Enemy of the Gods Ch. 02

"After, baby. Let me love you first."

She felt her insides moisten. Reaching forward, she cupped his face, locking her lips with his as she backed up to the middle of the mattress. He followed her, crawling on top of her body, covering her completely under him.

"Where is my brother?" She asked as he leaned forward, licking her earlobe, inhaling her scent there before kissing a trail down.

"In another room."

Relieved, she lay back, enjoying the soft kisses, turning so that her neck was elongated for him. He put one arm behind her neck, lifting it up slightly as he sucked down her neck to her collarbone. His free hand went between her legs, cupping her sex, pressing against it with a slow, sensuous rhythm.

Sighing contentedly, she rest her hands on his shoulders, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath, then let her palms slide sideways, leisurely rubbing down his torso, before looping around his slim waist to his back, progressing downward and behind to his firm buttocks.

She gave one of them a pinch. Damien chuckled, and she felt his smile next to her neck. She laughed, tossing her head to the side, squeaking when he bit on her neck. He rose up above her, looking into her eyes, his fingers thrumming on the outside of her pussy as he smiled down at her.

She smiled back at him, enjoying the slight ticklish sensation down there, before he pressed a finger in, moving it slowly in and out. Her smile faded slowly into a moan with the stimulation, and she saw the lust in his eyes ignite as he watched her, his gaze burning into her skin, making it blush warmly. His finger moved faster inside her, milking her walls with the continued friction, pulling the groans from deep within her belly as he curled that finger on her insides, massaging those tight walls.

He repeated the action, again and again. Her breathing hitched, nether regions tightening with need. Instinctively, she pushed her hands against the mattress, wriggling her hips, trying to escape the building, burning ache that he alone stoked within her. His free hand grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head as he inserted another finger, holding her still to his sweet torture.

"You're so wet." He said lewdly, forcing her insides open with his penetrating digits. Her weeping channel was hot, wonton and aching, and when he leaned forward to lave a sensitive nipple, she felt those nerves jolt, like a current of electricity buzzing through her body straight to her core, igniting a soft ripple around his fingers. The tension within her did not dissipate. Instead, it burnt hotter and more unbearable. She gasped, legs kicking against the mattress, trying to escape this furnace of desire.

"Ungh." She gasped, her throat dry. He held her pinned arms more firmly down, and her back arched off the bed with the movement of her wrangling legs.

He removed his fingers, drawing a trail of liquid out with the action. Her eyes snapped open as she drew in soft breaths of air, watching transfixed as he absentmindedly put those wet fingers into his mouth, sucking her nectar off. She groaned, unable to move, still pinned as he kneed her legs open.

Her heart beat fast with erotic desire as he positioned his thighs over hers, then pressed down with his weight, pushing her, splayed open, into the mattress. Her thighs burned with the stretch, all the way down to her soft, silky pussy, so desperate to be filled. Wrists pinned and thighs spread, she couldn't move.

"Damien," she moaned, her voice trembling with passion. "You're still so... domineering."

His blue eyes twinkled as he looked down at her, taking in every inch of her naked body. She felt her face turn red with embarrassment. Pursing her lips, she turned to the side, avoiding his eyes.

"You're still so shy." He whispered.

She felt the blunt tip of him at her entrance, hot and hard, and sucked in a deep breath of air, bracing for entry. Yet instead of penetrating her, he rubbed along her clit, sliding with her juices, increasing the ache in her loins but doing nothing to relieve it.

She closed her eyes, thinking that he had missed, waiting for him to try again. And again he missed. She mewled in frustrating, then heard his chuckle above her. He was doing this on purpose!

"Damien..." She whined.

"You like that?" He asked.

"No..." She shook her head. His chuckle broke into laughter as he did it again. She tried to squirm out of his control, but he held her immobile.

"You're not going anywhere." He whispered, continuing to tease her.

"Damien... please..."

"Tell me." He grunted above her.

"Please..." She begged, her aching desire boiling over into frustration.

His hot breath was by her ear. "Tell me that you want me in your pussy."

"Um..." She grunted as the pressure built within, unsatisfied.

"Tell me, sweetie."

Her entire body was hot and tense, waiting for him to push in, yet all he did was rub against her clit, teasing her outer walls.

"Please!" She cried, pushing hard against him, unable to move an inch in this position, held on the precipice of agitated agony.

"Tell me." He chuckled, kissing her softly on the cheek. "It sounds so dirty coming from your sweet lips. I like to hear it."

She tried to lift herself onto him, but his weight bearing down on her thighs was too heavy.

"Ungh, I want..." She turned into his glinting blue eyes. He was laughing at her. Enjoying her mortification.

"Damien..." She whined, trying to avoid saying the words.

"My sweet, shy baby. Tell me that you want me to fuck your pussy." He kissed her on the cheek.

"... in my pussy." She conceded, frowning at how horny she was.

"What was that?" She could hear the smile in his voice. He might have been enjoying her discomfort, but her sexual mortification was turning into irritation.

Psychi wasn't used to not getting what she wanted. All her life she had been the sister of Emperor Pneuma, not a subject of anyone's childish amusement. Normally, she would have tried to exercise more self-control over her temper. But here, in the throes of passion, to be brought to the precipice and then kept there, no relief in sight, not even able to move her body to help herself, she felt a bubbling desire... to throttle him.

"Stop playing." She warned.

"You know what a marriage alliance means, right?" He teased further.

In her hazy, sexually frustrated mind, she found deep offense at his playful words. How could he bring up important state matters, things that caused her such anxiety, at a time like this, when she was pinned, naked and wanting, under him?

She snapped, her eyes turning to black embers, the light in the room instantly extinguished with the sudden movement of magic, plunging the room into darkness.

Damien's eyes glowed blue above her as he drew upon his own magic. "You know," he chided, no longer smiling with that silly expression, "in Anderra, it's considered rude to use magic in bed."

His irises flitted to the sides of the room, and the torches burst into flames again. Psychi felt the magic flow from him, the power of it exciting her, sending a jolt straight down to her core.

Her eyes softened when she saw that he was, once again, a serious, rational being, not that annoying, mischievous imp who kept teasing her to annoyance. He turned back to her, smirking triumphantly as the magic faded from his eyes, obviously feeling good at having undone the malfunction that she had caused with the lights. She thought that his handsome face and sculped body were so seductive.

Damn him. She was already wet for him, primed for sex, her insides begging to be filled. She really needed him to get to it!

"It's nothing to do with any alliance, Damien." She said sharply, then smiled to herself as she stretched to lean back leisurely upon the mattress, whispering with self confidence powered by all that residual frustration. "I want you to fuck me in my pussy because I love you."

She watched his eyes widen in surprise, his jaw dropping slightly, then congratulated herself for succeeding in her shock tactics as she turned to the side, exposing her neck to his attention.

"Mmm..." She moaned lowly in the dim light.

"Sweetheart..." Damien rasped above her, shifting his weight to grab her ankles. She felt him pull her legs open, his urgency exciting her. "You're so going to regret what you just said."

He threw her legs over his shoulders, then rammed forward, thrusting fully into her wet slickness. She welcomed him, heat on heat, her soft folds around his hardness, the ache in her rising to a crescendo with their union. His hands rest on her breast, cupping them, pressing them before he leaned forward to feed one into his mouth, hungrily suckling as he rammed into her.

Her body rose off the bed, breath coming out in gasps with his violent possession. She reveled in his domination, each push bringing heightened satisfaction as well as a pulsing need for more. She moaned in tandem with his heavy thrusts, her body squeezing around him, the tension within her fed to greater heights with his frantic pounding.

Finally, her insides could bear the searing tension no longer. It gripped his thickness, spasming all around it in blissful release.

He was still hard when he withdrew. She lay limp on the bed, boneless from the orgasm. He gently picked her up, then sat back, pulling her into his lap. She turned backward to look at him, wanting to say something, but he put a finger under her chin, tilting her head back and taking her mouth in his.

She loved the feel of those warm lips, the tenderness of his kiss as she came down from her high. She leaned back against him, feeling his warm, solid chest. His dick was still thick and hard behind her, resting on her spine. She knew what was next.

His hands snaked down between her legs, cupping her sex, then pressing on it, once, then twice, firm but gentle. She put her hands on his thighs, lifting herself a little higher, squatting on his lap. She felt his hands hold open her pussy lips, then the hard dick was back at her entrance, where it belonged.

Once they were aligned, she slowly sank down. One of his arms looped around her waist, another wrapped around her chest, a large palm gropping her breast. She tilted her head back to him again, and once more he took her lips.

He slipped in more easily this time, but still the thickness of him pressured her tight walls, filling her deeply. This time, she moved her thighs, up and down, slowly as he guided her with his hold.

"You're mine." He whispered between kisses.

"You understand that?" He asked, hand squeezing her breast, another one rubbing her clit. She gasped.

"Tell me that you understand it."

"I know..." She rasped.

"We'll always be together." He whispered, kissing down her neck.

"Yea." She sighed, her heart singing with his sweet promise.

His grip on her body tightened, his dominance coming to the fore again. Whilst she had been controlling the pace earlier, now he was the one moving her up and down.

"I'm... going to cum again if you do that." She gasped.

He smiled next to her, thumb circling lazily on her clit. "You cum when I go hard, don't you."

She leaned back, nodding her head shyly against his chest.

He shifted behind her, pushing her forward to lie with her back facing him, before he lay horizontally over her prone body, resting his weight on his elbows braced on either side of her. Her legs were thrown apart and, with one powerful thrust, he pushed inside.

"Ah!" She cried into the sheets. He pressed down on her back, hands pinning her wrists by the side, then pounded into her, rough and fast.

"Am I hurting you?" He rasped.

"Don't stop." She moaned under him. She was so hot now that if he teased her again, she didn't know what she would do.

He grunted, his own self control on the brink. "I can't stop."

Her breathing was ragged, insides burning with the friction, small bursts of tremors igniting with the violent rubbing sensation.

"Damien, do you feel good..." She asked.

"Yes!" He hissed, pummeling her harder, lifting her off the bed with the force of his ardor.

"In my...pussy?" She gasped teasingly.

He released her hands, freeing himself to cup her face, turning it toward him as he sucked on her lips.

"Yes." He grunted. "In your hot. Tight. Pussy."

The pressure was too intense, his heavy breathing serenating her body into heightened arousal. His hands moved down to squeeze both of her nipples, and she felt her insides explode in orgasm, milking his throbbing dick as warm liquid erupted inside her. They both fell forward, heaving with the exertion.

Finally, sated from the sex, she felt her senses and rationality return to her. She realized, now, that he had tried to discuss the alliance with her, and she had so naively shut him off!

"Damien," she squealed tentatively, "should we discuss the terms now..."

Damien leaned forward, kissing her on the shoulder from behind. He gently moved her hair over her ear, then whispered into it.

"Sweetheart, I love you so much."

She turned to look at him. He was waiting for her, eyes expectant.

"I love you too." She said quickly, getting that out of the way. "But, our delegates are waiting for us to tell them the terms..."

He shut her off, taking her mouth in his. "There can be no terms."

"But!" She immediately retorted, body tense at the shockingly disappointing words.

He chuckled, that rumble deep and teasing, his palm resting on her back, soothing her freshly frayed nerves.

"My people and your people will be as one, just as we are, sweetie."