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He bunched up her skirt in his fists, chuckling deeply when he found no impediment to be bare skin.
“Such a naughty wench, aren’t you? You want this so bad, don’t you? You want my big, hard, hot cock to stretch you wide and deep, thrusting into you until you scream? But will you scream in ecstasy, or pain?”
“Why not both?” came her sassy response. “Give me your best shot, my lord.” Her words turned to moans at the first gentle slap of his palm on her backside. Each one a little firmer than the last, until her pale skin turned a vibrant pink.
His fingers slid between her aroused folds, tauntingly close to her clit, before he pulled back and without warning thrust his long length balls deep into her welcoming warmth. Her shout of surprise blended with his guttural groan and was music to his ears.
The harder he thrust, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back into him, the louder she moaned. His name became a mantra on her lips, and he felt his release nearing its peak. Reaching forward he grabbed a fistful of her loose hair and pulled her back up, his cock still buried deep inside her. His free hand made its way to her throat, stroking light lines up and down the elegant column.
“Say my name,” he demanded in a lust-roughed voice.
“Athon,” she murmured back.
He lightly squeezed her throat. “Try again, wench.”
“Yes, Master. As you wish.” Athon lifted her knees onto the bed and pressed impossibly closer.
“Better. Now, scream it.” He plowed into her in a punishing rhythm, his palm over her throat, not to hurt but enough that his Jezzie knew who she belonged to. Just as he was about to spill his load deep inside her, he tugged her head back, gave her throat a little extra squeeze, and bit down hard on her neck.
Her body rippled around his, her release meeting the heights of his, and before he could process it he was flipped onto his back and Jezzie’s teeth were buried in the skin above his heart. Another release ripped through him as she slammed herself back down onto his still hard cock.
Snuggling with a smiling Athon was just what she’d needed. The orgasms and bond affirmation were amazing too, but this was what they both needed to reset after the craziness they were going through. Jezzie loved sliding her fingers through his rainbow hair, and her palms over the tattoos which decorated his skin. Her tongue itched to lick and nibble at his multiple piercings. Soon. In the moment she was content.
Her eyes caught sight of the beautiful, obviously old box Athon had collected from his and Roth’s old room. It looked similar to one she’d seen before in Aunt Rai Rai’s house.
“What do you keep in there?” she asked Athon, pointing at the box.
“Nothing, it’s the strangest thing. I love puzzle boxes, but I absolutely suck at solving their puzzles and getting them open. So it’s never been opened by me.” His self-deprecating chuckle filled the room and made her smile.
“Mind if I try?” She didn’t want to be nosy or overstep, but she was utterly curious as to what secrets such an old, unopened box might hold within it.
“Sure, go nuts. Just don’t break it, please. It was a gift from Roth.” Athon loved the box, she felt it through the link as much as she heard it in his words. She would have handled it with kid gloves regardless, but she’d do so even more knowing what it meant to him.
Jezzie gently picked it up and turned it over. She studied every carving intently. From the clothing the ladies wore to the expressions on their faces. The ripples in the water and the lines of every gondola. For such a small box that fit in so easily in her hands, the intricate details were divinely carved. A masterpiece of artistic talent as well as very cleverly put together. It wasn’t something you’d normally come across twice in one lifetime, but Jezzie noted the slightly lower dip in one lady’s décolletage and the way the water twisted against the current. The join at the base of the gondola on which she was carried called to Jezzie as did the slightly more ornate fero da prora on its prow.
With a slight adjustment so the box was upside down between her and Athon. He watched her avidly as she pressed the tip of one fingernail between the lady’s breasts and another into the circular design of the fero da prora. A soft click filled the silent room and Jezzie felt Athon flinch beside her as if startled. The base popped open on its hidden hinge and they both released a pent-up breath.
“You did it, Jez,” Athon exclaimed in breathless excitement. “How did you know? I’ve been studying it for hundreds of years and never figured it out.” He looked at her like an eager puppy and caved into the urge to join him in his joyful celebration.
She popped the box onto the bedside table, and they jumped around in each other’s arms. Their naked bobbly bits bounced in the breeze as she told him of her Aunt’s box until curiosity had them both pausing to glance back at the open treasure chest.
“Shall we discover its secrets?” Athon pondered aloud.
“You do the honors, Ath, you’ve waited long enough.” With a gentle nudge she urged him toward it.
“But you opened it, Jez. I want to do this together.” He glanced back at her, his hand reached for hers.
“Are you sure?” She didn’t want to intrude on such a special moment.
“Of course, I am. You are part of my special moments now, missy. Best get used to it.” She smiled up at him, her heart flip-flopped at his words.
Together they sat back on the bed, him cross-legged, her on her knees, and he placed the box on the mattress between them. His eyes stayed glued to hers and hers to his.
“On the count of three?” She nodded in response. “One, two.” He took a big, deep breath in, “Three.” They looked down and stared in disbelief at what they saw.
There, resting on a bed of pristine white parchment lay four small black velvet bags, each tied with a matching satin bow holding a crisp white tag. A name was beautifully penned on each one.
“Azaroth,” Athon read each one as he lifted it out, opened it, and revealed the finely crafted band within. He placed it down atop the bag and opened each remaining one. “Leviathon, Nitierien, and Jezebeth.”
