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Nia stays long enough to have dinner with me before leaving, and after that a nurse makes sure I take my second painkiller for the night. I was hoping it would be enough to knock me out, but it's already half past one, and sleep is still the furthest thing from my mind.
There are just too many thoughts running in my head, and the more I fret over them, the more I'm starting to realize that I've jumped from the frying pan of my old school and straight into this scary, beautiful fire called Rosethorne.
Now that I supposedly have someone divine working in my corner, Nia thinks I no longer have anything to worry about, but I'm scared it's the opposite. If what she said is true, then I have everything to worry about since mythology is filled with stories of how fickle and petty gods can be. They're gods, but they're not God, and they can be so destructively vengeful when they feel they've been slighted.
I may not know much about the doings of gods today, but I've read everything I can of their Old World stories, and from what I remember, gods only favor those who have been loyal to them from the start. Since I'm certainly not that...why would a demigod be interested in me? A favor given will always need to be a favor returned one way or another, and when I think of what I may be asked to pay for said favor...
It has me tossing and turning, tossing and turning, tossing and turning until I find myself slowly floating down into a world of night skies and stars. I'm befuddled at first, but it lasts only for a moment, and then the truth simply dawns on me.
One: I must be dreaming again because—-
Two: I'm naked, and—-
Three: If I happen to be naked in my dream, then that only means one thing.
Shit!
Not again!
I whirl around, and a beast as ferocious as it is familiar is staring back at me with eyes of gold and blue. It's resting on its haunches, and its very stillness somehow makes it even more powerful and intimidating. No ordinary creature can be so still. But then...there isn't anything ordinary about it, is there?
A demigod, or maybe even a full-blooded god, wanted you here.
That's what Nia said earlier, and now it's become so perfectly clear.
"You made Rosethorne take me in," I say unevenly. "Didn't you?"
Yes.
The beast hasn't even opened its mouth, but I can understand it somehow, like it's spelling its thoughts out to me. And of course, the only reason that's possible is because the beast is not actually a beast...and it's time I make myself face this.
"Are you a demigod?"
It takes all of my courage to utter the words, but I end up needing even more courage when the beast purrs out its answer in my mind.
Do I feel like one to you?
Shit, shit, shit.
I can see you understand what I mean.
I briefly consider denying this, but it's because I do understand what the beast means that I see no point to it. The beast before me is divine alright, but it's no demigod like I feared. Instead, it's worse...because this beast is a full-fledged god, and that just means I'm absolutely fucked.
I can sense something is wrong.
Is that a joke? Of course something's wrong! He's a god, and—-
Is it your knee? Is it paining you?
The questions make me stiffen in a mixture of shock and wariness. "How do you know about my knee?" Actually...why does it seem like everyone in this school already know about my stupid knee? The thing's never even made it to the news—-
I know everything about you.
And just like that I go from distracted to unnerved. My instincts tell me he's only speaking the truth. This god does know everything about me, and so it only begs the question—-
"Why do you want me here?"
Do you really not know?
I shake my head.
I am a man first, a god second.
What is this beast saying?
And I want what every man wants from a woman.
Stunned isn't even enough to describe the state what I'm in, and I can only stumble back as I mentally grapple with his words. Did I just hear what I just heard?
You doubt me, do you not?
"Enjoy talking like Yoda, do you not?"
It's a top-notch comeback, if I do say so myself, but as soon as the words are out, I'm kicking myself in the head and wondering if perhaps stupidity is genetic.
I've never wanted to follow in my biological parents' footsteps and die a fated death. Never. So what the hell has come over me five seconds ago that I'd say something as incredibly asinine as—-
Whoa.
What's that weird rumbling sound I'm hearing in my mind?
My gaze flies back to the beast, and the gleam in its gold-and-blue eyes pretty much confirms it.
The beast - I mean, god, I need to start thinking it's a god now - the god is actually laughing!
A god with an actual sense of humor.
Who would've imagined such a thing's—-
SHIT.
My eyes feel like they're about to pop out as I watch the god transform out of its bestial form, and he does it oh so slowly, too—-
So, so slowly that it's almost as if the beast is taunting me to deny the obvious, and shit, shit, shit, I need to be out of here, never mind if here is a dream world of star-dotted skies, and I don't actually have any idea how to escape it.
I just know I need to put as much distance between us as possible, but the moment I spin around, I already feel strong fingers circling my wrist—-
Shiiiiit!
I try twisting away just as his head dips down, and my body jerks in shock when I feel his mouth latch to the side of my neck. The god is a beast no longer. He's a man now, and one who seems fully intent in driving me crazy as he starts sucking on my neck.
No, no, no!
I can almost feel him laughing at me, like he finds it amusing how I'm struggling but failing to resist him. It incenses me, of course. It makes me want to slap him so bad that I'm this close to ignoring everything I know about fated deaths and just going for it. But...
How can I when his mouth is so, so good at what he does?
Heat consumes me every time his mouth touches my skin, and when I feel his arms start to move, all I can do is squeeze my eyes shut in helpless anticipation—-
Aaaaaah!
His hands are once again kneading my breasts, harder and more passionately than he did in our first dream, and I'm lost.
A cry spills past my lips, and I can only gaze shakily down at his bent head as he continues to mark my neck with his mouth and fondle my breasts with his large, strong hands. His hair, it's the same shade as the fur of his bestial form, and they look so temptingly soft I want to run my fingers through his platinum blond locks.
It's stupid and shameful, but when I suddenly feel his mouth gently easing off my neck, I actually have to bite back the words of protest. Why has he stopped—-
Ooooooh.
His fingers have suddenly changed course, and another cry escapes me as my nipples enjoy a man's caress for the very first time. He's tweaking and rolling the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger, and he's not being gentle at all about it. Instead, he's doing it with just the right amount of roughness, and when he suddenly pinches my nipples, I also feel his breath caress my ear at the same time as the god spells out a question in my mind—-
You like that?
He pinches my nipples yet again, and I can only gasp and shudder.
Tell me you like it.
I barely manage to shake my head, but this only makes the god's chest rumble behind me in silent mirth.
Grrrr.
A human's feelings is one of the few things in this world that gods have no power over, and so I know I only have myself to blame for the way my body is reacting to every touch of his fingers. This god is too good, dammit. Too, too good, and when he suddenly spins me around—-
Control yourself, Halyna!
But my body might as well be a separate entity all on its own, with the way every inch of me melts the moment his mouth replaces one of his hands, and his lips immediately fasten to my breast.
Aaaaah!
His tongue slowly laves around one pouting nipple, and a frenzy of sensations strikes every burning cell of my body. The way this god is making me go out of my mind with need is too much, and I'm not ready for it.
"Please let go—-" I hit his shoulders as I try pushing him away, but he doesn't even budge, and the words only make him start sucking on my nipple, and oh sweet merciful Greek heavens...
Too much, it's just too, too much pleasure—-
I watch dazedly as my fingers uncurl from his shoulders...in order to start combing through the ash-blond locks of his hair...until they end up clutching his head to my breast.
His tongue lashes against my nipple over and over, and my head eventually falls back as jolts of pleasure electrify my flesh. His mouth moves to my other breast, and my body starts to writhe.
Shameless, I'm so shameless.
The realization is mortifying, but it doesn't make the pleasure fade. Instead, it only intensifies, and when I feel the god scraping my nipple with his teeth just as his hand squeezes my other breast hard, the pleasure coursing through my veins reaches its zenith—-
Oooooooooooh—-
And I start to cum, for the very first time in my life.