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I really thought hitting this divinely infuriating god would comfort me, but I just end up feeling even worse the moment I hear him grunt with pain.
That's one strong right hook you have there, moraki mou.
I try my hardest to smile, but all I'm able to do is mumble two words. "I'm sorry." Most gods would have killed me on the spot just for breathing a little too loud, but this one actually cracks a joke.
Invisible arms pull me into a warm embrace, and I start fighting back tears when the god's lips touch the top of my head. I hate myself for hurting him physically like that, and I hate myself even more that he continues to treat me with tenderness despite it.
Physical violence is never an excuse, not even when it's a woman hitting a man, and when I find myself recalling the cracking sound I heard as my fist connected with the god's jaw—-
Shit, shit, shit.
There's no way to stem the tide this time, and tears start trailing down my cheeks.
I am not worth your tears. You did nothing wrong.
I deserve what you did.
"Yes, you did," I can't help agreeing between sobs, "but I still shouldn't have done it."
You would never have done such a thing...if I had not hurt you first.
He's right, of course, but this only makes me cry harder. It's not that I'm particularly hurt or sad, but I think...there's simply too much happening all at once, and I just need to cry it all out.
I'm sorry, little bird.
The god sweeps me up in his arms, and I feel so weary and drained it doesn't even occur to me to resist. He lays me down on silken sheets, but I don't let go. I have so many questions to ask of him, and I just can't wait any longer. "Are you really the god behind Sub Rosa?"
Yes.
I kind of expected that, but it still makes my chest squeeze all the same. "Why did you hide it from me?"
A heartbeat of silence passes before I hear him answer.
Because I knew you would've hated it.
I consider denying it, but I can't. "I do hate it," I admit glumly. "I hate it very much."
There you go.
"What if I make you choose between me and the order?"
Are you going to ask it of me?
I consider lying again, but it's impossible. Maybe it's because there's been so much dishonesty lately, but in the end, all I can do is tell the truth. "No." Even if it puts me at a disadvantage, I just can't bear uttering another lie. "I'd never ask it of you."
There you go.
I know I'm supposed to be groveling a bit right now, but...
"I swear to God, if you say that one more time—-"
I'm sorry, moraki mou. I was only teasing you.
His words mollify me, but the moment I feel his lips brush against my forehead, my heart grows heavy, and I know it's time I stop delaying the inevitable. "I have something to tell you," I mutter jerkily. "Earlier, the professor and I..."
I know, little bird.
My gaze lifts up to a god that my eyes can't discern, but whose soundless words allow me to touch his soul. And in his soul...I find none of the things I fear. I really thought he'd hate me. Blame me for letting it happen. But all I can sense from his words is understanding.
You were in danger, and the kiss was meant to take you back to safety.
"And that's truly it?" My arms loosen around his neck, and I shift restlessly under him. I know I should be thankful he really does understand what happened, but I'm not. Because if it were me in his shoes—-
Images suddenly flash in my mind, some real and others imagined, but both equally painful because they all point to the same thing: the god, using his lips to leave the order's mark on another woman's skin.
My god, kissing another woman's skin—-
MY god.
And just like that I feel as if I'm about to burst with rage and hurt.
"I guess I'm just not as reasonable as you," I hear myself say, and above me I feel the god stiffen. "Because if I were in your position, and I was, I'd feel bad about it, and actually, I do and I am feeling bad about it—-" My voice starts to rise, but I find myself unable to control it. "I know it's in the past, but I don't care. I just have to imagine you leaving your stupid mark with your lips, and it hurts, dammit—-"
I'm sorry, moraki mou. I'm sorry.
His mouth covers mine, and although my mind tells me I should make him grovel some more—-
My body thinks differently, my exhausted heart begs for a reprieve, and when I think about the fact that I almost lost my life in the memory world—-
Fuck groveling.
My lips part under his, and my whole body goes up in flames as his tongue drives inside my mouth. I kiss him back hungrily, my need more than matching his, and I find myself taking the initiative for the first time.
My tongue enters his mouth without being asked, and I feel the god stiffen above me...just before he reverses our positions with a quick roll on the bed. I'm suddenly on top of him, and a sultry and powerful thrill courses through my veins. I cup his face and kiss him harder, and I feel the god shudder against me. I try to mimic the movements of his tongue as I explore his mouth, and it has the god squeezing my ass hard with his big, strong hands. I moan against his mouth as my nipples scrape his chest, and when my breasts start to ache, something wild seems to seize control of me. I lean deeper into our kiss as I begin rubbing myself against him, and the moment I do, it's as if a switch's turned on, and all I can do is whimper when the god wills our clothes away in a flash.
He's naked, I'm naked, and a dazed laugh slips past my lips even as I shake my head up at him with mock indignation. "Cheater!"
The god responds by nuzzling the valley between my breasts, just so I can feel him smirking against my skin. I beat his shoulders, and his chest rumbles. I try to shove him away, but both of us know I don't really mean it. I'm just playing hard to get...and the god chooses to play along as he retaliates by turning his head to the side—-
Aaaaah!
He's given my pouting nipple a quick hard bite, and as electrifying pleasure makes my body arch up involuntarily, I feel his hands possessively skimming the sides of my body just as his next words roll out in my mind.
I want to make you my woman tonight, moraki mou.
My toes curl hard at his words, but I'm more excited than frightened even though I've never had sex. If he had wanted a shy little virgin, I doubt this god would've wanted me in the first place. He wants me to be just me, and me being me—-
"It's about time you did, kyrios."
Fingers squeeze my breast hard, and I think it's probably safe to say that my god and master has found my cheekiness more than satisfactory. It makes me want to tease him some more, to be honest...but rational thought becomes impossible the moment he plumps one breast and takes my nipple into his mouth.
I arch and moan, my head falling back as I find myself straddling the god's powerful body while my fingers drive through his silky-soft locks. I clutch his head tightly to my chest as he starts to suck harder, one nipple at a time.
The pleasure is indescribable and immeasurable, and it soon turns into this piercing and restless need that has me whimpering endlessly when the god's mouth finally leaves my nipples and starts trailing down my stomach.
He rolls me to my back just as his mouth hovers above my crotch, and he throws my legs over his broad-feeling shoulders just before his tongue starts lining my folds.
"Kyrios!"
I can only gasp the word out as my body buckles against his mouth, but his hands soon pin my body back down to the bed...just as his tongue pushes inside my moist and swollen core. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, and my nails rake his back as his tongue thrusts faster and faster inside of me.
"Please, kyrios, please..."
My orgasm is so, so close, but it's not what I'm begging him for—-
And he knows it.
His tongue lines my quivering folds one last time, and just as my body arches anew, I feel the god spreading my legs open—-
Yes, yes, oh, sweet Greek heavens, yes!
He thrusts inside of me, the flash of pain catching me off guard, and I can't help crying out as his divine cock rips past the thin barrier of my virginity.
I am sorry for hurting you.
The god gently touches my face as he speaks, and I can't help rubbing my cheek against his palm. "It's fine, kyrios." His possession of my body still hurts, actually, but it's the kind of hurt that I welcome. Pain means this is real even if I can't see him. Pain means we're connected even if the professor and the rest of the world believe humans and the gods aren't meant to be together.
And last of all, pain also means the god has a really big and thick cock...that every inch of my pussy feels it when he starts to withdraw.
My nails dig deep into his back as I feel him slowly drive back down, and I can't help but moan as he does it again...but just a little bit harder and deeper this time.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
It's the most exquisite of rhythms that has me clutching his shoulders, and I can only moan anew when the rhythm steadily changes. He's moving faster. Then harder again. And deeper. Deeper and deeper until I feel like he's fucking me all the way to my womb—-
"Kyrios..."
I never thought I'd be the noisy type when having sex. And maybe I'm really not. Except when it's a god fucking me divinely—-
Because really, there's no other word for it.
The way he touches and kisses, the way he's stuffing me and wringing moans and whimpers out of my throat - everything he does to my body is divine, and all I can do is shudder and submit blindly to his mastery.
"Kyrios, kyrios..."
My voice starts coming out in pants, and my hips begin moving desperately on its own. I'm close. So, so close, and as the god's thrusts become rougher and less controlled, I know it's the same for him, too. He's just as close, so, so close—-
The god's mouth latches suddenly to the side of my neck, and just as the mark on my skin burns, it proves to be that last little push both of us need to fall off a sensual cliff. We start to cum, fiercely and simultaneously, my legs winding tightly around his waist as he sucks harder on my neck, and my eyes rolling back as he begins to pump his hot, thick seed into me.