“Holy crap,” she cried out the second his mouth left hers, leaving her gasping for breath.
He trailed a steamy path of kisses along her cheek to her ear and then nibbled at the sensitive lobe. Wells of passion bubbled, threatening to flow over and flood her insides. His lips caressed the side of her neck, finding her most sensitive areas. Electrical currents shot through her straight to her pussy. She fisted his shirt in her hands, doing everything she could just to hold on.
This shouldn’t be happening. Her life had just been thrown one hell of a curveball, and the last thing she needed to do was add a new relationship to that. The magic he worked on her right now made it impossible to tell him to stop.
“It’s not magic,” he whispered into her ear, his breath sending chills rushing through her at the speed of lightning.
Thena growled, although the urge to giggle hit her at the same time. “If you can read my mind, then I can read yours,” she challenged, letting her head fall back when he traced a hot, moist trail with his tongue down her neck.
The moist pressure of his mouth brushing over her pulse and the sensitive skin at her nape, made it almost impossible to focus her thoughts. She’d never attempted any type of telepathy. All she could think to do was listen, and wonder if she imagined hearing him in her mind, or if those were actually thoughts. And even then, it seemed he spoke reassuring words, praising her, begging to adore her. Words too easily made up by her lust-driven body.
Priapus released her, moving his arms so that his hands covered her breasts. His long fingers gripped them, giving them a slight tug and squeeze at the same time.
Her nipples hardened against his flesh, making his blood pressure rise to a critical point. Blood pumped through him so hard he had a hard time keeping his thoughts focused.
Thena had no idea what powers she possessed, and neither did he. One thing he did know, in the heat of passion, she might suddenly do something completely unexpected. He needed to make love to her more than he needed to breathe at the moment. But along with that, pushing her emotions, seducing her and bringing out the natural passion within her, would bring forth her powers, allow her to relax enough to set them free. And when they united, when he entered and released himself in her, it would combine their strength, giving her part of him and him part of her.
Her mother and newfound father wouldn’t turn her into some experiment. He wouldn’t allow her to be tested to find out how strong she was. That would only belittle her. And Thena was too intelligent, too strong, too damned beautiful to be insulted that way.
His way would be much better.
“I’m a test?” She was trying to read his mind, but with her senses wrapped in such a sensual fog, it was almost an impossible task to concentrate. “Who is insulting me?”
Thena managed to press against his chest, backing up a little, although she almost staggered backwards. Priapus moved to close the space between them.
“I won’t have anyone determining the strength of your powers,” he told her, knowing she needed to hear the truth from him. He ran his hands down her bare shoulders, grabbing the straps to her dress and dragging them down her arms. “You will learn your own strengths, and share them when you decide, not when others decide for you.”
Priapus pulled the straps of her dress down her arms, tugging the material so that it glided over her breasts, revealing her to him. His gaze lowered instantly and he sucked in a breath. He looked very pleased, making her feel even sexier when his breath came heavier, and more staggered.
“Is this a decision I am making, or you are making for me?” she asked, her voice now a husky whisper.
She felt so alive at the moment, so incredibly in control. The way he drooled over the sight of her exposed breasts made her feel beautiful, wanted, cherished.
“The decision to use your powers is always yours.” He looked distracted though, his gaze lowered, his hands now caressing her full round breasts.
Thena didn’t want to have this conversation while he was teasing her into a frenzy. And it was quite clear she would have to fight him off to get him to stop. The way his large hands caressed her, his fingers rubbing her nipples, she knew there was no way she could sound convincing if she asked him to leave her alone.
Priapus loved how her face flushed such a lovely dark rose. The smoothness of her skin, her narrow neck and shoulders, and her full breasts that swelled in his hands was better than finding a buried treasure no one knew was even there. Thena was the catch of a lifetime, full of life yet with an almost innocent air about her. Men prayed to be given such a gift that he had standing in front of him.
“I know that I can make my own decisions,” she said, finally able to make her mouth move to form words.
He groaned instead of commenting, lowering his head so that he could suckle in one of her nipples, teasing it with his tongue and then scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth.
Thena squealed, gripping a hold of him with all the strength she had. Her nipples were more sensitive than any other part of her body, and he’d just sent a tidal wave of lust gushing through her to her cunt.
“And I know you can, too,” he told her, whispering into the swell between her breasts. “So tell me now, do you want this?”
For a moment Thena was confused. Did she want what?
It wasn’t fair to make her think while his tongue traced wicked paths over her feverish flesh. Priapus had worked her dress down to her waist, and now stretched his hands over her outer thighs, his fingers pressing into her skin.
“This isn’t fair.” The fiery heat burning through her seemed to intensify with every pulse of her heart. “You’re manipulating me somehow.”
Priapus chuckled, his fingers brushing over her thighs, working their way underneath her dress.
“The only powers in effect here are ones of mutual attraction. I promise.” His green eyes swarmed with lust, captivating her, making it impossible to look away when he met her gaze. “Unless you have cast a spell on me, my dear.”
Thena managed to shake her head, her body almost trembling when he moved his hands, gripping her ass.
“Then answer my question,” he demanded, raising her dress so that it now bundled around her waist like a tangled belt.
Thena frowned, too distracted by the fresh air that now brushed against her exposed ass and pussy. The thin fabric of her panties, soaked and clinging to her, did nothing to make her feel less vulnerable. Priapus lowered his head again, his hair tickling her skin as he kissed her collarbone.
“What?” She fought to steady herself when she wanted to collapse into him.
Her hands spread across his chest, feeling the heat of his body, the strong muscles that bulged under his shirt.
“Do you want this?” he asked her again, his breath torturing her skin.
There was no way she could deny the passion that rippled through her like a fast-moving stream, tumbling and twisting so quickly that all she could do was hold on.
“Yes.” Her voice sounded foreign, thick like honey yet raspy, almost a whisper.
She should ask what he was offering. Too many thoughts rushed at her at once though, and all of them in a foggy haze of lust. Her body cried for release, the growing pressure in her craving satisfaction.
The back of her legs hit something, and Thena looked over her shoulder, confused. A beautiful king-size bed, complete with brass head and floorboard, and too many stuffed pillows to count, had appeared behind her. It looked magnificent in the middle of the field, yet so oddly out of place.
“Lay down,” Priapus instructed, holding on to her while she sat down on the bed, her face a whirlwind of confusion when she looked up at him. “You don’t think I would simply take you on the ground, do you?”
“I didn’t know…I mean I didn’t think…” Thena scooted back on the bed, her dress balled up around her waist, and her long slender legs, full breasts, and dark caramel skin an enticing dish.
Priapus stripped off his shirt, barely
able to take his eyes off her. She was hesitating. And he wouldn’t force her. But there’d been a reason he’d been attracted to her, unable to leave her alone from the first second he’d caught sight of her. Looking down at her flushed expression, her gaze darting from him and then around her at the bed, he knew there was no way he would let her go without a fight. No woman had ever intrigued him as much as Thena did. Even now, hesitation so obvious in her expression, her curiosity warred within her. There was no fear. He sensed nothing hostile, just her indecisiveness as to whether she was doing the right thing or not. Well, he would damn well convince her this was the right thing.
He reached for his pants, grabbing her attention. When her tongue darted over her lips, the pain that rushed through his cock made it almost impossible to move. There weren’t enough powers in his entire being to control the urge that pumped through him, an ache so intense that he doubted fucking her just once would relieve it.
Somehow he managed to loosen his pants and slide them down his legs.
“Priapus,” Thena gasped, pulling her legs up to her chest as she inched away from him toward the other side of the bed.
Never in her life had she seen a cock so large. There was no way that would fit inside her, or any woman.
Chapter Nine
“You aren’t fucking me with that.” Thena went up on her knees, fighting to adjust her dress that refused to untangle around her waist.
She wouldn’t deny that the most magnificent man she’d ever laid eyes on stood before her. The perfect sprinkling of brown hair dusted over his muscular chest and arms. His stomach was flat and firm. He had an abdomen to die for. So tall and well-proportioned, she wouldn’t argue for a moment that he was definitely a god.
She ached for him. Her insides throbbing like one giant exposed nerve ending. And up until a minute ago, the only fear consuming her was that they were outside, exposed to anyone who might come upon them. Not that that would be too likely out in the middle of nowhere.
She’d admitted a bit of hesitation about letting him fuck her. They were practically strangers. Other than the fact that he seemed to be everywhere she was, and always there when she needed him, she didn’t know that much about him. And it wasn’t her style to just jump in the sack with a man. Which more than likely was the reason why her body cried out to have him so desperately.
But now, looking at his cock which was as thick as her arm, and as long as her forearm, throbbing out in front of him… Swollen and ready, it was a weapon she knew she couldn’t take on.
“You’re too big,” she murmured, more than aware of the disappointment that rushed through her.
Priapus smiled. A man never tired of hearing those words. Kneeling next to her on the bed, he cupped her face with his hands, ensuring she would only look at his face.
“I promise you that I won’t hurt you.” He kissed her gently, soothing her, running his hands down her body and pressing her to him.
His cock pressed into the soft skin of her belly, his cock head touching the underside of her breasts. He would explode like a schoolboy if he didn’t have her soon. But she needed time. He would have to prepare her, make her juices flow until she begged for him to be inside her.
Holding her to him, he adjusted her until she lay on the bed, the soft pillows surrounding her, adding elegance to beauty.
“I’ve got to taste you.” He kissed first one nipple and then the other, while she arched into him, letting out a cry that added fever to his overwrought brain.
All Thena could do was hold on. This man, this god, worked over every one of her senses with his tongue. Creating a moist path down her belly, his hands caressed her, sending goose bumps rushing over her. She gripped his shoulders, feeling the corded muscles bulge underneath his smooth flesh. His skin was smooth, warm, and pulled taut over the most perfect body she’d ever seen.
She bucked, every muscle in her body tightening when he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh between her legs.
“Dear God!” she cried out, digging her fingers into his flesh, wanting to push him away and hold him in place all at the same time.
She ran her fingers through his hair. It was so soft, and tickled her inner thighs. With the magic he worked on her pussy right now, taking time to get to know this man might be worth every minute. At the same time, she couldn’t believe the craving she had to know him better. He was such a mystery, yet enticed her at the same time.
And with what he was doing to her right now…
Priapus growled, taking her legs and spreading her open. The soft pink flesh that appeared before him was a feast to a starving man. Slowly he ran his tongue over her creases, relishing her sweet taste. She was more than nectar to this god.
When he thrust inside her, tasting her cream as it flowed from her, he thought she would come off of the bed, her fingers pinching his shoulders while she cried out. Her cum spread over his face. He could drown in her and be an incredibly happy man.
“Shit!” She couldn’t stand it another minute.
He devoured her cunt, lapping at her as if he hadn’t had a meal in ages, and she was the main dish.
She would die, absolutely explode into a million pieces and never recover. Seldom had a man done this to her, ravished her with his mouth, fucked her with his tongue, brought her to such a quick orgasm with such little effort.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he groaned, his breath hot against her skin.
“That feels so damned good,” she whispered, feeling her orgasm build. “Please don’t stop.”
He moved his fingers, sliding two of them inside her while teasing her clit with his tongue. Feeling her insides clamp around him, her heat rush through him, his insides hardened knowing she would come for him.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, watching his fingers slide through her moist heat.
White cream soaked his fingers making it incredibly painful to just lie there and watch when his cock ached to sink deep into her heat.
“Priapus. I can’t stand it.” She bucked against his fingers, taking over and riding his hand while she dug her fingers into his hair. “Oh my God!”
Nerve endings exploded throughout her while she clamped down on his fingers, riding out her orgasm and holding onto his head. She didn’t want him to stop what he was doing but knew if he continued she would pass out for sure. Wave after wave of passion rippled through her, yet she wanted more, so much more.
And he had it to offer.
That brought her pause, and she looked down at him, her body glistening with moisture while her breathing still came in heavy pants.
His green eyes glowed with a carnal satisfaction, that look of manly contentment knowing he had brought her to the point where she was now. On the edge, needing more, and knowing he was the one who had it.
She ran her tongue over her lips, letting her gaze fall to his massive cock, hardened to stone and extending a good foot out in front of him.
Was there a spell that would allow her to handle all of that?
“Let’s see how much you can handle,” he told her, moving her legs so that he knelt between them, and looking down while his cock throbbed between her legs.
“There’s no way…” She stopped when he began entering her, looking down and watching that massive cock glide into her pussy. “Oh God. Oh shit.”
She gripped the pillows around her, but they were no solace. His cock continued to move inside her, slowly, filling her, spreading her, consuming her as if he would take over her entire body with it.
She was being filled by a god. Her insides swelled, greeting him, absorbing him inside her. And still he offered more.
Her muscles stretched, while he continued to glide deeper. There was no way she would be able to handle this. Already the buildup of pressure was enough to make her want to scream. She clamped down on her mouth, more than aware that they were outside, quite a distance from everyone, but still…
“You are so hot, Thena. Damn, woman.” Priapus a
rched his back, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back while enjoying her moist heat surrounding his shaft.
She’d not taken even half of him, and although it entered his mind to adjust their bodies, allow both of them to experience the full benefits he could offer, he wanted to experience Thena as she was. There would be no powers used, not this first time at least.
The pressure was getting too intense. She would pass out, or die, or explode or something. Thena fought to breathe, his cock impaling her, separating her entire insides. The pressure inside her seemed to implode, seeping around his cock while he filled her with a cock no human should be allowed to possess.
But then, he wasn’t human, was he?
She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Her body shivered, an orgasm tearing through her like she’d never experienced before.
Wave after wave rushed through her. Never had a cock this size been in her before. Hell, at the moment she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex. Priapus was rearranging her insides. She just knew it. She couldn’t breathe, could no longer think, and she was damn sure if he continued she would pass out. Fade into blackness. Miss out on what might be the best time of her life.
When she was about to cry out, beg him not to fill her any more, he began pulling out, slowly, caressing her feverish insides with his too-large cock.
“Thena,” he whispered. “Look at me.”
More than anything he wanted to see the pleasure in her eyes, in her expression, while he fucked her.
She had to think to open her eyes, and then focus on those deep green eyes, glazed over and staring down at her with more compassion than she’d expected to see.
Every muscle in his body was taut, rippling under such perfectly smooth skin. His arms held him over her, triceps and biceps bulging. The spray of hair covering his chest glistened with moisture while his body filled her vision above her. His expression was too intense, too controlled. He fought to not hurt her, was holding back. She sensed that and wanted to reach out, help ease his pain. But she knew she didn’t have what it took to give him what he truly needed.
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