Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I can feel just how lonely this Aspect of Fate is. It covers this chamber like a blanket. I sink to my knees in front of him, bowing my head. “I have given your other aspects comfort with my body,” I say in a low voice. “Can I not do the same for you?”
He lets out a ragged, pained groan of need even as he turns away. “Cannot look upon you. Not like this.”
Hmm. “Must you look?” I ask, curious. “What if you close your eyes, my lord?”
The god frowns mightily, and I cannot tell if he’s annoyed by my words or confused by them. “My…eyes?”
“Yes. Close them tight,” I instruct. “As if we are playing a game of hide and seek, like children do.” The moment I say the words, I feel like a fool. He wouldn’t know what children do. He has never been one. But maybe he has observed such things. “Have you seen children play such a game?” I prompt.
He continues to frown, and I feel foolish. Why in all the gods’ names am I practically begging this man—this stranger—to allow me to suck his cock? It’s ridiculous.
And yet…he clearly needs comfort and affection. And that is one of the things I truly excel at. Isn’t that my job here, after all? To offer myself to the Spidae and bring them peace? I should have guessed that they would have no idea what my service would truly entail. Even though he’s a god, I’m going to have to be the one that takes the lead. “Please close your eyes for me and keep them closed.”
Uneasy at my request, it takes a moment for the Spidae to do as I ask. His eyes flutter closed and then he tilts his face up, as if that will somehow enable him to see.
Taking in a quick breath, I decide to take a chance. I reach for his hand and clasp it gently in mine. “How does this feel?”
His frown returns, and with it, confusion.
“Am I withering?” I ask. “Is my touch unpleasant?”
Realization crosses his face, and with it, wonder. “You…”
“Feel good?” I guess, when his voice trails off and pleasure lights up his features. Like this, with joy on his face, the god goes from cold and remote to astonishingly handsome. I can’t help but smile in return, squeezing his hand. He practically clings to my fingers, clutching them in his grasp as if he doesn’t want to let go of me, ever. I skim my free hand down his robe-clad thigh, still kneeling in front of him. “And does this touch please you?”
The god nods, still lost in the wonder of the moment.
I slide my fingers toward his groin, cupping him in my hand. “And does this touch please you?”
He groans my name. “Yulenna…”
I shiver at the way he says my name, so hungry and full of longing. It makes me want to do more. So much more. “Should I stop, my lord?” I whisper, leaning forward and mouthing his hardening length through his robes. “I am your servant. Command me at your will. My goal is to please you and nothing more.”
“How?”
I love the hopeful note in his voice. This is where I can feel useful. This is where I can please my master. A curl of excitement unfurls in my belly, and I slide my hand up and down his thigh. “I can suck you.” I lean in, nuzzling against the tent growing under his robes. “I can make you feel so good with just my mouth and tongue.”
His breath catches, and I love how powerful it makes me feel.
“Would you like that?” I ask. “Or shall I leave you alone, my lord? Please tell me.”
The god groans, and his free hand strokes over my cheek. “I would like this. I always like this.”
I pull my hand from his grip and slip both of them under his robe. It’s more voluminous than I realized, and after a moment’s hesitation, I slip my head under as well. I feel a bit like a naughty child getting under his skirts, and the thought makes me grin. The view under here is rather impressive, I decide, running my fingers up his calves and then on to his thighs. His cock is enormous, as pale as the rest of him, but that’s to be expected. He’s a god. Of course he’s going to have godlike equipment. His cock looks as if it’s made of white marble, and he’s hairless here, a long, thick vein stretching along the underside of his shaft. I grip him in my hand, hearing his breath catch, and then lick the prominent head.
The Spidae jerks in response.
“Is that all right?” I ask in a soft voice. “Should I stop?”
“No,” he says quickly, shifting on his feet. “Do not stop. Keep—keep going.”