She's tight and warm and perfect, almost sobbing with pleasure as she clutches me. Her dripping body is so perfectly fucking maleable as I give her time to adjust to having me inside her.
"There you go," I praise, my voice strained as pleasure already starts to curl down my spine. "Gods, you're so damn good at asking for what you need. This is all yours—I'mall yours."
Heidi moans and clings to me tighter when I start moving, keeping the pace slow.
I keep my strokes slow and deep, holding her tight and whispering how good she's taking it. There will be plenty of time later to fuck her as hard and desperately as we'll both need. I enjoyed every second of watching Heidi get stretched and pounded by the others, and how godsdamn good she sucked Kaenon's cock.
But right now, I want this languid pace. This intimacy.
She starts to tremble, clenching slightly around me. "Asher," she whispers, her lips trailing along my neck. "Gods. Gods, I'm—I'm going to come."
"Good. You deserve to come," I murmur, keeping my pace exactly the same despite the need starting to twist my balls in its vice-like grip. "Fuck, I wish you could see how fucking gorgeous you are, dripping wet and trembling on my cock like this. You're so pretty it hurts, Heidi."
She shudders and gasps, clenching up tightly around me, so oversensitized after all the attention that she's nearly sobbing as she comes all over my dick. The moment I know she's taken care of, I pull out of her quickly, cum shooting all over her stomach as my cock jerks. I swear as euphoria washes over me, joining all the butterflies and crippling pleasure.
"Oh mygods," she groans, slack as a rag doll after her last release. "That was…wow.Wow."
Gently, I set her down on the tiled shower floor and immediately have to fight a laugh when she slumps against me. I have to wrap an arm around her to keep her upright as she moans again.
"I feel. So good," Heidi mumbles, shutting her eyes.
She's exhausted.
I don't blame her. I'm sure it takes a lot out of anyone to take dick as good as she does.
Kissing the top of her head, I make sure she's steady on her feet before releasing her, turning to grab her shampoo. I thought her eyes were still closed, but now that my bare back is to her, Heidi inhales in surprise.
"That's a beautiful tattoo."
I pause, reaching behind me to graze the massive golden phoenix emblazoned on my back with the tips of my fingers.
Heidi is mine now, and I'm hers, so I may as well share.
"It's not a tattoo. It's a blessing. Arati gave it to me."
When I turn, her mouth is hanging open, brown eyes wide. "What? You've met thequeen of the gods?When?"
"Want the short version, or the sob story?" I ask, pouring some of her shampoo out onto my hands and rubbing them together for suds.
"I want to hear all about it," she insists. "I didn't even know the gods gave people blessings like this."
"It's rare," I admit.
I adjust her position under the spray until I can start massaging the shampoo into her scalp. Her eyes shut in pleasure as I talk.
"My mom was an atypical caster who got pregnant with me too early with a guy who wasn't great to us," I tell her. I want to spare her the details of the years of drunken beatings, but if she wants to know how I got Arati's blessing, she needs to know. "When things started getting bad and a well-meaning man got worried about our safety and confronted my father, he left that guy on the brink of death in our little apartment's bathtub and moved us across the country. We moved around for a while after that, always trying to find a new start, but things got a lot worse."
"How worse?" she whispers, her brow furrowed as I continue to shampoo her hair.
I pause before deciding to just tell her. "He started pimping out my mom."
She looks nauseous.
"I was too young to know what was really going on for a while, but one night, when my father had been drinking too much like usual, my mom came home in bad shape. Someone else had hurt her, and she started screaming at my dad. When he knocked her down and kept going at her, I realized he was going to kill her if I didn't do something. So I tried to fight him. It didn't matter how hard that fucker hit me—I wouldn't stay down. Too dumb to know when I was beat, I guess."
Heidi opens teary eyes to look at me, shaking her head. "No. You were brave."
I move her back under the spray, tipping her head to thoroughly rinse the bubbles out of her hair. I can tell she's worried that sharing this is upsetting me, but honestly, washing her pretty hair takes up a good chunk of my focus.
