My Eros (Modern Cupid and Psyche Dirty)

My body thinks differently, my exhausted heart begs for a reprieve, and when I think about the fact that I almost lost my life in the memory world—-

Fuck groveling.

My lips part under his, and my whole body goes up in flames as his tongue drives inside my mouth. I kiss him back hungrily, my need more than matching his, and I find myself taking the initiative for the first time.

My tongue enters his mouth without being asked, and I feel the god stiffen above me...just before he reverses our positions with a quick roll on the bed. I'm suddenly on top of him, and a sultry and powerful thrill courses through my veins. I cup his face and kiss him harder, and I feel the god shudder against me. I try to mimic the movements of his tongue as I explore his mouth, and it has the god squeezing my ass hard with his big, strong hands. I moan against his mouth as my nipples scrape his chest, and when my breasts start to ache, something wild seems to seize control of me. I lean deeper into our kiss as I begin rubbing myself against him, and the moment I do, it's as if a switch's turned on, and all I can do is whimper when the god wills our clothes away in a flash.

He's naked, I'm naked, and a dazed laugh slips past my lips even as I shake my head up at him with mock indignation. "Cheater!"

The god responds by nuzzling the valley between my breasts, just so I can feel him smirking against my skin. I beat his shoulders, and his chest rumbles. I try to shove him away, but both of us know I don't really mean it. I'm just playing hard to get...and the god chooses to play along as he retaliates by turning his head to the side—-

Aaaaah!

He's given my pouting nipple a quick hard bite, and as electrifying pleasure makes my body arch up involuntarily, I feel his hands possessively skimming the sides of my body just as his next words roll out in my mind.

I want to make you my woman tonight, moraki mou.

My toes curl hard at his words, but I'm more excited than frightened even though I've never had sex. If he had wanted a shy little virgin, I doubt this god would've wanted me in the first place. He wants me to be just me, and me being me—-

"It's about time you did, kyrios."

Fingers squeeze my breast hard, and I think it's probably safe to say that my god and master has found my cheekiness more than satisfactory. It makes me want to tease him some more, to be honest...but rational thought becomes impossible the moment he plumps one breast and takes my nipple into his mouth.

I arch and moan, my head falling back as I find myself straddling the god's powerful body while my fingers drive through his silky-soft locks. I clutch his head tightly to my chest as he starts to suck harder, one nipple at a time.

The pleasure is indescribable and immeasurable, and it soon turns into this piercing and restless need that has me whimpering endlessly when the god's mouth finally leaves my nipples and starts trailing down my stomach.

He rolls me to my back just as his mouth hovers above my crotch, and he throws my legs over his broad-feeling shoulders just before his tongue starts lining my folds.

"Kyrios!"

I can only gasp the word out as my body buckles against his mouth, but his hands soon pin my body back down to the bed...just as his tongue pushes inside my moist and swollen core. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, and my nails rake his back as his tongue thrusts faster and faster inside of me.

"Please, kyrios, please..."

My orgasm is so, so close, but it's not what I'm begging him for—-

And he knows it.

His tongue lines my quivering folds one last time, and just as my body arches anew, I feel the god spreading my legs open—-

Yes, yes, oh, sweet Greek heavens, yes!

He thrusts inside of me, the flash of pain catching me off guard, and I can't help crying out as his divine cock rips past the thin barrier of my virginity.

I am sorry for hurting you.

The god gently touches my face as he speaks, and I can't help rubbing my cheek against his palm. "It's fine, kyrios." His possession of my body still hurts, actually, but it's the kind of hurt that I welcome. Pain means this is real even if I can't see him. Pain means we're connected even if the professor and the rest of the world believe humans and the gods aren't meant to be together.

And last of all, pain also means the god has a really big and thick cock...that every inch of my pussy feels it when he starts to withdraw.