Her eyes go wide.
“You want me to pleasure you, to fill you, but not to breed you?” I suggest.
“Y…yes,” she replies.
“Then I will not hook you, little ember, merely fill you to the brim.”
I remove my pants in less than a nova-second, slowly running my hand up and down my slippery shaft.
“Then you need to taste me, my sweet, because without my seed, your tight little cunt will never take me.”
I swipe my fingers over my leaking tip and offer them up to her mouth. Lydia looks at me.
“Tongue,” I order.
She puts out the tiny tip, all pink and moist. I think I’m going to spill right there, in my hand. Instead, I think very hard about the vegetation surrounding us and how much of it is deadly as I place a drop of my seed on her tongue.
“Oh,” she says, lapping it down. “Oh!” she exclaims as the liquid hits her system. “Deus!”
LYDIA
My entire body heats up, more than it was before, more than when Deus made me come simply by sucking on my clit until every atom of my being wanted to explode.
This is different. I feel something change within me, more fluids rushing out of me, my pussy somehow feeling softer, wider, ready.
But for all of this strangeness, one thing is uppermost in my mind, from the moment I told him of how empty I felt and how I wanted…him.
“This is…my first time.”
Deus gazes down at me with awe.
“I mean, what happened to me—it wasn’t the same. He left before he…did that.”
“You have not mated before?”
“No.”
“Then I am the most privileged male in the universe, to be the one you have chosen,” he rumbles. “I promise you, I will be the most gentle I can be.”
He swipes his fingers, coated in his pre-cum, over my lips again, and they tingle with delight. I lick them clean and yetagain have the wonderful, warm feeling in my stomach which spreads down and down until my hips buck with delight.
Deus slides a finger over my clit, circling the sensitive nub with absolute precision before slipping his digit into my pussy.
The stretch, just with his finger, is enormous. I still have no idea how I’m going to take his cock, which is, like I was already warned, crudely and on many occasions by Maggie, absolutely huge.
Although, she wasn’t wrong.
He slides in another finger, crooking one up and hitting my mystic g-spot which sends me to the stars, covering him in yet more moisture. A third finger is almost too much, and I’m groaning his name once more.
My legs tremble as Deus rises over me, hooking one hand under my thigh and spreading me wider than ever.
“Now it is your turn to watch,” he says. “Watch me fit with you, my little ember.”
I look down at where he has the tip of his cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip as he presses it against my entrance. I freeze.
“Look at me, little mate,” Deus says, not moving. “Look at me.”
I raise my eyes to his.
