by Lucy Auburn
I growl, eyes flashing to his sweatpants, the waistband of which is drawn so wide by his rock-hard shaft that I can see what lies beneath waiting for me. Despite my territoriality, though, I warn him, "You can't make me envious enough to give up my freedom. I didn't come here to fight. I intend to keep my head down and get out of here."
"Too bad," Vesuvius says, punctuating his words by thrusting three of his fingers into me, his thumb poised over the tip of my clit and teasing it with the barest of touch. "I'd make you my right-hand woman if I could. Fuck you here, there, and everywhere. Claim you in front of all my men, and Jasper's men too, so they would know you were mine. And only mine. I'd even consider giving up other females for you... if you'd do the same for me."
"Never," I swear, even as my voice goes breathy and my pussy instinctively clenches around his calloused digits. "I won't settle for one man. Not when I could have them all and then some."
"Then I guess I'll have to fuck you until you see reason."
I'd correct him, but his possessive ego seems to challenge him into doing well in bed. All the better for me; if I can get him to come more than once by digging into his pride, I'll feed my hunger that much more. This can be our only time together, after all, so I have to make it count—by drinking his life force as much as possible.
It's not like he'll even realize what's happened afterwards. Every male, godblood or not, feels tired after sex, his cum wrung out of him, his dick soft and tired. He won't even notice what he's missing, especially because he'll no doubt get it back in time to fuck those other females he's talking about.
I may not be able to steal Vesuvius away from them, but I intend to do one thing, and it's what I'm good at: fuck him so thoroughly that he has to think of me the next time his dick is hard. More than one man, mortal or otherwise, has found himself wrapped around my finger post-coitus. When I really try, I can make sure their balls are throbbing and heavy with a need for my touch, and only my touch—it's a skill my mother Death passed on to me, and I intend to use it, even though I'll never again give the fiery demigod that release once this is over.
Let him find himself throbbing and hard with denied orgasm as some two-bit female godblood sucks his dick with her teeth out, his mind full of thoughts of me, his balls heavy and cum stopped up. It makes me pant with arousal just at the thought of it. That'll show him and his stupid male rivalry. I'll give him an evening his dick won't ever forget.
"Show me what you're bragging about already," I tell him, sitting up and wrapping my legs behind his waist. I tug at his sweatpants, his hard dick swinging as I jerk them down. "I'm surprised it's not glowing and spilling lava."
He chuckles, the sound rich and dark, and threads his fingers into my hair. "My father is Hephaestus, not the sun itself. I'm made of the forge, not the fire."
"But I've heard flame spills from your fingers during battle." Pushing his pants down to his knees, I reach out and wrap my hand around his thick, hard shaft, enjoying the way it twitches in my grip, blood pulsing towards the swollen head, his skin so hot it's almost difficult to handle. "Am I going to get internal burns from your cum, Vesuvius? Are you like the volcano you were named after, leaving ashes and destruction in your wake?"
As I speak I dip my thumb into the precum spilling from the tip of his cock head and slip my hand down his shaft, spreading it, tightening and twisting my grip at the base. His hips thrust forward and his hand tightens in my hair, his pleasure clear. With a fiery red-orange look in his eyes, he kicks the sweatpants aside, his broad and muscular body fully revealed.
I grab his cock with both hands, one squeezing and cupping the flared head, the other twisting around the base. The veins of his shaft seem to throb, balls hard and tight against his body, ginger hair thickly curled where shaft meets abdomen. When I look up into his face as I jerk him slowly, his nostrils flare and his lips part just slightly.
"I want your pussy," he says, voice low and deep. He pulls my head back by my hair, dips his free hand towards my neck, then draws his touch lower and cups my still-tender breast tight enough that I gasp. "I'm going to wreck you, Mora. Fuck you so hard you see the Celestial Realms. Come in you so much you'll drip for days. To answer your question, yes—I'm as epic as the volcano I was named for, and I'll erupt in you, leaving my mark behind forever. No man has my strength or my fire. Not a single one of them will ever compare."
His voice is strong and confident, his eyes staring down at me possessively, cock thick and long in my hands. I gasp and stroke him one more time, then open my legs wide and draw him between my thighs. He grunts as he grabs my waist, his broad hands eclipsing my body, and pulls me up onto the bed. Leaning over me, he presses his mouth against mine, and I wrap my legs firmly around his waist.
Teasingly, I draw his cock against my lower lips. He growls into my mouth as I push its precum-slick head against me, but not quite inside. When his hips cant forward, begging to delve into my wet pussy, I clamp my legs around him, push my hips up, and slide him in effortlessly with a stroke of my hand and arch of my back.
He feels like a rod of warmth inside me, pulsing and impossibly hard. Half his shaft, thick and large as it is, fills me and pushes up against every pleasure button. I gasp, abdomen flattening as I push up against him and press my heels into his back. His mouth presses against mine hungrily, hands splayed on my back as he draws his shaft out and mercilessly pushes it in with one single, hard thrust.
As he bottoms out inside me I cry out, filled to the brim, pleasure making my pussy clench tight around his heat. The press of his balls against my spread-wide legs is an impossible pleasure. I can feel him all the way deep inside me, spreading me wide with his thickness, throbbing with heat. It's like no cock I've ever felt before—forged by a god alright. If his cum makes me burn I think it might be worth it.
I thread my tongue into his mouth and dig my fingers into his back as his muscles tense and he smoothly works in and out of me. Everything turns into hard thrusts of his body that make the bed slide on the ground, moans and twists of my hips to get more, harder, deeper, and the wordless twining of our tongues. He reaches between us to twist my nipples, then grabs onto my full ass cheeks and pummels so deep inside me that I see stars.
Feeling the crescendo of a second orgasm come on, I arch insistently against him, seeking the right angle for his pleasure. Vesuvius responds to my need, grabbing tightly onto my hair and pushing at my lower back until his cock is inside me at an impossibly deep angle I feel in my belly button. I moan, mouth slack with pleasure, eyes closed. He fucks in and out of me, setting an exact rhythm that makes it easy for me to grind my hips up, clit throbbing, every pleasurable nerve ending in my pussy clenching around his hard long thrusts.
His red-orange eyes stare down at me as I gasp and tremble. The look on his face is possessive, dominant, almost needy. In a low voice he says, "Come for me, Mora. I want to see your face when you let it go. And feel your pussy throb on my dick."
"Ah, fuck."
I come undone, crying out and twisting in the bed sheets, my nipples throbbing and peaked, pussy full of heat and hard flesh. He fucks me through it, keeping up his rhythm relentlessly, never losing control. Each time his cock bottoms out in me it feels harder and bigger than the last thrust. As I reach the peak of my orgasm, he grinds deep inside, hips pushed against me, my nipples impossibly sore. I gasp and moan as my body tightens and clenches around his shaft over and over, desperately wanting to feel his release.
But Vesuvius is a man built for strength. He doesn't want to come yet, I can tell, so he won't. As my orgasm drains out of me, he grabs my body and pulls me upright, into his lap. My legs tighten around him and I moan, still throbbing around his shaft. With the strength in his godblood shoulders and the heat of a forge rolling off of him, he walks me to the back wall of his cell and pushes my body up against the gold-threaded stone.
"You look so hot when you come," he says, sliding his cock halfway out of me and thrusting it in so hard I moan. "I bet you
r pussy is on fire now. But just wait. The heat has barely begun."
All I can do in response is slide my lips over his and put my hands behind his neck. His hands cup my ass, his strength holding me in the air as he fucks me up against the wall. Each thrust is merciless, faster this time, his cock grinding deep inside me as he seeks his own pleasure. When he bites my lower lip and groans against my neck, I can tell he's almost there, his legs trembling, breath coming faster and faster.
But he's holding back. That won't do. What I want is for him to lose control, to come again and again, his little deaths draining out of him. I tighten my legs around his waist and clench my pussy on his cock, moaning against his neck, murmuring in his ear.
"Come for me, Vesuvius. Show me what it feels like to be filled with your cum. I want it so bad."
He shudders, sweat dripping down his back, my cuffs and manacles pressing against his skin. With a twist of his hips, fingers digging deep into my ass, my sensitive nipples pressed against his bare chest, he seeks his release inside me. As his thrusts quicken and he loses control, I feel it: the surge of his powerful life force coming to the surface of his skin, the taste of it like ash and hot lava, molten in my mouth.
I kiss him deeply and hungrily, holding him tight, digging my fingers into his back as his orgasm begins. His cum is hot inside me, but not unbearably so—if anything it just arouses me again, and so soon after my own orgasm. I clench his dick with my pussy as he grinds inside me once, twice, three times, spilling himself for several long moments, his mouth slack on mine.
Inhaling, I gasp with pleasure at the taste of his life force in my mouth, so strong and still surging out of him as he comes. So I pull him into me and try to make him keep going, taking more and more cum out of him, enjoying it as his face goes slack and he thrusts one last time, wringing every last drop out of him. His life force sates the deep hunger in me—and I want more of it almost as soon as he's done coming, his muscular arms still holding me up.
"Let me down," I tell him, unwrapping my legs from his waist. He carefully drops me to the ground, his still half-hard cock sliding out of me, slick with my wetness and his cum. I get up on my tiptoes and put my hands on his shoulders, leaning up to kiss his mouth, enjoying how fast he's breathing. "That was amazing. I want to see you do it again. Your cum on my lips... it'll be heavenly."
He groans, reaching out to grab my breasts with both hands, his cock twitching half-heartedly as he palms them roughly. My nipples respond, pleasure sparking between my thighs again.
Vesuvius murmurs, "Your body is so fucking amazing. I could come in you a dozen times... I wish—"
"Don't finish that thought," I warn him, nipping at his jaw and glaring him down. "I'm a free woman, Vesuvius. I'll suck your cock and swallow it whole until you come, but I'm not a joiner. Do you want tonight to happen or not?"
Relenting, he says, "I do. I just wish it could happen again. Then again."
"Well, it can. Just let me take care of this."
I reach out and stroke his cock, and he makes a guttural sound, half groan and half whimper. I can tell he's still sensitive, and it makes me want to force him to hardness even more. So, with a smirk playing on my lips, I drop to my knees in front of him and draw his slick cock towards my lips.
First I just teasingly rub him against the outside of my mouth, coating my lips with his cum. Looking up at him from fluttered lashes, I enjoy the heat that flares in his face at the dirty sight of me with him on my lips. Softening my mouth, I draw his cock head onto my tongue and suck lightly, taking it slow, not wanting to push too hard too soon.
It's not long before his hips are rocking forward, his palm at the back of my skull urging for more. So I bring him further into my mouth, tonguing the underside of his shaft, with pulses and twitches inside me. Soon enough he's growing harder in my mouth. Bracing my hands onto his hips, I open up the back of my throat, rise up on my heels to get the right angle, and draw him all the way back.
Then I swallow him into me.
The sound he makes, the way his body curves towards me and his palm tightens on my neck, makes it that much more worthwhile. With him in my throat, I push my fingers against the outside of my skin and swallow again, taking shallow breaths through my nose. He pants and groans as I pull him in and out, throat slick around him, his cock growing impossibly hard.
"Fuck—Mora." He thrust down into me, grunting with pleasure. "Your throat is so tight and hot. It feels so fucking good."
I let him fuck me for a while, swallowing him again and again. Then I draw him out of my mouth, sucking lightly on his flared cock head, the shaft now hard and his balls tight against his body again, ready to be coaxed to spill another load. Smirking up at him, I turn around, my back facing towards him, grab his hands, and lean back until the smooth column of my throat is lined up with his cock.
Then I swallow him again, this time completely, until he bottoms up inside me. The sound he makes, guttural and out of control, is worth the slight discomfort. Like this, if I breathe carefully, I can hold him in my throat and swallow around him, his precum slick as he thrusts in and out. I can tell based on the noises he makes that no female, godblood or otherwise, has ever done this to him—worshipped him like the demigod he is.
And like this, he can see his cock push into my throat, how it fills me and presses against my skin. He moans and groans, clearly unable to hold his orgasm back this time. So I pull him out, twist around, and grab his shaft in my hands, sucking on the head as he spills cum onto my tongue, hot and fiery. He fucks his cock into my mouth and I tighten my lips around the shaft, swallowing his molten load, enjoying the twist of his life force surging within me.
As he cums for several long moments, panting and cursing, I reach down between my thighs and twist my fingers up into my entrance. It isn't hard to rub against my clit, grab one of my nipples, and make myself come in a short burst. The sound of my orgasm makes Vesuvius grunt and fuck his cock into the back of my throat, coming for longer, clearly turned on by the fact that his dick in my mouth makes my pussy tremble.
I drink and suck until he's gasping and twitching, shaft softening in my mouth, and then I suck on it some more. He's still warm with power and life force, trembling against me, so as his cock drops from my wet mouth and I wipe the last of him from my lips, I get an idea.
"Down on the bed," I tell him, pushing him back against the mattress as I rise to my feet. "I'm going to show you what my pussy can do."
"I don't think I can get hard again," he insists, though he flops back onto the mattress, looking wrung-out but still impossibly powerful. I can still taste his life force, all molten heat and fire, and I won't leave until I try to get more of it. "You can try if you want though."
"With a cock like this?" I grab it in my hand, stroking it slowly, pressing the head with my thumb at the end of each stroke. "I bet I could fuck it soft, it's so big."
He smirks, taking in gulps of air and watching me crawl on top of him. I straddle him just beneath his cock, my thighs on either side of him, enjoying how broad and powerful he feels beneath me. Though the heat in his eyes has diminished, they're still more red-orange than green-grey, a good sign I'll get to have him a third time.
"You're gorgeous," he says, absentmindedly reaching out to thread his fingers through my long black hair. "Those golden eyes of yours are like nothing I've seen before. And your breasts... I could suck on them all day long." To prove it, he reaches up to play with my nipples again, and I moan a little, still sensitive. "I didn't know what to expect when you turned down my offer. This was definitely on my mind from the first moment you showed up, though. I've never fucked a woman like you."
"Too bad." I put another hand on his cock, still stroking it, working it bit by bit, reaching down to play with the balls between each twist of my hands. "Maybe if you weren't a team leader I could fuck your brains out and teach you what a real female is like. Hey—there's an idea. Just quit the Worshippers, go rogue."
"Never," h
e swears, more heat in his voice than I expected. "I can't leave my men in the arena without my protection."
"It doesn't seem like it'd be that hard for them to fight," I tell him, rising up on my thighs and rubbing his half-hard cock against my lower lips, which are still drenched from all our escapades. "I bet they'd survive without you. And just imagine how much fun we could have without strings attached."
Though his eyes flutter with pleasure as I play with him, and his balls tighten beneath my insistent touch, he doesn't budge. "You haven't seen what happens in the arena, Mora. It's horrifying. I won't leave them alone to die out there. My team runs through my blood, and I'd spill blood for them. I'll never leave them behind."
His words echo older words, in another familiar voice. I try not to let it get to me—the past belongs in the past. I've lived far too many centuries to let old demons rise up and grab me by the throat.
"Too bad," I tell him, wriggling on his cock and spreading my legs open, letting the cock head pierce me just slightly then pulling off again, hoping to make him hard enough to get things started up. "I'd love to fuck you until every drop of cum has left your body. To make you cry out and forget your own name. Just imagine your dick inside me over and over again... we could fuck instead of eating, instead of sleeping, until we can't even tell where one of us starts and the other ends. My pussy aches for you, Vesuvius."
"Mmm." Reaching down, he squeezes his cock, his eyes simmering with desire as blood begins to flow for it again. "I bet it does. And that tight little ass of yours, too, not to mention your smart mouth. That throat of yours... I'd give anything to fuck it again. But you won't be the one convincing me to leave my team. I'll get you to join instead." He squeezes my ass cheeks lightly, then slaps them until my skin tingles. "You'll be the woman on my arm before the month is over. Just wait, Mora. I'll have you."
"Never." I smirk at him, bouncing lightly up and down, sliding his cock along my pussy and the tightening my hands around it, my breasts swaying. "Or, shall I say, not unless things change around here very, very fast. But we can have fun... even with our manacles still on."