His brow creased, and that fleeting moment of fear become a solid knot in her throat, a knot which dropped hard into the pit of her stomach as he shifted to rise, pulling her off of him and leaving her kneeling uncertainly on the couch.
She gaped up at him, still searching for the words to apologize, when he froze her racing thoughts by undoing his own wrap and tossing it to the side. She couldn’t help but stare at the large, erect cock which stood proudly before her. The knot of fear melted along with the rest of her insides until she was sure there must be a small pool of her slowly running down her thighs. The sensation was only increased by the low, heated growl of his voice as he spoke.
“You tell me.”
Her eyes darted up to his and saw something her addled mind chose to interpret as understanding. Though it was hard to tell with all that fearsome, raw lust simmering there as well.
She had two choices, she decided. She could give into the emotion which was rapidly clawing its way up her throat and threatening to turn her into a weepy disgusting mess, or she could channel her sudden rush of relief and gratitude into something a little more productive.
He grunted as her lips came down around the head of his cock, and his hips jerked instinctively forward, causing him to press roughly against the back of her throat. She swallowed to keep from choking and just pressed back until her eyes watered, desperate to get as much as she could into her mouth. It wasn’t much, considering he had been right about it not being his growing ego she need be concerned about. But she could care less. Instead she sucked and licked at the thick head as if her life depended on it, her hands gently squeezing the unattended shaft, sliding lower as her mouth followed, eager and adoring.
He groaned above her and she felt him capture her hair, lifting it away from her face to better watch her progress. She looked up to see his reaction just as her tongue was flicking teasingly up the seam of his heavy sack, her hands still sliding along his now wet cock. The sight of him standing over her, his powerful chest heaving in time with her own, pulled a low moan from her throat.
He pulsed against her hands, jerking as if to wrest out of her control, but her mouth followed, moving wetly back up the shaft, even as she dropped one of her hands down to her own thighs. He wasn’t the only one pulsing like that. The needful throb had rapidly built to a demanding ache, and she could only groan in relief and buck her hips as her hand found her swollen clit and pinched it hard between her fingers.
His eyes dropped also, watching intently as she worked her hand between her clenched thighs. A horrible, wonderful thought occurred to her and she pursued it before she could think better of it. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she shifted her knees apart, leaning back a little farther as her thighs spread wide.
She watched his face carefully and realized that he didn’t seem to notice that her mouth had left him. Nor did he seem to notice when she also released his cock in order to lean back on one hand. She was practically shaking, feeling a level of terrified excitement she hadn’t felt since her first encounters with him.
That excitement only grew as she bit her lip and slowly pressed two slim fingers into her own slick center. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breath caught in her throat as she felt the walls of her excited pussy clamped down hard around her fingers. She ground against her palm, working faster, and pushing her fingers as deep as they would go… but it wasn’t deep enough… not anywhere near enough.
She opened her eyes again, looking for that which she knew would most certainly satisfy the intense ache. The sight that greeted her nearly sent her over the edge, and pulled a low sound of want from her throat. Thelios had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly pumping the thick shaft as he continued to watch her grind desperately against her fingers, his gaze burning down into her but impossible to look away from. She couldn’t begin to explain why, but the sight of him stroking himself like he was… was just… so…
Calliope gasped in surprise, nearly falling backward as his other hand lashed out and pulled her wrist from between her legs. His grip kept her from falling, and he pulled her back up toward him, forcing her up on her knees and surprising her again by taking her two fingers deep into his mouth and lashing them clean with his tongue.
“Oh god…” she rasped, and reached out for him. She didn’t quite get the chance, as instead of pulling her to him, he snatched her up by the waist and near tossed her over one massive shoulder. He knocked the breath from her completely as he tossed her a moment later on the soft, over-sized bed.
The bed frame groaned as his weight join her, and his massive hands wrap around her hips, turning her onto her stomach and pulling her up to her hands and knees. She grasped the silken covers beneath her, half-holding her breath as she felt the thick head of his cock rudely grind against her exposed sex.
He shifted her weight so that her stomach rested over his arm, freeing his other hand to aim and press the tip of his head deeper into her folds. She groaned in response and thanked what gods she could that she was as wet as she was. Even after having taken him so often… this was almost like being with him that first time. He was indeed larger and the added girth stretched her right up to that point of near pain.
But that was the only mercy she was to receive, and once that heavy crown was fully inside her, he held nothing back, shoving the rest in with a breathtakingly quick thrust before slowly withdrawing, letting her feel everything… and then thrusting again. And again.
Relentlessly he pounded into her with ever greater speed and insistence, lifting her hips well off the bed as she clutched at the sheets, whimpering and crying out like a feral cat in heat. She could feel herself clenching around him with each thrust, could feel herself jerk and spasm with breath taking intensity. She could hardly tell if the tightness clamping down around her heart and clutching at her insides was some sort of torturous, unending climax, or the warning of immanent death.
At some point she felt her knees hit the blankets once more, and felt his body slide over hers, his arm still pinning her as he fucked deeply into her. The other held him over her on one elbow, letting her fall to the bed. His mouth came down, just as hard and hot as the rest of him, against her shoulder, his teeth nipping at her skin.
“Have I told you how good you taste?” He growled against her ear.
She let out what would have been a laugh if she hadn’t been too busy panting for air.