Page 33 of The Whims of Gods


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“You look fucking delicious, Helios,” he says.

I blush to my ears. “You’ve seen me naked before. When I was in the lake.”

“And it took all I had not to devour you with my eyes.”

I moan and kiss him again. So, he wanted me too for a while. That’s a relief. I knew I had seen something in his eyes the day I asked him to take me on theBeetle. Back then, I expected him to abuse my offer to serve him, just like Oliver did. And yet now I’m the one who wants to abuse his hospitality.

His fingers slide beneath the waistbands of my pants and pull them down. My erection pops out of its confinement, and I groan at the sudden friction. Griffin’s eyes zero in on my cock, and his pupils widen, taking over the red irises. Like a cat seeing prey. It should scare me, but it doesn’t.

I know that I’m a little over the average size for my height. At least nobody ever complained.

Griffin licks his lips and says, “Can I touch you?”

“If you don’t, I might explode and die.”

He laughs and surprises me by dropping to his knees. I squeal as his warm tongue licks the head of my cock. In one swift motion, he swallows me. I grab the back of his head for dear life as my knees buckle.

“Oh…fuck… if you do that, I won’t last long…” I gasp. “It’s been a while since I had sex.”

“I don’t care. Come whenever you want, Helios.”

“Fuuuuuck.”

He grabs my right leg and puts it over his shoulder; his free hand is holding me by the waist and keeping me in place. I watch him for a moment as he sucks my dick, and it takes everything I have not to come. His canines are visible, but he’s so careful that they don’t touch me. His tongue is pointy and slightly longer than normal humans. I never noticed before. The head of my cock hits the back of his throat over and over again. Who knew he had that skill? I can’t stop the waves of pleasure that crash over me relentlessly, taking me under and filling my lungs with lust. I try to keep my eyes open, but it’s worse. Griffin is watching me closely as he sucks my dick. His pupils are dilated, and he looks lost in rapture, too. I never thought I would see the day when he looked at me like this.

“Oh gods,” I say, “I’m sorry… I’m co—”

I try to push him away because maybe he doesn’t want to have me come down his throat. But Griffin gets a hold of my hips and keeps me in place as generous spurts of semen explode inside his mouth.

When it’s finally over, he pulls away and licks his lips. His pointy tongue is shiny with my semen. He swallows everything.

Oh, gods…

I melt over him as soon as it’s over. I can’t remember the last time I came this hard. I can’t remember anything, really. There is no more blood pumping into my brain.

Griffin gathers me into his arms, and I rest my face over his warm chest. I realize that we’ve never really touched before. It feels wonderful.

“Let’s take care of you,” I say once I’ve recovered enough to form words.

Griffin chuckles and caresses my nape. “It’s okay for now. I’m good.”

“But—”

“It’s okay.”

He’s tense now. I guess he’s still scared of showing me his body. He’s right. It’s okay. I’m a patient man.

“You’ll show me the tentacles flying out of your ass, one way or the other,” I say, burying my face in his neck.

Griffin laughs. “Is that so?”

“Hell, yes.” I’ve successfully managed to release the tension. I look around his bedroom and say, “Would you mind if I took a look at your bookshelves? I need reading material.”

“You’ve finished all the other ones already?” he asks.

“No… Yes. Yes, I did.”

He laughs and gestures at the books. “Have your pick.”