Look down, moraki mou.
Watch how your sweet folds move and swell.
Do they still look weird to you?
While this kind of dirty talk never fails to turn me on, I still can't help feeling embarrassed, and try as I might to fight it, the urge to blush inevitably gets the better of me. My cheeks heat up in an instant, and a shudder rocks my body when Eros' chuckle plays out in my mind. That chuckle is something I actually heard, and my toes curl hard. It's just so rare for my god to ever let me hear any actual sound from him, and so every time he does, I can't help but cherish it.
You should do that more, kyrios.
How surprisingly forward of you, moraki mou.
My brows furrow at the note of surprise I sense in Eros' words. I only wanted to hear him laugh some more, and OH!
Eros has changed our positions again, and this time I find myself leaning back against a mountain of pillows while I sense my god positioning himself between my legs, his fingers still caressing my inner walls.
Do you want more of my dirty talk or my fingers? Perhaps you want both?
Comprehension dawns, and I'm aghast at how awfully I've been misunderstood. N-Neither! I was talking about the sound of your laughter, I sputter in my mind. I just wanted to hear you laugh more, that's all I meant, and not—-
So you don't want...this?
His fingers withdraw just before plunging knuckle-deep into my moist and throbbing core, and my body arches up in intense arousal.
Or...this?
Eros pulls his fingers out, but when he pushes back in, it's with his thick, hard cock, and a gasp would've burst out of me if not for my god swiftly sealing my mouth close with a deep, drugging kiss.
Your answer, moraki mou?
The entire length of his manhood is sheathed inside of me to the hilt, my pussy quivering around his rigid and throbbing flesh...and he still needs an answer?
I rake his invisible back with my nails in an annoyed fit of frustration, but the muscular thighs pinning me to the bed remain unmoving.
I need to hear you say it.
No!
Say you want me to fuck you hard with my long, thick meat.
A sob nearly escapes me as flames of lust lick hungrily at my flesh. Those words, those dirty, dirty words...who knew a god such as him could say those words, and who could ever have imagined that I would want to hear such words?
It's excruciatingly mortifying.
But also, infinitely arousing.
And it's the latter that eventually makes my lips move, and I hear myself choking the words out.
I w-want it.
Want what?
I want you to fuck me hard.
With what?
Your l-long, t-thick h-hard meat—-aaah!
I'm mindless again, with the god thrusting deep inside of me, his strokes slow and steady but so, so deep, it's just driving me absolutely crazy. A part of me eventually figures out that this is his way of making sure my parents don't wake up to the sound of their daughter being fucked, and while I appreciate his efforts, this new way of lovemaking is just...
Aaaaaah!
His mouth closes over mine just as a helpless moan escapes me. I rake his back with my nails over and over, but no matter how wildly I thrash under him, my god refuses to change his pace. He wants me to lose my mind ever so slowly, wants me to fall off the cliff inch by wanton inch—-
And of course he has his way, and when we both finally reach our climax, I can only sob and shudder as the heat of his seed fills me up, and his unseen figure rocks powerfully against mine.
It takes another eternity before I resurface, but this time I almost feel...reborn. I thought sex would help make me forget, but instead it actually helped clear my mind—-
Is that so?
My face turns red at the realization that I've accidentally let him hear my thoughts, but since that cat's already out of the bag, I only shrug and make a face. It is the truth, I tell him.
An invisible hand cradles one side of my face, and although I know I'm starting to act like a human kitten, I just can't help rub my cheek against his palm the moment I feel his touch.
What were you trying to forget, moraki mou?
I slowly shake my head. It doesn't matter now, I tell him, and it's true. I know it sounds crazy, but it really isn't.
You know how some people have to take deep breaths, do yoga, or read a book just to get their minds to reset?
Well, for me it's sex with my god, and right now what it's made me realize is how I've been pointlessly running away from the past...when what I really should've done was face them head on. If I knew there was the slightest possibility for me to bring the dead back to life, I would've done to make it happen.