“And me? I think you know this story. I eventually joined forces with twelve of the finest gods I have ever had the privilege to know, including Marduk who was railroaded below a short time later. Eventually, even the fine Ninurta, a sterling god who never erred, did a good deed that backfired on him, and he too became vanquished.”
Enlil turned Candy in his arms, finally looking right at her as she squinted up into the sunlight streaming from behind his face. “I never figured there would be a woman who believed me strong enough for her. Not only that, but a woman who would stand up for me and risk everything, including her life, to protect me while I was at my weakest.”
Enlil ran a hand over Candy’s cheek and gently touched her blackened eye. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I lit up at that moment because I finally understood exactly what true love looks like.” He lowered his head to her shoulder and she breathed in the salty fragrance that permeated his hair.
“I love you, Candy.” His voice grew strong and she pressed right up against him, wrapped in the brightest red glow she had ever seen. It didn’t burn. On the contrary, it seemed to swirl about her in a protective bubble. “I want you as my mate, my Chosen.” Enlil’s voice broke. “Will you have me, Candy? I can’t live without you.”
His arms were just right. Strong. Candy didn’t think she ever wanted to move…ever again. People waited a lifetime to feel this way. Hell, she’d been waiting fucking forever. This was her man. He held her heart. Tears filled her eyes.
“Dammit, Enlil. Now you’ve made me cry,” Candy groused. “You know I don’t want any of the guys to see me cry.” She turned into him and scrubbed her eyes over the front of his borrowed shirt, then leaned back and pinned him with a watery violet stare.
“Okay. Listen up, because I’m only going to say this about another million times in our lives. Wait. How long did you say we’re going to live?”
“An eternity, my feisty woman.”
“Oh. An eternity? Okay, then maybe you’ll hear it a gazillion times, but listen up anyway, bovine boy. I love you, you arrogant ass. I love your bull, I love you when you’re puking on your shoes, and I even love you when you’re getting bitch-pissy and up in my face.
“I adore everything about you, and goddammit, I don’t know how you did it, but my mother, who never likes anybody I bring home, loves you too. You are freakin’ stuck with me.” She smiled and nuzzled the hair exposed by the V in his shirt. “You got that, you bullheaded, kickass, hot-blooded, handsome as hell god?”
Enlil smiled from ear to ear. He bent and kissed Candy gently on the good side of her mouth, brushing his lips carefully over hers, using his tongue lightly, reverently. But his foul-mouthed goddess-to-be, totally in character, grabbed his head and yanked him down into full-forced, lip-lock, sucking his tongue into her mouth like she meant business. She ground up against him, put her hands around his hips to find his belt loops, then hooked her fingers in and insinuated him snuggly between her now spread legs. She was so frigging hot.
“And you better not start babying me,” she ordered, nipping at his bottom lip. “I want you hard, stripped, and in my bed, you hot god. We’re not waiting for my boo boo’s to heal. We’re not waiting for any frigging ceremony, and we’re not waiting for you to wrestle your beast into submission,” she ordered. “You got that?”
Enlil got it. The collar made sure of it. And gods help him, Candy would get it too.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Candy groused, nervous and cranky. She and Enlil needed to get this breaking in over and done with. It was making them both a wreck.
Despite what she’d told him while he remained under the influence of the collar, they had arrived back at her apartment and the first thing he’d done was usher her into the shower while he made breakfast. Fuck. She should have made her orders clearer.
They’d barely said a word to each other during the whole long meal, and now he took his bloody fucking time washing up the dishes. Candy eyeballed his collar. Thank the gods he still wore it, because enough was enough. There’d be no more waiting.
“Drop the sponge, bull boy.”
The item tumbled from his fingers into the soapy water, and Candy experienced instant gratification. So far so good. “Dry your hands and turn around.”
Enlil did what he was told, but made no pretense of being happy with her orders. “Calm down, Candy. We’ll do this. I just think we need to take it slow and easy. There’s no need to push you today. You’re bruised all over for the god’s sake, and…”
“What did I tell you before?” Candy hissed. Yeah. Enlil. Reasonable. But Candy would not back down. “Stand still and watch me.”
She planted herself across the kitchen from him and slowly stripped the T-shirt she’d donned off over her head. She wore no bra and her dark nipples jutted out, proclaiming their neediness, but her god couldn’t move to do anything about it. Good. She’d use torment as an incentive.
Enlil groaned. “Come on, Candy. Stop playing games. You’ll incite my bull.”
“If I do, will he fuck me?” she asked, trying to keep the tremor from her voice.
“He’ll touch you everywhere, and drive you insane with his mouth,” Enlil responded.
“Wrong answer.” She shook her head. Candy brought her own hands up to her breasts and lifted them, squeezing her nipples and groaning in pleasure. Her eyes appeared closed, but she kept one, hidden by lashes, trained on her target.
The sudden enormous bulge in his jeans confirmed he enjoyed the show. And yup, a horn peeked out of his head.
Candy smoothed her hands away from her breasts, rode them lightly over her ribcage, then slowly dipped them down into the waist of her sweatshorts. Her fingers inched provocatively forward until finally Enlil had no doubt she cradled her own hot little snatch. She shrugged and confirmed it for him.
“I’m warm and wet, Enlil.” She breathed his name and gave a little moan. “And you need to be naked. Take off your clothes.”
She stroked her own moist slit, while Enlil had no choice but to do away with his shirt and jeans.
“Ooh. Commando again.” She loved that about Enlil. Nothing unnecessary to hinder progress. His hard cock stood at complete attention and was lovely enough to bring a new flood of moisture to her already damp pussy. “Now come over here and pick me up. We need to bring this to the bedroom.”
“Candy.” His feet moved forward to comply, but he did not look happy. “Tell me not to let the bull out.” His voice came out in a hard-rumbling plea.
It seemed Enlil’s worst nightmare was that his animal self would hurt her and she’d end up hating him. Fine. She’d put him out of that misery. At least for now.
“No bull, Enlil. Got that?” she allowed.
He breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Got it, babe.” He practically flew across the room until she was swiftly brought aloft, cradled in his arms and firm up against his warm, hard chest. Her nervousness fell away. Hell, yeah. It was the gods damned waiting that had made her this anxious. She gave a sigh of relief.
“Put me on the bed.”
Enlil did as he was told, but couldn’t yet believe he was about to mate with his Chosen. After centuries and centuries of thinking he’d never find the one, he placed Candy gently on the comforter to make her his. Enlil stood rapt, looking down at his woman’s muscled arms, her lush breasts, and her velvety, supple six pack. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do next, and he almost laughed. Thank the gods for the collar. He waited for her next command.
“Come join me.” Her face showed need. “And then do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”
Enlil growled at that order. “But no bull,” he reminded his impulsive mate.
“Fine.” Candy didn’t argue. “No bull.”
Satisfied, Enlil knelt on the bed and slowly, deliberately drew Candy’s shorts down her legs, throwing them to the floor. He lowered himself next to her, lying on his stomach, with their bodies barely brushing. It was exqu
isite torture, and Enlil got that Candy was about to order more contact, therefore he swooped in and captured her lips. Still holding himself away, the only place they touched was where his hard, demanding mouth crushed down onto hers.
“Hurting you?” He eased back slightly to ask.
“Can’t even feel it,” Candy answered and damn if it wasn’t the answer he wanted. Enlil closed in once more. His hand cradled the back of her head, pressing her upward to ravage and plunder her mouth with his tongue, but she clearly wanted more. Candy squirmed in her need against him, then twisted her head to the side.
“Cover me with your body.” Her words were silky, but still an edict. Enlil did her bidding, but kept it slow, brushing the soft hairs of his chest against her sensitive nipples, before he settled into the cradle she made with her legs. His jutting cock pressed down onto her warm belly and she arched to create pressure against him with her pelvis that drove him mad.
“Let me taste you, Candy. I want my tongue up inside your pussy.”
Candy shook her head, eyes glittering. “Not what I want, Enlil.”
“Candy.” He tried to reason with her, but she dove down with her fingers and positioned the head of his cock against her pussy. She rubbed him there at her entrance and moaned. She was soaking wet. Enlil shuddered, knowing what she’d say next. He poised waiting, and she gave the order.
“Go for it, Enlil. One plunge. Make me yours.”
Candy opened her legs and arched to receive him. Enlil groaned. He had no choice. With a desperate cry, he drove himself forward, filling her tip to root. He felt the tear. She screamed.
“Stop, Enlil. Stop.”
He stilled above her, muscles quaking from the enormity of what she’d had him do. He was still deeply seated within her heat, and it was the tightest, most enjoyable place his prick had ever been.
“Dammit, Candy. I should have gone slowly. I hurt you,” he howled.
Her tears ripped his heart in two.
“I didn’t exactly give you a choice.” She wiggled beneath him, clearly trying in her valiant way to come to grips with the solid length of him filling her up. She took a few, tentative deep breaths.
“Will you move in and out? Just a little?” she asked in a very small voice.
His hips rocked, but it killed him to see her grimace. “Candy. Let me take care of this. Please.” Enlil wanted to be given control. He could make this good for her, he knew he could.
In answer, Candy reached up, opened the collar, and tossed it aside. Enlil was momentarily speechless as he looked at the bit of metal on the bed.
“That wasn’t what I meant. You’re not safe now.” He attempted to withdraw, but Candy used her muscular legs to wrap around the back of his thighs, holding him in.
“I’m not afraid of your bull, Enlil, and if he makes an appearance, he’s not going to hurt me.” Tears stood in her eyes, but her chin had that determined angle to it with which Enlil had become familiar. Dammit. She never made things easy, but he could do this for her. He could control himself, and make sure this experience blew her mind.
Enlil lifted his upper body and reached down between them. Without moving his seated cock, he worked his way through her damp curls and found her hot little button. He swept over it, once, twice, until the tenseness of her interior muscles loosened a little.
“That’s it, Candy,” he purred. “Feel that sweet pleasure. Just you and me and my big thumb making you feel really good.”
Candy shuddered as he continued to stroke, and when he dropped his head to suck on one nipple, her pussy opened to accept him even more.
“Better?” he asked.
Candy, unable to speak, witnessed a myriad of sensations rolling through her body that held her in thrall. Yeah it was good. Very, very good. After what had seemed very, very bad. She wanted more.
Candy flattened her back and arched slightly into their joining. The pain hadn’t gone, but nearly so, and it was rapidly being overtaken by something compelling, something more.
“Slow down, baby.” Enlil continued to tease her clit. “We have plenty of time.”
Candy wanted to disagree. Her climax built, despite the fact that Enlil hadn’t wiggled his cock an inch. Could you come from just being filled? It seemed like that shouldn’t happen, but Candy knew she was mostly there.
She wouldn’t be cheated though out of the total experience she was looking for. Candy wanted to feel like she was truly and finally being fucked. She urged Enlil on.
“Move in me,” Candy begged.
The sweat stood out on his brow from holding back, and he sighed as he slowly lowered onto her. He swiveled his hips back, and his prick receded, then gently slid forward again, bumping up against her clit with his crisp cock hair, his balls slapping lightly on her ass. Oh my gods. The multiple stimuli were sending her brain into overload.
“Again.” She wanted more, and Enlil remained much too careful for her liking. She dug her nails into his ass. She wanted to feel its muscles flex as he buried himself between her legs.
He finally relented when she gave him an assured smile. He pistoned his hips in earnest. His powerful muscles bunched over her and he worked his cock in and out. She became filled and stretched over and over, and it was all she could do to hang on and let him give her these sensations. Damn. It was good. So fucking good.
The flutter started deep within her womb. She was impossibly stretched, but at that moment―and she didn’t know how it could possibly happen―she opened for him even further, and his cock rocked her world.
He tweaked a nipple, groaning above her, and she didn’t even try to stifle the cry that came to her lips. He propelled her to the top with purposeful strokes, lifting her to crest the wave, and when the tsunami hit, she screamed her delight and clenched him between her raised hips. Her interior muscles worked into spasm around his hard rod, milking him with vigor. The convulsions continued for what seemed an eternity, and when she came down, Candy felt like she’d never been closer to anyone in her entire life than right now filled to the hilt with Enlil.
When reason returned, her hands slipped to his head, and she ran her fingers through his thick blond hair. She wanted his horns, but they weren’t there. He’d held his bull completely back to give her this bliss without plummeting over the abyss himself. That’s when she realized that Enlil had not climaxed. Well, fuck that.
With his head bent, and his eyes closed against her neck, Candy’s hand scrambled for the collar. When she touched the cold links she almost crowed her success, but bit back her triumph, instead working the circlet around to the back of his neck. Quickly she looped the ends together in front and clicked it into place.
“What the…”
She’d clearly startled Enlil, basking in what he imagined should have been a long afterglow to her orgasm. “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice came out angrily.
“It’s your turn my bull god,” she crooned, attempting to calm him. “That was unbelievable for me, and I want to return the favor.” Before he could react further, she ordered, “You will let your guard down and satisfy yourself.”
“Candy. No,” Enlil roared. She saw his horns sprout and his incisors dropped. His penis, which had remained stiff inside of her, grew steadily.
Candy had just accommodated Enlil’s god-size penis, now stretched to fit his even larger proportions. She swallowed in shock, but she couldn’t say it felt bad.
“Yes, Enlil.” Candy willed her body to relax. She stroked his horns, while he reluctantly let his true, unfettered nature emerge.
He groaned and buried his nose in her neck, while his slightly roughened hands stroked over her highly charged skin. Candy should have been scared, but turned out…not. She could tell he remained mostly Enlil with only a few minor changes, and she rapidly headed toward another orgasm, and―gods help her―this time it would be even more intense because she knew her mate would join her.
His pelvis drove into her at the same time his tongue laved her
begging nipples. She leaned over his bent head and bit the back of his neck in ecstasy. He growled, and rising, nipped her back, right in the sensitive spot behind her ear, thrusting in furious abandon. Here was the frenzy she’d been missing. This was her man, her god, her bull in his true state of arousal. She relished it. She yearned for it, and damn, it was hot.
Enlil quickly stiffened, howling above her, and she felt a surge in his cock that let her know he was about to come. The pure anticipation of him shooting his hot ejaculate deep into her womb snapped her last thread of control. She climbed to the edge of ecstasy again, clinging to his back this time, and exploded around him as he bathed the interior of her pussy. He pumped and flexed his hips while his eyes glittered down, meeting hers, filled with a love and yearning she’d never thought to see. Deep shudders wracked his enormous frame. Could anything possibly be better than this? Candy clutched him fiercely. He was hers forever more.
They were both breathing hard when Enlil’s horns retracted, morphing from his near-bull state back into his god visage. He rolled off her, his sex disengaging, but he dragged her body along with his to rest her squarely on top of him.
“You’re an idiot,” he groused, but kissed her on the nose. “I could have hurt you terribly.”
Candy smiled down at him. “No way,” she said smugly. “Both you and your bull love me. And by the way, the two of you are absolutely incredible.” She grinned down at him, happy to admit it.
“But you took an awful chance,” Enlil admonished.
Candy shrugged. “I figured if your bull had ever caused death-by-fucking before, you would have told me,” she smirked.
“Candy.” Enlil stilled beneath her, tense all of a sudden. “You’re the first woman who’s ever let him loose during sex.”
Candy skootched herself up. Her mouth fell open, stunned. “You’re shitting me,” she stated, incredulously. “Are you serious?”
He nodded his head and she scowled.
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