Eurus releases me with a slight frown as I dart into my bedroom to grab the jar of honey. Back in the sitting area, I set it on a low table, Eurus regarding me in curiosity.
The East Wind is, without a doubt, every alluring nightmare come to life: his form sprawled in artful repose, shirt and trousers unbuttoned, erection exposed, and the great span of his wings framing his powerful shoulders, a glittering mural of polished ebony.
I have lived my life thinkingmaybe notandbad ideaanddon’t be foolish. But no ill thoughts cloud my mind as I catch the hem of my gown and begin tugging it over my head. I toss it onto a nearby chair, followed by my undergarments.
His hungry gaze wanders south. It skims the slight rise of my breasts, travels down my stomach to the pink center between my spread legs.
“Bird.”
The endearment is ground down by desire. I know what he wants. He need say nothing else.
With the jar of honey in hand, I drop to my knees between his legs.
He straightens in surprise. His mouth parts, his eyes wholly black as he watches me open the lid with a softpop. I dip my pinky into the amber substance, then draw it into my mouth. The East Wind twitches as I suck it dry.
“I wonder what it would taste like on you,” I murmur, a question in my voice.
The intensity with which he studies me is like the sun. I am the wick, and he the flame, and look how luminously we burn. “Are you asking for my permission?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He shoves his trousers down to his ankles, where they catch around his boots. The muscles of his calves flex as he plucks the jar from my hand, dips a finger inside, and swipes honey over the swollen head of his cock.
He then inclines his chin, watching me through heavy lids. “Proceed.”
Heat scours my face. There is something particularly enticing in having supplicated myself, safe in the knowledge that Eurus would never truly take advantage. He might dictate the when and where, but I hold the reins.
Golden sweetness drips across the slit of his crown. It mixes with a translucent bead, the added weight causing the droplet to quiver as it reaches the lip and hangs there.
My mouth floods with saliva as I reach out to grip him. He is so large my hand cannot circle his girth fully. I’m apprehensive about whether he will be able to fit inside me, but I nudge that concern aside as I flutter the tip of my tongue along the length of his shaft before sucking the head into my mouth, bathing the broad shape in a wet heat.
A prolongedAhhcracks out as the East Wind tosses back his head. The sound is a torment. I suck him deeper.
“Fuck, your mouth will be the end of me.” At the next hard suck, he goes rigid. “Oh, gods.”
Soft laughter ripples outward from my throat and along his shaft. Eurus digs his heels into the rug, hips lifted. I interpret that as an invitation to add more honey, more sweetness. A slow, enthusiastic lick along the underside of his erection drives Eurus’ fingers into my hair. I wince at the sting along my scalp.
“Sorry,” he whispers, loosening his grip. He’s panting, eyes blurred.
My smile is far too smug. “Don’t apologize.” It is a heady feeling, having reduced this all-powerful deity to simple grunts.
I return to my sweet yet cruel ministrations. Eurus’ body tightens as I lure him to the edge before backing off. Again, I coax him nearer to completion. At one point, I add my hand to the mix so that every inch of his cock is wrapped in warm, delicious pressure.
“Bird.” His breath comes short. His hands make claws around the chair arms. “Feels… too good.”
I peek through my lowered lashes. Give a nice, long suck.
“Fuck!” Hauling me upright, the East Wind flips our positions so that I’m sprawled across the armchair and crushes his mouth onto mine.
The kiss stings, our mouths so fully mated I am convinced I have climbed inside his skin. The scent of his arousal fractures my thoughts, and I moan as he cups my breasts in his massive hands.
A hard pulse of warmth floods between my thighs. His rough palms scrape deliciously across my aching nipples, which he flicks playfully. He then replaces his hands with his tongue, dampening one nipple, pulling back so the cooler air draws it to a painful point.
Eventually, his dark eyes lift to mine. “I’d like to return the favor, bird. That is, if you’re up for it.”
He must sense my confusion, for he grips the tops of my thighs and tugs them wide so that I am bared indecently before him. His nostrils flare, and he dips his head near the glisten of my aroused flesh.
My heart stops. Just… collapses inside my chest.
