Wed to the Wild God (Aspect and Anchor)

Kassam grins. "You know I want to play."

I did know that. I knew the answer before I even asked. "Then I'm going to need a few things from you today," I say in a light voice, tangling my fingers in his wild hair. "Say, 'That sounds like a good idea, Carly.'"

Laughing, my husband gives me a sly look. "That sounds like a delicious idea, Carly."

My pussy thrums with excitement. I love the way he says delicious, like he's referring to me. Oh, today is going to be so much fun. I beam up at him. "Did you have a good day today, love?"

"All of my days are good."

Such a Kassam answer. He's the happiest sunshine personality, and I know what he'd say if I pressed him for a better answer—he has his realm, he has his powers, and he has his wife. He needs nothing more. "You know it's my turn, right?" I scratch at his scalp. "And you'll do what I like? Whatever I like?"

"Mmmm. Did you have something specific in mind?" When I nod, his look becomes mischievous. "Don't I get a word?"

"Of course you do. What word do you want?" I slide my hand out of his hair and brush a finger over his lips, not surprised at all when he nips at my digit. "Pineapple?"

"How about…tree branch?"

That naughty son of a bitch. He's still pleased with himself over how much he startled me with that move. He smirks at me, and I try not to think too much about how it had felt, how woodsy and hard and foreign even as he'd wrapped himself around me and whispered naughty things in my ear. Sly devil. "Tree branch it is," I say, not taking the bait. "Now, I need you to wear a blindfold."

Kassam chuckles. "Your games are adorable, my little light. A blindfold? Very well." He obediently closes his eyes, and as he does, the vines he wears in his horns slither over his brow and temples, forming a mask. "Does this suit your needs?"

He's still all smiles, this smug beast, as if all I'm going to do is blindfold him and tickle him or something. Being his wife is forcing me to step my game up, though, and I'm loving it…and I love that I know he's game for everything. But I'll let him go on thinking that it's just going to be a bit of blindfold play. I make a big show of tugging on the vines to make sure they're in place, and then flip one of the leaves up to check his eyes. "No peeking."

"None. I am your humble servant today."

I snort at that. "There's a lot of things you are, husband, but humble is not one of them." I'm rewarded with his grin, and then I get to my feet. I move around him, circling, and then take my dress off, tossing it to the forest floor. He's already undressed, his cock hard, so it's not as if I have to spend a lot of time preparing him. "How are you feeling?"

"Hungry," he says, reaching for my hips and pulling me toward his mouth. "I smell your fragrant cunt and my mouth waters to lick it."

"Mmm, just one lick," I tell him. I'm feeling benevolent.

He pulls me against him and nuzzles at my pussy, his tongue skating over my folds. The breath rushes out from my lungs and I whimper, which makes him chuckle. Oh no, he is not taking the upper hand again. I reluctantly pull him away from the cradle of my thighs.

"Mine," he growls, pushing back against my hand when I tug him away.

"Later," I promise. "I get to have my wicked way with you first."

Kassam chuckles again as I rub my hands all over his broad shoulders. "I am eagerly awaiting it, my little light. Do your worst. It will all be pleasing to me."

"Anything I want?" I trail a fingertip over his clavicle.

"Anything."

"Can I oil you up?"

His mouth twitches with amusement. "You do not even have to ask, my Carly. Oil away."

I tilt his head back and lean down to kiss him, just because he's such a sweetheart. I love this man so much. "Don't worry. I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Because you're going to throw me down on this blanket and ride my face?" he asks hopefully.

That makes me pause, because my pussy is throbbing with want, and indeed, that sounds like an awesome idea. "Later," I say, breathless. "I want to do this first." I trot over to the table that he didn't even look at when he came in, thanks to my distraction, and reach for one of the bowls of oil. It smells like flowers, and another smells like berries. I got several different kinds in case we wanted to try them out in multiple rounds, but that might have been ambitious of me. I glance over at Kassam. He reaches down and furtively strokes his cock, smiling into his blindfold.