Chapter 8
Shyla
Chirping birds awaken me and pull me into an unfamiliar setting. Plush green foliage all around me, white sands and a clear blue ocean in the distance. A bright sun I cannot feel and cute animals playing in the distance. I sit up to discover I’m completely naked but there’s no sign of Iam. As if summoned, he appears just as naked and wet. It takes a moment for me to remember he was a puppy the last time I saw him.
“Where did you take me?” I question the fiery god.
He shakes like a wet puppy then jumps in the plush bed next to me. Unsurprisingly he’s completely dry and his hair is styled by the time he lands next to me.
“Good morning to you too,” he teases, his mood closer to the one I’m accustomed to encountering.
He nuzzles my neck and my body reacts like the addict I am. “Good morning. Now, where are we?”
“Your house,” he responds. Just as he says it the scene begins to fall away as my bedroom comes into focus. I don’t even need to ask how we got back here. “I thought you’d want to wake up in paradise.”
“So, you can create illusions, too?”
Iam’s beard tickles my face when he sucks on my ear. “I have yet to show you the things I can do.”
He leans to taste my lips, but I turn away. “I just woke up. I need to pee and brush my teeth,” I explain as I try to get off the bed.
Iam didn’t touch me, yet I fall back on the bed as if I was pushed. I feel refreshed and the urge to pee is gone.
Never deny me kisses.
I didn’t know he could growl telepathically. He grabs my face, turning it to him and covers my lips with his. His tongue slides into my now minty mouth. Moaning, I give in like an addict who’s tired of hiding and sink my fingers in his hair. The kiss is possessive, but I know he’s holding back. He’s a dealer giving me the good stuff to keep me hooked but not enough to get me high. The moves on, placing kisses on my body as he creates a downward trail. I arch when his lips reach my navel.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t touch you, but your pussy calls me, begging to be claimed. It wants to suck my dick deep inside and give my cum a home.” He closes his eyes and inhales my scent like it’s the most intoxicating aroma he’s ever encountered. Iam’s eyes glow green when he locks me in his stare. “You want me so bad.”
It’s true. There’s no point in denying it. He can read my mind if he chooses.
“Did we have sex last night?”
He cocks his head to the side and studies me like I’m stupid. “Are you sore? Do you have any bruises? Do you feel me in your blood like you’re coming down from the ultimate high?” I shake my head. “Then no. Who in the fuck do you think I am that you could forget if I were inside of you?”
“You could have erased my memory,” I offer.
He rubs his beard on my inner thigh and my brand glows gold. He begins tracing it with the tip of his tongue but picks up our conversation telepathically.
True but never that. It’d be the opposite. I wouldn’t make you forget; I’d make it replay in your head over and over until you cum from the memory. Like this.
My head falls back as I’m pulled into the memory of him fucking me. It’s so vivid I feel like it’s happening again. The glow of the soft light in his room falls over his sinewy body, highlighting his muscles as they contract with each life altering thrust. As promised, I cum as I cum in the memory. Once it falls away and I realign myself with reality, I notice Iam is fully dressed and leaning on my window.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
“I have shit to do today. Don’t bother getting mad and coming to my house, I won’t be there.”
“But you said I was ready,” I whine, disappointed that he’s being stingy.
He smirks. “I said your pussy is calling me, not your heart.”
He disappears like an asshole.
Asshole.
Be ready for our date tomorrow night at seven.
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