“Not… in… so many… words…” she managed, causing him to let out his own broken chuckle, even as he continued to drive into her. “Y-you were… right. It wasn’t y-your… ego… I had to… ah…” She gritted her teeth and whimpered at another round of stomach twisting spasms caused her to arch her back and press her hips desperately into his body.
He paused inside of her then shifted, rolling them both onto their sides, holding her tightly to him from behind with one arm around her waist and the other hooking under her knee to open her wide.
She looked down and gazed breathlessly at the view of her naked sex as it seemed to spread almost obscenely around the thick, dark shaft. She moaned as the glistening cock stretched her flesh impossibly tight, finding herself almost as aroused by the sight as she was by the sensation.
She continued to watch, rapt, as the hand around her waist caught one of her own and slipped lower. Both of their fingers moved to her stretched pussy, lightly caressing the taut flesh, and resting at the juncture of their bodies. The sight, the wonderful ache of his slowly fucking… and now the sear of his cock sliding beneath their intertwined fingers… it was all too much. With one more keening gasp she writhed against him, gripping his fingers tightly as her body clenched around his in climax.
For a moment he held her there, pressing deeply into her to keep from being forced from her body… but as soon as she began to relax he moved again inside of her, even faster than before, keeping her riding the edge of pleasure until it began to bleed back into pain. She wasn’t sure if she should beg him to keep going or to stop and end her torment.
His arm released her leg, letting it fall over his thigh and crossed over her breasts, hooking around her shoulder so that he could drive into her that much faster. “You were wrong.” He murmured. She frowned slightly in confusion, but couldn’t muster much more thought or response than that as she continued to buck against him.
“Fair to middling.” He explained in another harsh whisper, never slowing his thrusts. “You are neither fair… nor middling. You are dark… and you are exquisite… and you are mine.”
For a brief and stunning moment his words cut through the haze of her lust and arousal, shocking her into awareness, grasping her heart and squeezing it hard, and then they thrust her right back into it, and then over the edge- past the edge: a moment of gasping awareness followed by a sheer plunge into blinding darkness as her body crashed around his.
“Thelios… I-”
The sound of her broken cry brought her back even before she felt the hand come down over her mouth.
The dismayed cry that followed was muffled and lost, as were her confused whimpers as her body submitted to the continuing after effects of her climax, even while her mind began to race. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, hot and pounding, and knew he had joined her and was pouring his seed into her. The sensation… or the thought… sent her into another series of spine twisting tremors.
For a long time after, she merely quivered against him, stunned. Eventually his hand eased off her mouth, his fingers trailing down her throat, as the rest of him shifted next to her until she was leaning back against him. She turned her face to his, but the angle kept her from seeing his expression.
“I… I’m so sorry. I… master… I–” He cut her off by sliding his hand back up to briefly cover her lips, tapping them lightly with one of his fingers. She turned a little more and they slid away. His eyes were closed, but when he opened them, there was no anger there. “I’m sorry.” She whispered again.
He moved again, settling her onto her back. He sighed and his hand came down over her hair and traced down her cheek. “It’s fine. It’s not likely anyone was close enough to hear. And it was hardly intentional.” He leaned in and kissed the side of her cheek.
He said nothing more and simply rolled onto his back, releasing her and closed his eyes with another heavy, sated sigh.
She lay where she was, unmoving, watching him. She’d said his name… loudly. She’d cried it… practically screamed it. God… what a mess. He’d told her it was so important not to. Thelios, she thought, the moment slipping back into her mind as she watched him breathe. That hadn’t been the whole thought. She felt that old inexplicable feeling crawling back up her throat, that strange emotion which needled her and made a mess of her sensibilities. But it wasn’t so inexplicable or strange, not now that she knew exactly what it was. She knew because she’d just about said it out loud.
‘Thelios,’ she thought as his eyes cracked open slightly and he gave her a side long smirk, and reached out to pull her back up against his side, ‘Thelios… I love you.’
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Last night had been wonderful, and awful… but mostly wonderful. Calliope grunted in unladylike annoyance at the cacophony of irrational and distracting thoughts which kept filling her head. All morning she’d been trying to shake them, but they just wouldn’t leave her alone, no matter how hard she tried to push them into the back corners of her mind.
She had slipped from bed early, letting Thelios sleep and dressed in the other room so as not to disturb him. She’d also made sure she had a few moments alone to be ill if it became necessary. Unfortunately it had, though it was mostly just nausea as she’d eaten nothing the night before and therefore had little to lose. Not that it made the experience any more pleasant.
After that she’d busied herself checking what few belongings she’d brought. It wasn’t much to check since Demitri and his own things were in another room, a thought which sent her exploring a little once her stomach was sufficiently settled and up to the task.
Most of the rooms in the suite seemed to be set up with the idea that the occupant would be both entertaining a good number of guests and supporting a small army of servants. Naturally they were all empty and useless in Thelios’s case. She couldn’t imagine him using any more space than he already had.