breathless. The question seems like a silly one, because I can’t think straight, can’t stop myself from rubbing his perfect length against my face, my lips. I can’t help but run my hand over his skin, over the turgid shaft that practically throbs with need when I wrap my fingers around him.
“However you like,” he says, and for once, he sounds as breathless as me. “Take your pleasure.”
I moan at his wording, because sucking a cock is normally not about my pleasure at all. But with Zaroun sending quiver after quiver into my pussy as he lavishes attention to my core, I can’t help but be aroused at the thought of making Neska come. Of taking him in my mouth and working him even as I ride his other Aspect’s face. It feels decadent and yet so very right.
Gripping the base of his shaft, I lean forward and feed the head of him between my lips, keeping them pursed to add friction as I push him against my tongue. His breath stutters, and Zaroun moans even as he moves back to my clit, lavishing it with attention. I whimper, forgetting to be delicate with Neska and to take my time.
“It’s all right,” Neska whispers, caressing my cheek as I mouth him. “Take what you need.”
Moaning, hungry to make him come, I suck him deep. I’ve had a lot of practice with pleasuring men with my mouth, and so it’s easy for me to relax my jaw and push forward until he’s deep, the head of him being constricted by my throat. I love the stutter of his breath, and I let my mouth flood with saliva to lubricate things even as I slowly move my head to pump him, hollowing my cheeks and breathing through my nose. It requires concentration and practice, and I’m so focused on sucking him that I’ve almost forgotten about Zaroun between my thighs until he sucks on my clit, hard—
—and then another orgasm tears through me, sharp and bright.
I’m so startled that I involuntarily gasp, and in doing so, suck Neska deeper. It’s too much. When Neska groans, I pull back, coughing for air even as he floods my mouth with his release. The webs drip from my lips, strands between my face and Neska’s cock, and Zaroun makes another sound of contentment, as if he’s happy that we’ve both come at once.
Reaching out to Neska, I stroke his thigh and lick the webbing off his cock. “I’m sorry, my lord. That wasn’t nearly as long as it should have been. I’ll do better next time.”