Among The Gods 01: Cardinal Sins

In the dark yard, Eli untied the string that kept his loose trousers tight around his waist, easing them down. His hard penis sprung up immediately, earning a sharp intake of breath from him as warm skin came in contact with cold air. It was throbbing, the head already wet with a thin film of white fluid that seemed to shine faintly in the half moonlight. Below it, his testicles pulled tight to his body, filled with a fiery ache.

He took a deep breath, leaning back against the rough stone wall of the inn, hidden in the shadow under the eaves of its peaked roof. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his hand around himself, winching slightly as he grazed the sensitive pouch.

Gently, he began to work himself, slow, gentle strokes gliding the skin of his manhood up and down the hard shaft. He pulled back gently, rolling his foreskin back over the deep purple head, gasping again as cold air hit his sensitive glans. White fluid pooled together at tip and separated, a single fat drop falling to the grass below.

His mind wandered back over the day, thrilling slightly at the tryst he had stumbled on between Dina and Roth. And then, of course, the woman in the park. In the privacy of the shadows, somehow safe from the judgement of the Monolith, he could admit that she was undeniably beautiful. Mia was beautiful, of course - she had always been, in his eyes - but there had been a raw and unrestrained physicality about the woman that he couldn't define. Her generous, rounded hips, her round, soft breasts and small, pert nipples, her blissful smile, her wild hair, cast out of place by her frenzied movements. Eli did not know the word sensual, but that is what she had been: everything about her had shouted (no, it had moaned) gratification - and a complete lack of shame in that fact. It was that shameless openness, that wantonness, that brought her back to his mind again and again.

Mia bit her bottom lip. It was... wrong. It was wrong to touch herself in this way. It was a wanton action (as per Edict 73). She knew this - knew all the edicts dedicated to it, warning against falling to base and lustful desires. And yet, while her mind definitely knew the difference between right and wrong, it seemed that her body had its own moral compass, which couldn't care less about the words of the Monolith right now.

The first thing she noticed about her sex was the wetness. It coated the lips of her labia, and had even leaked out a little, making her inner thighs slick. It was not the thin, easily wiped away wetness of water, but a thick, slick, persistent wetness - one that made it easy for her fingers to slide over the parts she knew she shouldn't be touching. She couldn't help but picture the women again, the full lips of her labia shining in the sunlight - wet, just like her. "I am unclean," she whispered hoarsely to herself. Still, she couldn't force herself to stop.

Another image flickered into her head - the one image she had tried harder to banish than any other. At some point during the encounter, as the woman lay on the warm stone, lost in her sluttish pursuits, Mia had almost reflexively stolen a glance at Eli. Perhaps she was hoping to see him turning away in disgust, to give her the strength to do the same. But he had not been turning away: he had been staring, his eyes tracing over the wanton woman's body, following the lines of her curves, absorbing the details of the hairless folds between her legs, completely bare and open to observation in the bright afternoon light. She couldn't help but imagine how Eli might look at her, if he walked in and found her with her hand -

A sudden ripple of sensation pulsed from between her legs, sending too-pleasant shivers down her legs and up her spine. She felt her nipples - small and dark against her tight, full breasts - harden against the loose shirt she was wearing. That... should not happen. She shouldn't think of Eli like that. Of his eyes following her own curves, tracing the lines of her hips and stomach, down to the patch of dark blonde hair that covered her intimate parts, peering at the lips as she teased them apart with her fingers - A small whimper escaped her throat. "I... am... unclean..." she whispered.

In the yard, Eli breathed long, easy breaths as his hand worked along his shaft, going slow and careful so as to avoid jostling his current source of pain. His hand stroked from the base, pulling his foreskin almost all the way back over the head, then up to the head itself, fingers rubbing over the sensitive ridge of his glans. It felt good. Technically it was a sin, but it still felt good.

In his mind's eye, he played the scene in the park out over again, watching as the woman expertly manipulated her body. He had not seen what Mia's reaction had been, being too fixated on what was going on. It was only when she grabbed his arm and started to drag him away that he had come back to himself, as if a spell was broken. Maybe it had been. Maybe.

But Eli hadn't felt enspelled. He had felt the same natural, instinctual pull towards the woman as he had often felt to others over the years - and none more than Mia. Beautiful Mia, with her full lipped smile, bright eyes, and slight edge of impish humour that had kept him enthralled since before he was a man. In his mind's eye, a new image began to develop: a garden of flowers, a stone slab, and Mia - Mia naked, painted in golden sunlight, skin shining, lips smiling, legs open...

He grunted, feeling a pressure begin to build.

Mia - or rather, Mia's hand, operating seemingly of its own volition - had developed a good rhythm now. Her fingers rested on either side of the small nub of pleasure above her labia, rubbing it in small, steady circles. It had felt strange at first - wrong, but not bad. Undeniably evil, but not disgusting. Not enlightened or pure, but somehow natural, like eating or breathing - something her body wanted and needed. Deep in her core, she could feel a tension building. She felt like she was ascending a mountain - only she wasn't struggling and puffing as she worked against gravity, but bounding up its steep slopes like the earth had lost its claim on her. Something unspoken told her not to fear the peak of the mountain, that when she reached it she would not fall - she would fly.

In her mind, she kept seeing the woman. It wasn't the woman's body that held her attention (not just her body, at any rate). Rather, she couldn't get the woman's face - her blissful, tranquil expression - out of her head. She was, without a doubt, shameless, impure, and wanton, touching herself for the entertainment of others, moaning her pleasure (and Mia now firmly understood that it was pleasure that made her moan) to the open air without a shade of embarrassment. It was despicable.

And Mia wanted to be her.

She couldn't help it. This sinful activity felt so primordially good, and she wanted to keep doing it, and doing so openly, without a care who might see. Maybe being seen would even be a... not terrible thing. Depending on who was doing the seeing. Especially if that person was Eli.

Eli. She thought of his expression again, mouth agape, eyes bright and searching, face open and fascinated - no disgust, only curiosity, maybe even delight. For just a moment, she imagined Eli walking into the room right now, only in her mind she wasn't hiding under a blanket - she was bare skinned and brazen, body naked, legs open wide so that he could see her rubbing her fingers around her clitoris over and over and over -

When the peak of that invisible mountain came, it came suddenly, almost completely without warning. The building pressure in her sex was suddenly unleashed like a breaking dam, sending waves of indescribably pleasure throughout her body, making her legs shake, her toes curl, her back arch. Her lungs drew in a deep lungful of air, and she barely managed to clamp her free hand over her mouth before that breath came out in a high, quavering moan. It lasted for both a moment, and forever, her body on fire with it. And then, sweating profusely, gasping for air like she has been underwater, she collapsed onto the bed, her hand slipping out of her night clothes to lie twitching beside her.

Eli's breath was becoming more laboured as his own peak approached. His head was still filled with dreams of Mia - Mia naked and moaning, eyes bright and inviting, mouth smiling. He imagined her exploring her own body, watching with delight as he showed her how he handled his own. Maybe she would touch herself until she peaked for him, back arched, and body shaking, low sensual moans escaping from her throat to fill the bright air. Maybe then she would take him by the hand and draw him close to her, kissing him and she guided him into her -

It began as an itch, deep in the most sensitive part of him, and he grabbed the wall with his free hand, knowing what was coming. A moment later, the itch was scratched as pleasure surged up the length of his manhood, erupting into the night as an arc of white, glowing in the moonlight. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his natural moans down into a single long, animalistic growl as his testicles pulsed and pumped, sending shock after shock of fulfilling pleasure up the length of his penis - three thick, strong arcs, then four, five, six. After the seventh, the sharp edge of the pleasure eased, and he slumped against the wall, barely holding his knees straight as his member continued to throb dully, dripping more white onto the ground in front of him. He pulled ragged breaths into his lungs as the sharp pain in his pouch receded, replaced by a dull ache. It would still be tender, but at least he would be able to sleep now.

When he had gotten his breath back, he kicked at the streaks of his seed on the ground, covering them up as best he could with grass and dirt. Not that he suspected Dina or Roth would care, if they came out here and saw. But still. Then, he redressed himself, and crept back upstairs to bed, where Mia was lying, still as deeply asleep as she had been when he left.