Lienna.
“Put it in your mouth.” Hermes ordered and I stiffened, staring at him with wide eyes. My heart pounding, I swallowed the lump in my throat and lowered my gaze to the slowly hardening member in my hands. Remembering all his teachings, I lowered my head bringing out my tongue to lick the tip of him while gripping his shaft ore firmly. Hermes tensed, his cock jerking in my hands as he grew larger, harder and hotter.
My blood began to froth, a wave of pleasure crashing through me. Encouraged, I put the tip of him into my mouth and began to suck while pumping his shaft with my hands, low groans of pleasure escaping my lips. I could his body tensing even more, the cock in my hands growing bigger, veins beginning to appear on its side. I began to drool, wanting to take more of him into my mouth.
I pulled out, slackening my jaw and returned him back. This time, I focused to sucking the head while I ran my fists up and down his cock, occasionally playing with his balls. Hermes began to groan, throwing his head back in what I could only assume was pleasure.
“That’s it… Just like that. Worship my cock.” He groaned, slipping a hands into my hair. I hummed a response, my body trembling as I continued to suck him, dribbling my saliva all over him for ease of movements. I didn’t think I would get pleasure from this act I was doing but when my body began to hum, more wetness dripping out of me, I realized I was wrong. For some reason, serving him made me extremely excited and I was eager to bring him to completion with my hands and mouth.
I doubled down on my efforts, enjoying as he grunted and growled, the deep sounds of pleasure causing my core to spasm, clenching over nothing. His grip iny hair tightened as he offered words of encouragement, his hips already thrusting to meet my movements. I couldn’t yet take him as deep as I’d like, so I just focused on sucking the top while I pumped him up and down. Something warm and salty exploded in my mouth, causing me to pause as I pulled him from my mouth. I turned my hazy gaze to his lust darkened ones, noticing how heavy his breathing was.
“That’s just my pre-cum.” He said, his voice gruff. “You have a long way to go if you want to suck me to completion. So get to work,” he growled, pushing my head back down. I immediately opened taking him until I had reached my limit and began the process of sucking him while pumping him with my hands. His groans filled my ears, making me more enflamed and I began to crave my own release as well. But Hermes said I had a long way to go.
I’d run my tongue at the underside of his cock, feeling his grip tighten in my hair. That must be another sensitive part of him, I noted with pleasure. Throwing all inhibitions and self preservation aside, I focused on giving him pleasure, desperate to bring him to edge and make him have his release. It took a while, and I was already getting tired from my bobbing up and down, my mouth growing heavy but he eventually stilled and released.
Hot jets of his semen hit the back of my throat, causing me to choke and gag on his cock, tears springing into my eyes and slipping out. But it seemed like my suffering only caused him more pleasure as he wouldn’t stop jerking into my mouth until I had enough and pulled away, letting the last of his release land on my face and neck. He shuddered heavily, laying limp on the couch while taking huge lungfuls of breath. I stood between his legs, blinking rapidly, my mouth still flooded with his essence and some dripping down my face.
Finally, he got a hold of himself and looked at me. “That wasn’t bad for your first time.” He finally said, looking at me with a warm of satisfaction in his eyes. “Though, you still have a long way to go before you become perfect.” He said and I widened my eyes. Really?
“I think next time, I’m going to make you do it all with your mouth, no pumping with your hands. We’re definitely going to like that more.” He said to himself before glancing at me. “You can rise now.” He said.
I managed to get to my feet, but my feet were trembling and it was a struggle to find my balance. Even worse, I was throbbing so hard, eager to get out of here and get some relief. Or maybe a cold shower. Whichever one I could do first.
“Can I take my leave now?” I asked, my body still trembling.
“Yes… After you get you reward.” He said and I paused. Reward? What did he mean by that? He began to pat his laps. “Sit on my lap.” He ordered.
I stiffened at first before gingerly climbing onto his sturdy thighs, a wave of embarrassment crashing through me, my cheeks burning. He turned me around so I was facing the door leading to the bedroom and spread my legs apart, causing me to yelp, my heart racing. Slipping a hand into my gown, he used the other to free my buttons and ropes that held my dress together, his fingers searching for and finding my most intimate parts. I flinched, trying to stop by grabbing his hands but he just grunted in displeasure.
His thick fingers began to play with my sensitive folds, already slippery from my wetness and I moaned, throwing my head back as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I gasped when he began to rub on that sensitive nub hidden beneath my folds, reminding of similar actions Adonis had done the night before. My hips began to grind against his fingers, seeking more friction, an act he gladly obliged to as he slipped a fingers into my dripping core, my insides clenched around the slender digit.
I rolled my head to the side, feeling lightheaded from pleasure. This was so different yet similar to the effects of the aphrodisiac. “You love to please…” Hermes groaned into my ears, nibbling on my earlobe as he pushed his fingers into me again, pistoning in and out as he stretched me to their limits. “It’s in your innate character. Look at how wet you got from pleasuring me.” He groaned ans I whimpered, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.
His sturdy fingers continued their teasing, finding a sensitive spot inside me that he began to nudge with his fingers. I shook, pulling at his clothes, soft cries erupting from my lips. I was completely at his mercy. “Next time you’re with us…” He began, slipping a second finger into me. “Focus on pleasuring us and you’ll get your own pleasure.” He growled, picking up his space.
Unable to take it any longer, I came apart, my insides clenching hard around his fingers, as broken sobs spilled from my mouth. My body was shaking and it felt like I was floating. When I finally came down from my high, I realized that I was laying sprawled against Hermes. Forcing my legs to move, I climbed down from his thighs, my legs still unsteady. “Thank you…” I muttered, shakily tying back the bindings of my clothes that he had loosened and doing my best to look presentable. Hermes didn’t say anything, just continued to watch me with a peculiar look in his eyes.
Once I was through, I bowed my head and staggered out of Hermes’ chambers, and out of his wing, trying to process what had just happened. My mind was reeling, my body still humming with pleasure. I couldn’t believe what I had just experienced, and with Hermes, of all people.
On my way to the maids’ quarters, I saw King Caspian approach my way, his tall, imposing figure making my heart skip a beat. Panicking slightly, I tried to see if I could avoid him, but it was too late. Caspian had already spotted me, and he made his way towards me with a purposeful stride.
I bowed my head, chewing on my lower lip, my heart racing in my chest. “Your Majesty…” I greeted when he was finally close enough, trying to sound calm and composed.
“Where are you coming from?” He asked, his deep voice firm but curious.
I peeked a glance at him, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. “I’m coming from King Hermes’ residence, Your Majesty.” I replied, watching as he furrowed his brows in concern.
“Was he mean to you?” He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I felt my cheeks burn even more as I answered, “No, quite the opposite actually.” I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with Caspian, especially after what had just happened with Hermes. It was awkward talking to him after I’ve just received an orgasm from Hermes.
King Caspian didn’t say anything, just continued to peer at me with an indescribable look on his face, as if trying to read my thoughts. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and I couldn’t take it any longer.
“I have to go now, Your Majesty,” I said, delivering a quick bow, trying to escape the awkwardness.
“Of course…” Caspian answered, waving his hand in dismissal.
I nodded and hurried out of his presence, getting to the maids’ quarters and then to my room as quickly as possible. Throwing myself down on the bed, I let out a soundless scream.
What’s my life turning into?