Axel pushed the G-string aside and shoved his cock into my cunt sideways. I cried out in intense pleasure at his unyielding force. He withdrew an inch and thrust right back, raw, hard, and strong, slamming into me to the hilt. The overhead chandelier of diamonds and crystals trembled and tingled like bells as the war demigod rammed into me again and again.
His strength was admirable and his speed more than satisfying.
My head lolled onto his shoulder as I moaned his name. When the pleasure was too much, I turned my face and bit him hard between his neck and shoulder, his rich, sweet, and spicy demigod blood gushed into my mouth, and he roared, thrusting into me frantically.
Another Marigold lay in the center of the vast bed, naked as the day I was born, watching the Demigod of Sky kick off his boots, jerk his belt away from his leather pants, and yank his shirt off his head.
His muscles rippled, and I wanted to lick him, right from his perfect, cut chest all the way down. But I stayed motionless, shy and full of anticipation, waiting for him to come to bed, to fuck me.
And he came to bed, hovering over me, watching every reaction on my face.
“I must feast upon you first, Rosebud,” he said, his voice slurring in lust.
His curvy mouth closed over mine. It didn’t linger long since there were so many inches of me he needed to kiss, lick, and savor. His lips traced my jaw, my neck, and moved to my breast.
His tongue twirled around my tit before his mouth closed on it and suckled hard.
I arched my back at the sensation. I was glad that he didn’t forget to suck my other nipple, even though he was keen to go all the way down to the valley between my thighs.
Finally, he buried his gorgeous face down there.
His tongue swept over my folds, lapping and twisting between them. His thumb caressed my swollen clit with gentle and rough brushes at once. My legs jerked and I let out a pleasant cry.
His kiss blended tenderness with wild passion. He could dominate me, like other demigods often did, but he never tried.
I had never told the sky demigod that he was a great kisser.
He was marvelous.
He wasn’t as unfeeling as the original gods had mocked him. My sky demigod mate was full of profound feelings and searing lust for me.
Zak thrust his tongue into my wetness, satisfied that I was already ripe for him. His lightning shocked me in waves of pleasure, feeding me with raw energy.
His every lick stoked the flame higher and higher in me.
“I ache for you, my Zak,” I whimpered, writhing my torso.
He raised his head to gaze at me, his scorching lust mirroring mine and melting me.
He moved above me, his weight falling on me. I opened my legs wide for him and lifted my hips up, baring my pussy for him and giving him full access.
Needed him to fuck me now and explore me further.
He peeked into my eyes with deep devotion, the blunt head of his cock nudging at my slick entrance. He glided in, smooth, steady, and strong till he embedded deep inside me.
I let out a content sigh at the delicious joining.
“Need to make you mine every day, little mate,” he whispered, breathing hard.
He moved on top of me vigorously, in and out and slapping my pussy. I propelled my hips up to meet his every plunge. We moved together in sync, drenched in mutual primal, animistic lust. He rocked his hips to create friction, pumping back into me, and drove me to the edge.
I moaned. My thighs squeezed him.
A rough sound tore out of his throat, and he pumped into me with vigorousness.
A trace of my flame streamed out, caressing him and merging with his lightning.
Zak roared in ecstasy and pounded me with bruising rhythms, his thrusts long and hard.