She gasped and felt herself burn with excited embarrassment as first cool air and then a hot, wet mouth passed over the small, hidden star of her anus. Then passed again… and again.
Calliope bit her lip and held her breath. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt his tongue or fingers brush or press her there… but this time he seemed to linger. She bowed her head and thrust her hips up, trying to ignore the conflicting urges to pull away and push back, and instead encouraged him back to safer grounds. She failed, and instead of sliding back to satisfy the throbbing of her sex, he paused and replaced his tongue with the pads of his fingers.
She shifted nervously as he toyed with the tight little knot of flesh, noticing, after a nerve wracking moment, that his fingers were slicker than they should be. She was certainly wet enough herself, but this was a different sensation entirely.
“M-master?” She stuttered out in a horse voice, casting a nervous glance over her shoulder. She regretted it when she saw the small, dark smile on his face as he knelt over her, and even more so when she spotted the unstopped vial on a little table near the head of the bed. It was probably her imagination, but she thought the scent of olive oil had joined with the scents of incense and arousal suspended in the air around them.
She started to sputter something, but he hushed her and ran a firm hand up her back, massaging her neck and shoulders in a way not unlike their first night together. The parallel did little to ease her fear.
She gasped as one thick digit pressed into her. The pain was minimal compared to the strangeness… and shame, of the act. “Th-Thelios, please.” She whimpered. “Not… I… n-” She choked on the already incoherent words as he worked deeper into her.
“Relax.” He suggested calmly. She shook her head vehemently. He was sliding now, back and forth within her, the oil easing his way. All she could focus on was the sensation of his moving in her. A particularly deep stroke made her gasp, and made her empty cunt clench.
“Can’t… this-this isn’t right.”
He paused his slow fucking of her ass, and she felt his body lean over hers. When he spoke his breath was hot against the nape of her neck. “Why not?”
“I-it’s not done by…” she whispered softly, then fell off in a groan, both from the sensation and from the sudden wave of understanding. It wasn’t done by women of repute… good women… wives. It was done by whores… or by slaves. He made it so easy to forget what she really was. She felt a lump in her throat and squeezed shut her eyes.
“Well?”
She nodded faintly. “You-you’re right Master.” She choked out, then added in a hoarse whisper, “I’ll… try.”
He said nothing more, but after another long pause was moving in her again. She offered no more resistance, only buried her burning face in her arms and squeezed the balled sheets into her hands.
It was difficult to obey, to relax. Or it was until his free hand slid along the underside of her body, toying with her breasts before moving back to cup her sex, squeezing and massaging the swollen flesh of her pussy and slowly pressing into her to curl his fingers deeper inside her. The next sound that came out of her mouth was most certainly not one of fear or pain.
And indeed, despite the initial discomfort, she found herself rocking her hips against his two probing hands, doubly impaling herself on his fingers, giving in finally and allowing herself to chase after the gratification which had been eluding her.
It was strange and unfamiliar, this way to pleasure… but she couldn’t deny the effect it was having on her. How could she when, despite her flushed, embarrassed cheeks, she was panting and thrusting against him with feverish need.
It wasn’t long before all pain faded completely and she was too distracted by this new building to worry about anything else… but then one finger became two.
She grunted softly, though her hips never ceased their restless shifting as he stretched her wider. The pain returned, but this time there was something else there now as well, something strange and dark…. and utterly erotic. She found herself pushing back against him with panting groans, wanting that strange something even deeper inside of her, forcing herself past the pain to follow it.
Behind her, above her… all around her, she could feel him, could feel his own desire building. His breath was rough and harsh and his stroking fingers became that much more demanding. So close… she was so close…
And then it was gone, all of it. She cried out at the loss, grinding her hips in the air, her mind focused on nothing but the overwhelming sense of gaping emptiness she felt. So full… she’d been so full…
She moaned in both pleasure and fear as she felt him press tighter to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he ground his hips into her ass, letting the thick length of his cock slide between the globes of her now well oiled flesh. The mushroomed head was so hot and hard against her that, despite her trepidation, she found herself rocking her hips against him whenever it pressed against that small entrance.
Calliope tried to relax, to accept it… but she couldn’t. She tensed up and shut her eyes tight, waiting for the pain she knew was coming.
She gasped in surprise, her eyes flying open as he slid into her… and as the willing flesh of her incredibly wet cunt fluttered around his more than welcome length. Her moment of shock was tinged with no little relief as he slid slowly in and out of her sex… but there was perhaps a pang of disappointment as well.
She cast a glance over her shoulder at him, questioning… he seemed to have been waiting for it. His hand caught in her hair, pulling her face back toward him as he leaned in over her. She half swooned at the feel of him as the movement forced him deeper within her, and at the sensation of his teeth and fangs grazing the length of her neck… and the sharp tug of his fist in her hair. The moan that escaped her was rough and raw.
“Not tonight. But be assured, I will fuck this ass eventually.” He promised her, digging his two fingers back into the tight, oiled flesh, filling her once more. So very full. She felt her insides clench, sending a warm, wet flood down his retreating cock. His dark laugh did nothing to stop the waves of heat and lightening running through her. “You like that, do you?”
She didn’t answer. It was hardly necessary when, as always, the answer was so humiliatingly obvious. She was grateful he didn’t require she say it aloud and merely continued to slide in and out of her body in a slow and unhurried way.
Her climax came over her in slow waves, as if from some distance place, radiating in a kind of strange dark energy out from her center, to some distant point far outside of her body, pulling and stretching her along with it. She heard a low, deep sound from that same far off place- distant, indistinct words, spoken in a low voice, a voice which itself became a consuming caress, filling her and wrenching from her that exquisite agony until there was simply nothing left in her to take.
Calliope could only hang on, half limp beneath him, marveling at the feeling. So full… she’d never have thought she could feel so… that he could fill her more than he already had…