by Lucy Auburn
"Oh, fuck, right there." I surge against him, legs pulling him on my body, not caring if he can even breathing. "Fuck, that's—ah! Ah!"
Despite myself, I whimper. I cry out. I squeal, that's for damn sure. His tongue works everything. His fingers grab onto my ass. And as I fuck my body against him, beginning to come, my nipples swollen in my fingers, I open my eyes to see him reaching down to jerk at the hard shaft of his cock.
That's all it takes. My orgasm rushes out of me, body trembling and coming undone on Jasper's mouth. He tongue-fucks me through it, and I cry out curse words, voice high-pitched. As the cum spills from his cock, his hand jerking it hard and fast, I tremble through the last of my orgasm.
When he pulls back, looking confident, I slide down onto my knees in front of him. Take his still-spurting dick in my hand. And lean down to lick and suck the cum off of it, my pussy still clenching rhythmically with the last bits of my amazing orgasm.
His life force tastes like an old library book or a well-read note, a lit candle lightly smoking, or a late evening under a full moon. He groans when I take him in my mouth and suck the cum off his dick, then sighs when I pull off him with an audible pop. I lick him from my lips and make a low, pleased sound at the taste of him.
"You're so beautiful, Mora." Jasper puts his fingertips beneath my chin and tilts my face up, staring down at me, his hair drifting towards a golden-yellow shade of blond. "I'm sure you've been told this a thousand times, but your body is perfect from head to toe. And you have the face of a goddess. The kind that should be immortalized in paintings."
Smirking up at him, I lean forward and admit, "More than one has painted me."
"Oh?"
"Centuries ago," I tell him, dismissive. Abruptly realizing my mistake, I add, "When I was young. Basically a newborn."
"Of course." He chuckles, running a hand through my hair, his softened cock bobbing near my face. "You would've been very, very young centuries ago, after all."
I nod, keeping my mouth shut over the secret of my true age. Most demigods don't live long past five hundred years or so. I've lied about my own age so many times that sometimes I forget myself how old I am. But just like Aleksander, another beloved firstborn of a god, I have the kind of life that can be measured in centuries, not decades.
At times I wish I could die. I think about making it end. But then I remember that there's so much worth living for. A good drink, a brutal bar fight, the sound of a lover coming in your mouth and hands.
Speaking of. Licking my lips, I ask Jasper, "What next?"
"I'm picturing you on your hands and knees," he says, thumbing my mouth lightly. "I want to fuck you from behind again. On the exam table this time. With that mirror across from us. The sight of your breasts swaying back and forth, watching my cock enter you... it's enough to make me hard again."
"I'm a lucky girl," I purr, opening my mouth and tonguing his cock, which reacts to my touch. "Hands and knees it is."
He helps me onto the table, which is still warm from our recent escapades on it. The vinyl crinkles beneath me as I crawl up it and sway my hips back and forth, looking over my shoulder for his reaction. Eyes darkening to a golden-yellow color, he reaches out with an open palm and slaps one of my ass cheeks, the sound of it filling the room, making me gasp and tremble.
"I'd tell you that you've been a bad, bad girl, but we both already know that's true." Reaching out, he slips his fingers between my lower lips, slicking them in my pussy. "All that cum inside you. What a naughty girl you are, Mora. About to be even naughtier."
Climbing up behind me, he strokes his cock in one hand and palms my ass with the other. I wriggle my hips towards him and murmur, "How naughty have I been?"
"Very naughty. You've been flaunting your round, large ass in front of me, but you haven't let me fuck it yet." Pulling his hand back, he slaps my other ass cheek, his fingers crooking towards my lower lips as his hand connects. I moan as a shiver of pleasure goes through me, glancing over to watch us in the mirror over the door. "I want to slide my dick between these cheeks of yours and claim them, just like I did your tits. In fact... I'm already hard just thinking about it."
Climbing up behind me on the exam table, Jasper takes his shaft in his hand and slips it between my ass cheeks. Moaning, I push them together and shift up and down on his length, which makes him groan. I watch his reflection as his hair suddenly shifts to a bright red-orange from his desire, tattoos swirling towards dark black ink.
"Your cock is so big," I tell him, enjoying the way it makes his hair darken with pleasure. "I'm not sure it would even fit in my ass."
"We'll work up towards it as the finale," he promises, sliding his shaft between my cheeks until they're slick with precum. "I want to thoroughly wreck your pussy before I move on. I won't be done with you until you've forgotten your name. Until you come apart. Even if the sun sets first... I will make you thoroughly mine, Mora."
So he has a possessive streak. I can't say that I mind. Especially because it makes him lean over my naked back, grab my sensitive breasts, and thrust his hardened cock inside my pussy. I moan at the pleasure from above and below.
This time, he swells inside me almost instantly, panting and grunting. Grabbing onto my hips, he twists his cock deep within, his body slapping against my ass with each thrust. He's a man on a mission, fucking me so deep I feel it in my toes, which curl instinctively. I reach down to rub my clit with my fingers and gasp at the brush of his thickened cock piercing me and filling me completely.
Then the door opens.
We both look towards it, staring at the warrior who freezes in the doorway. It's one of Jasper's male godbloods. I last saw him before we came in here to fuck, his arm under an injured comrade.
Jasper thrusts his cock deep in me and mutters, "This better be important."
"There's a situation," the warrior says, awkwardly shifting on his feet as Jasper grabs onto my breasts and I gaps with pleasure. "You're needed right now."
"I somehow doubt that."
"Sir..." The warrior looks up and away, while Jasper pulls his cock out, grabs my ass, and pushes it back in with a pleased grunt. "If I could just speak to you for a moment... just one..."
I tell Jasper, "He could always join. Looks like watching us fuck is making him hard. Only reason why he'd still be standing there."
"I don't—that's not—"
Jasper growls. "Either get your cock up and get in here or get the fuck out."
"It's important..."
Jasper sighs, thrusts stuttering to a stop inside me. He squeezes my hips and leans down to press his mouth to my cheek. "Apologies, Mora. This one will have to be shorter than expected. Next time...?"
"No strings," I remind him, squeezing his cock with my pussy. "But I imagine this will happen again."
He nods, then thrusts his cock deep inside me, grinding into my body with abandon. His warrior awkwardly exits the room, though not without adjusting his pants first—apparently he was able to get it up, but wasn't willing to fuck a woman his team leader was laying claim to. No matter. As Jasper makes clear with his panting and groaning, he can make himself hit the edge and go over it when time is of the essence.
I always like a man who can finish the job.
Bottoming out inside me, he grunts as his balls let go of his load, his thrusts stuttering to a stop. I squeeze him through it, grinding my clit with my fingers until I feel a small orgasm clench my body. Once again I enjoy the taste of his life force bursting at his skin and coming inside me. It's different every time. This time: like a spring meadow or a summer afternoon, clear and bright. His cum drips from my body as he slides out of me, and he stares down at the mess we've made in consternation.
"There's a bathroom attached to this room." Grabbing my hand, he slides me off the exam table and pulls me towards it. "Quickly, in the shower."
It hurts a little to wash up without fucking again, but we hop in, turn the water to warm, and sluice each other up. Jasper gathers my hai
r together and holds it out of the water stream as I wash his cum from my ass, chest, mouth, and thighs. Then he cleans off his cock and balls, sighing a little as I pass my hand over his shaft, a forlorn look in his eyes.
"Shower sex is so overrated," he murmurs, grabbing onto my breasts, his cock twitching in my grip. "If I didn't have somewhere to be..."
"Duty calls." I kiss him, enjoying the wet slide of our lips together, my pussy aching and throbbing from all our fucking, yet my death hunger still wanting more. "Next time?"
"I'll send you a note. You don't have to worry about sneaking past the guards—we won't get caught. And if we are, well, just consider them a fun bonus extra."
Raising a brow at him, I ask, "You really wouldn't mind if we were joined by someone else?"
"Why not?" He grins. "We're demigods, Mora. Monogamy is not our thing. Hell, get one of V's warriors if you want, suck his cock while I fuck you. I have a few female warriors who might be interested too. As long as I get to finish inside you and none of them ever try to have you for themselves, all alone without me, I don't care who else you screw."
I have the feeling that doesn't include Vesuvius, but we'll get to that if we have to. I doubt the fiery demigod will want to have sex with me once he knows I've had his rival. He seemed too possessive, with all his heat, to let anyone else have me—that much was clear.
Though I would love to break him in to the idea of being with a truly open female.
To make him see how hot it can be to watch your partner be worshipped sexually by someone else.
Or to just get him going and make his dominant side enraged by the sight of his rival fucking me. There's something to be said about hate sex. I bet Vesuvius, made of fire as he is, would come like a volcano inside me if he saw Jasper had just been there.
It's enough to make me wonder where he is. But if the look on Jasper's face as he gets dressed is any indication, today's tournament is far from over. This is just a diversion.
"Thanks for the healing," he tells me, brushing a hand over his side, where a dark bruise has left his skin completely. "Sorry again to cut things short."
"It's not your fault." My clothes seem to rub uncomfortably as I pull my clothes back on, body still full of heat and desire. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me."
"Just as soon as I've defeated my opponent in the arena." He leans forward and kisses me again, sliding his hands up my bare mid-drift and groaning. "Don't forget: I'll give you notes. And protection. Plus of course, unlimited access to my cock in all its glory."
"Sounds like an uneven deal."
"I don't want you to belong to Vesuvius." He winks at me. "I can't let him have someone like you. And no, I don't care about your powers. I know what a good female can do for a team. You're an asset I can't afford to let go, and if I can't have you for myself... I'll keep you out of his arms."
"How romantic," I quip dryly.
"What can I say, I've got a soft heart and a hard cock." Jasper's fingers find my nipples through my top, and lightly pinch them, a smirk on his face. "If you do decide to join up with a team, just remember that I'm a man who gets it up easily and is willing to share. Since you're clearly a woman who isn't easily satisfied... you'd find a comfortable home with me."
I don't doubt that. Just like I don't doubt that Ares will walk through these doors one day and set his sights on me. At least Jasper seems capable of making the most of what little time and freedom we have—as he makes clear when he slips a note into the waistband of my pants.
"Read it once I'm gone. To remember me by." He kisses my cheek lightly. "Until next time, Mora."
"Don't die in the arena." As he slips out the door, I add as an afterthought, "And don't let them cut your cock off either!"
Then he's gone, leaving me wondering how long I can delay sticking around here before the guards will notice. Based on the amount of time that's surely past, I'm probably just about done. Once I walk through those doors I'll no doubt find someone waiting to gather me and take me back to the arena—just in time to watch more godbloods get run through by spears or beaten to death.
So I decide now is a good time to read Jasper's note. It's warm in my fingers. I don't remember seeing him write it, so he must have come here with it.
But the words he wrote on the note don't make sense.
"BEWARE MARS' GLOVED PET."
Gloved pet.
Why wouldn't he tell me this in person?
It doesn't make sense.
There's only one person he could've meant, but... I don't know why he would say this. Or not say it to my face, as the case may be. Especially since we just fucked each other silly without worrying about the repercussions. He had plenty of chances to whisper something in my ear.
Disturbed, I head to the bathroom, throw the note in the toilet, and reach out to flush it.
As I do the door to the private exam room flies open, and a frightened-looking guard runs in.
"Mora." It's Damien, his hands gloved, his eyes wide. "You have to run."
Chapter Nineteen
"Run? Why? What's going on?" I can see chaos behind him in the clinic; one of the nurses is wheeling Yoric's bed around the corner, behind a partitioned wall. "Don't tell me they're going to make them fight in the arena again."
"No, just—we need to get you out. C'mon, this way."
As he grabs my hand, I realize belatedly that I never flushed the note down the toilet. It shouldn't matter—the water will have washed the ink away—but the feeling of his gloved hands on my fingers just reminds me of it. I know so little about this god hunter, who I've enjoyed teasing and trying to touch. Maybe I've let my loins lead me around a little too much.
Or maybe Jasper's cryptic warning was some kind of game.
Then again, how do I know it was meant for me? The trickster demigod could have a dozen notes he keeps in his pockets to pass out and cause consternation at every turn. He could've just given me the wrong one. Maybe he accidentally slipped one of his guards a note about the time and place we're supposed to fuck next.
"What's going on?" I ask Damien as he tugs me into the room next to the exam room, using keys to unlock the door and pull me. It's a supply room, full of boring things humans use to try to make their mortal lives longer. He rushes through it without aim, looking for something. "You're moving like your ass is on fire. It's kind of insane."
"Mars is here." He looks at me with wide, wild eyes, and I try to hide how much that sentence frightens me. "Or at least, he's on his way. It'll be a few hours."
"Traffic on the celestial highway?"
"Something like that." Damien is going through a stack of scrubs on shelves bolted to the wall. "The prison has to be prepared for him. He's decided it's time for a culling."
My heart stops, squeezes, starts again. "That sounds like what I think it is."
"Good. You're catching on."
"Why me?" As he turns to me with a set of scrubs in his hands, I shake my head and back away, studying him. Jasper's note suggested this could be a trick. I probably shouldn't trust him, either way. "You're a god hunter, Damien. You put me here. Why this—why now?"
Something tears across his face, a flurry of emotions. "It just... wasn't supposed to be this way."
"Cool. That explains nothing. Thanks for the warning, though." I stride towards the door, placing my hand on the handle. "I'm going to go back and help my friends get to safety. If there is safety around here. You just... go on being cryptic and sweaty."
"Mora." A gloved hand on my elbow, pulling me back without any effort at all. "There are things I can't explain to you. Secrets I don't have the time to give. But if you'd just take this nurse's uniform, you can go now. Sneak out with Dr. Moreland. He's a friend—he'll help you get out to the surface, and I'll meet up with you, give you the keys to your cuffs and manacles. You'll be free."
"What will happen to you?"
His mouth turns down, green eyes narrowing. "Don't worry about that."
"Why now? Wh
y me?"
Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, which is sticking up in every direction. "Because it has to be you. It... it only works if it's you."
"This is something to do with my mother, isn't it," I accuse him. "Or is it something else? Just fucking tell me."
First Aleksander showed up, announcing that he doesn't want me to escape, claiming he has a plan to overthrow his father. Then there was Damien's cryptic actions with the guards, including the one he protected me from here, in the med-bay. Something is afoot. Vesuvius and Jasper wanting me on their team so badly is even starting to seem somewhat suspect. It's as if all the men around me—sexy, drop-dead gorgeous men—are part of some grand plan, a dark cabal, and no one is letting me in on the secret.
Well, I have plans of my own. And I'm no chess piece to be nudged around on a board. Though I do want to escape. If Damien isn't lying about that part, and if Ares is really on his way here, this may be my only chance.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I demand, "How do I know this isn't a trick?"
"Because I'd get nothing out of it." I want to believe him, but I'm not a fool. Even I can tell that something is up—something is being kept from me. So I stare him down, eyes narrowed and shoulders squared, until he sighs and gives me more info. "Some of the gods are unhappy with Ares. One of them wants you out of here. I... may owe the celestials some favors. Not all of us are loyal to Ares and only Ares."
"Which god?"
His mouth thins. "I can't tell you that."
It isn't my mother, that much I know. She'd probably shrug her shoulders and move on with her life if her only daughter was slain. As she once told me, a century or so ago, she never expected me to live this long. My death would just be another of the millions she'd witnessed in her long life, until she became numb to mortality itself.
But I can't imagine what other god it could be. While I've battled and partied among the celestials, most of them steer clear of both me and my mother. They're not fans of the mortality on us rubbing off on them. If I had to guess, it's likely one of the old gods, elementals who have fallen from favor in the Celestial Realms. They have more in common with Death and her offspring than the gods of War and Love.