He was serious. Demanding nothing of me but my pleasure. His eyes glowed yellow as he made me cum again. He could feel all of my climaxes, experience the potent capacity of a woman’s pleasure by touching me and opening himself to the telepathic experience. No wonder his eyes could glow with just the lightestbrush from his fingertips, brushing gently over my engorged lips.
Anything but gentle and I knew I’d burst. I moaned and climaxed as he slipped a finger between my two outer lips and rubbed my clit nice and slow, getting his finger lubed with my juices as he traced slow circles around my clit, stimulating one climax after another as the lightest touch sent pleasure bombs bursting through me.
I wanted him to stop before I passed out. I couldn’t take the overwhelming surges of dopamine, a euphoria that both paralyzed me and awakened my awareness of every inch of my flesh. I needed to take a deep breath, to stop the sparkly silver stars from prickling at my lids and…
I gasped, my head craning upwards, wide awake. Kronos held the back of my neck.
“You passed out,” he whispered.
The bed was drenched. My pussy was drenched. I’d cum so hard that I nearly soaked through the mattress.
“Oh… I… I’ve never had anything like this happen before.”
“I think you achieved thirty climaxes at once.”
“Oh…”
“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. I allowed his kiss to settle into my flesh and hum in the background of my awareness.
“I don’t know how much more I can handle.”
“It’s alright, sweetling. As long as you’ve cum, I can handle it.”
“Cum? Is there really an alien word for that?”
“When we connected telepathically, I managed to absorb some of your slang.”
“Lucky, you,” I whispered, teasing him, and feeling light and airy, and peaceful.
I could find myself growing addicted to this. I reveled in existing at the center of his affections. I curled up in his arms and we went to sleep again. This time, when I dreamed of my son, I didn’t run away in fear, or deny him.
My dream ended with him saying, “Someone else is coming. When she comes, be ready.”
I pondered what he meant as I tossed and turned in the morning. For the first time, I’d awakened before Kronos.
“Kronos,” I whispered.
“Hm?”
He grunted and rolled awake.
“I was out last night,” he whispered, “After you fell asleep.”
“Out? Where did you go?”
“I met with the prince regarding our situation and we managed to stave off an attack from the confederates.”
“An attack?”
“I didn’t want to worry you. The threat is diffused, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“Let me be the judge of that.”
“Jess, we must discuss something difficult.”
I sensed his worry and nuzzled closer to him.
“What’s wrong?”
