I bobbed my head in agreement.
“Good,” Cas drawled. “Now spread your legs for me, doll.”
*The exchange in French:
“Hey, my friend? You want something nice for your girlfriend?”
“Yeah, what do you have?”
“A bit of everything, huh.”
Later, “Do you have something more magical?”
“Ah, I see what you want.”
And then,“How much does it cost?”
22
CAS
In the ages of memories I had, I recalled many women, including those considered the most beautiful in the world—Aphrodite, Helen, Kichijoten,Nefertiti,and yes, even the original Freya. I’d fucked many of them. As a mortal for my first twenty-six years, I had little time for the fairer sex, but I certainly made up for it the following century, drowning my sorrows in tits and cunts. Sex was as natural as breathing, as inconsequential as drinking a glass of water, on Olympus especially. I couldn’t say why touching Silver was different.
My cock was rock hard as I sank my fingers between her thighs, bypassing flooded panties. I’d barely even touched her, yet I was overcome with a feral need for her.
I knew this was all for show, part of our assignment. It shouldn’t have mattered. But I found that nothing else did. I didn’t give a single shit about the energy reserves. Those fuckers could have them. The important thing was the slender woman panting on my lap as I fucked her pussy with my fingers.
I took my time, slowing down when I could feel her walls tightening around me, strangling the digits I curled inside her heat.
Silver’s neck was highly sensitive, I learned as my tongue ran along it, from right under her ear to the crook between her neck and shoulder. My free hand, I brought to her tit, palming it softly. In truth, I wanted direct access to her skin, but she wore long sleeves, so that would have involved uncovering her tits, and then I’d have to kill all those humans for daring to look at her.
She was mine to behold. Mine to touch. Each of her desperate moans were mine, mine, mine.
The man in the stupid hat came to deliver our drinks, and started to smirk as he looked at us—ather. Then he caught my gaze and had the sense to scurry away without a word.
“Please,” Silver moaned, wriggling on my lap.
Fuck, she was so desperate for my cock she was ready to beg for it. I was moments away from getting it out and fucking her from underneath when the guy in the hat decided to risk life and limb.
“Hey, friends. Zey’re selling the magic stones now, if you’re still interested.”
“Yes,” Silver croaked weakly, straightening up a little. “Yes,” she repeated. “I want more magic.”
I didn’t. All I wanted was more of her moans, so I wrenched one more out of her with my thumb right at her clit.
That was when Silver tapped my thigh. Three times.
Fuck.
I let go immediately, my glare steady on the interloper with a death wish. “Whatever the lady wants. Lead the way.”
Hat Dude stood behind the bar, the box full of crystals open for the small audience, most in various states of undress, but I noted some looked like dealers more than customers.
He spoke in rapid-fire French that I wouldn’t have understood perfectly, but a short woman by his side translated each time he paused. “You’ve all tried the merchandise—it’s the best quality magic I’ve seen in my entire life, and you can have ten for two fifty, twenty for four hundred?—”
A man alone, in a suit, interrupted the sales pitch. “How about the whole lot?” he asked in a southern American accent. “What kind of a deal can you make for the full stock?”
The dealer’s eyes widened, greed evident as he considered his answer. “Zere are two ’undred in there. If you want it all, we can make a deal at erm?—”
