That's truly it? You are not angry that...
"You don't trust me?"
Are you?
"I only had my biological parents' deaths to make me distrust the divine," I point out, "while you had thousands of years to distrust humanity."
You are being very rational about this.
"Well, duh."
Duh?
I throw my hands up and grumble, "Are you really going to make me spell it out loud?"
I truly do not understand—-
Grrr!
"I'm saying I have no choice," I mutter under my breath. "Of course I need to be rational about this because I want things to work between us and mmph—-"
The beast disappears, and the next thing I know I'm being pushed to lie against my back as an invisible mouth crushes mine in a blazing-hot kiss. I moan in surrender, my brain shutting down as his tongue thrusts inside of my mouth.
Every stroke of his tongue drives me wild, but when my body instinctively arches up, his fingers tighten around my waist to keep me down.
Be mindful of your wound, moraki mou.
I can barely concentrate on his words, with his tongue still exploring my mouth. I want the kiss to go on forever, and it's this need that drives my hands to move on its own, my fingers digging into the unseeable panes of his back.
Suck on my tongue, my love.
A whimper spills past my lips, but I'm not sure if it's because of what he's commanded to do...or how he's just called me. And when I think about it again - My love! He just called me my love! - I feel even more lightheaded, and I whimper anew even as I tentatively do his bidding.
I suck hesitantly at first, but then I hear the god's rough growl in my mind, and blood rushes to my head with a feminine sort of thrill. It's the first real sound I've ever heard from him, and knowing that I've caused the god to make any kind of noise when I'm not supposed to hear such a thing at all—-
My fingers dig deeper into his muscles as I start sucking harder on his tongue, and pleasure bursts inside of me as I'm rewarded with another growl.
Little troublemaker...do you think I am not aware of what you're trying to do?
A little laugh escapes me, but it quickly turns into a gasp when the god wrenches his mouth off mine, and not even a second has passed when I suddenly feel his large, strong hands parting my legs open. My breath hitches as I feel his hands push both my coat and nightgown up to my waist, and cold air begins to tease the inner side of my legs.
The way his gaze devours me is mortifying and exciting at the same time, but the thought of resisting doesn't even cross my mind when I finally feel his fingers skimming over the scrap of silk that's covering my core.
He pulls them down oh so carefully, and so, so very slowly that I'm a shuddering wreck by the time he tosses my underwear aside. All of this is so new to me, but when a mixture of shyness and instinct makes me try bending down to cover my flesh, the god captures my hands and gives my fingers a punishing little nip.
"Ouch!"
That should teach you. Never cover what's mine, moraki mou.
He lets go of my hands, and this time I can only tremble in acute self-consciousness as I feel the god start pushing my legs further apart. I'm practically spread-eagled, and I feel so terribly exposed that I can feel myself start to blush...all...over.
The god chuckles, and I gasp out loud as his breath tickles the inner folds of my core. It's only at that moment I realize how close his head is to my womanhood, and the thought makes me react instinctively. I reach blindly for his head, but the moment my fingers manage to grip the silky locks of his hair, it's also at that moment his head bends down and I feel his tongue slowly tracing the lines of my folds.
I moan and shudder—-
Remember your wound.
"Then don't kiss me there!"
What is it you humans say? Just lie back and think of England?
"That only applies when you're Brit—-aaah!"
My grip on his head tightens instinctively as I feel his tongue thrust inside my womanhood.
Sweet. Greek. Heavens.
The god starts tongue-fucking me, harder and faster until all I can do is moan and tremble. My world begins to spin faster and faster with every forceful thrust of his tongue, and it spins even faster when I glance down my body.
I can see my legs parted wide open, but even though I feel every hot, wet stroke of the god's tongue, there's nothing - there's absolutely nothing visible, and the surrealness of it has me panting. The reality of a divinely invisible head muff-diving between my legs is weird and fucked up, but it also makes the pleasure inside of me intensify to the point it becomes agonizing and excruciating in a way that I never want to end.