Wed to the Wild God (Aspect and Anchor)

I stroke his cock as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, until my fingers meet my lips and I'm deep throating him. He groans, shuttling his hips slightly in an effort to push deeper, and so I grip his thigh and concentrate on keeping my mouth as loose as possible while he fucks my face. It feels good, and I love that he's using me, but at the same time, I mourn that I lost control again. Maybe I just can't keep control when I'm in bed with a god. Maybe it's foolish to even try.

"Carly," he groans. "Your mouth. Incredible. You're taking me so deep, little light."

I caress his sac, nuzzling deeper against his skin as he pounds against the back of my throat. I breathe deep, doing my best not to gag as I fondle the heavy weight of his balls. A tiny, naughty idea occurs to me and I wonder if I'm brave enough to do it.

Then I decide…fuck it. If you can't finger the prostate of a god, whose prostate can you finger?

I lift my mouth off his cock, panting, and go back to tonguing his shaft and foreskin. I glance up at him to see if he's paying attention, but his eyes are closed, his face tight with pleasure. Perfect. With one hand, I work his shaft. With the other, I lick my finger, coating it liberally with my saliva before I bend down to take the head of his cock into my mouth again.

As he groans, lifting his hips, I dive. I trace his sac with my pinky, then gently tease until I'm toying with the underside. A moment later, I go for the butthole. I push lightly, then with a bit more force, sinking my finger in as Kassam sucks in a deep breath, arching against me. Once my finger is in deep, I search for his prostate. Maybe a god doesn't have one. Maybe—

The moment I rub my finger against it, Kassam's breath hisses out from between his teeth. His entire body jerks, and I'm delighted by the response. I continue rubbing as he pumps into my mouth, his movements frantic and wild. His body bows and his hooves smack against the ground as he clenches. A hot spurt of release hits my tongue, the first warning that he's about to explode. Then, Kassam erupts with a low cry, his bottom tight around my finger as I tease his prostate even as he fills my mouth with his release. He floods my tongue and down my throat, and when I pull back, he continues to come, spilling over my cheeks and chin. Carefully, I slip my finger back out and try not to look too smug as I sit up.

I've only done that once before, and the results were not nearly as satisfying as this time. Kassam's head is thrown back and he pants wildly, as if he can't find enough air to breathe.

"I'm just going to go clean up," I purr, feeling rather proud of myself. I'm still turned on to an insane degree, but I like that I made him lose his mind. Pleased, I move back to the water's edge and wash my hands and face. My jeans are wet and feel too abrasive against my sensitized skin, so I peel them (and my soaked boots) off at the water's edge, sighing with pleasure when I'm in nothing but my panties.

A big arm wraps around my waist as I bend over. "Not so fast," Kassam murmurs as I yelp in surprise. "You deserve to have your itches scratched as well."

My heart sinks when he says that. Is that all this is to him, still? Scratching an itch? Why did I expect anything more? But then he pulls me down onto my hands and knees, and his warm breath fans over my wet panties. “That finger…that was a surprise.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes,” I say, breathless. “I need to represent for all mortals out there.”

He chuckles. “Trust me, Carly, you are not like any mortal I know.”

I decide I’m going to take that as a compliment. And when he slides the fabric of my panties aside and puts his mouth on my pussy, I don’t think of anything at all. I just close my eyes and enjoy.

A short time later, after we're both sated, my stomach growls again and I rub it absently as I spread my jeans out on the rocks to dry. "So where are we, exactly? You said you knew?"

Kassam shrugs, petting an eagle that showed up while I was gasping for air after my fourth tongue-induced orgasm. He gazes at it thoughtfully. "The Wildlands. This place is sacred to me. Or rather, it was a thousand years ago. I'm pleased it remains the same."