Oh, fuck I wanted to wrap my lips around those pretty buds and suckle her into a frenzy, but I wanted her to experience the lighter side of my power for once.
Some of the water diverted from the frozen mass hanging in the air and dropped to her bare thighs. Instead of following gravity downward, they streaked upward, under her skirts and armor.
Ten seconds.
“What are you —” Her words cut off as the water beads found her center.
With a flick of my wrist, the droplets multiplied, coating her in a fine mist. Each droplet danced along her skin like a thousand tiny hands, massaging her sensitive nerve endings. She let out a low moan, her eyes fluttering shut.
Twenty seconds.
My finger twitched and the mist of water intensified, some of the droplets joining together to form a single, powerful stream. It cascaded between her legs, parting the armor as it went, revealing her throbbing core. She gasped, her hands flying to her chest as the stream filled her, causing her to thrash beneath me.
I smiled. “How does that feel, Miranda? My power caressing you like this?”
I focused my power, urging the remaining droplets to increase their intensity. No longer did they simply graze her skin, but now they swirled and twirled, each one a surge of cool, electric pleasure. The warmth between her legs built as her climax approached.
Forty seconds.
I created a small concentric circle to surround her clit as another small wave of water rolled up and down her slit. Then I increased the pressure and speed slowly but steadily.
Right now, I felt every ounce the god I was and Miranda was my plaything. Perhaps claiming my abilities wasn’t so bad?
“How are you doing this?” she whimpered, her voice hoarse from the tremors that had taken hold of her body. But I couldn't resist any longer. I needed to see her crumble before me, to know the power I held over her.
Because she owned me unequivocally. It made me desperate to prove my worth to her. To show her that there could be advantages to being with an unhinged, mentally unwell god who put her pleasure on a pedestal.
Sixty seconds.
As the water continued to stimulate her, her breaths became ragged, her moans echoing through the empty library. She was close. I had her on the edge.
It was time to give her the final push, with a few seconds to spare.
The water surged and vibrated in triple time against her.
Miranda’s eyes rolled back as her body convulsed, her hips bucking against the settee. A cry of pure ecstasy escaped her lips as the apex of her release washed over her.
Aw fuck yes, that’s my little badass.
Pride swelled in me. She’d seen me fractured, lost, and broken, but now she knew I could control myself too. I’d fought hard for it, for her.
Her aftershocks were slow to subside. Face flushed and breathing ragged, her eyes were alive with desire. At the same time, I pulled the water away, wicking it off her skin and directing it back into the water jug before setting it aside. Miranda frowned and cursed.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “When are you going to learn to stop taking bets against a god? That was only a minute.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Xander.”
That sobered me. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
My demonstration of control was over, and I’d gladly hand the reigns over to her.
I pinned her to the couch. Our tongues tangled while our hips bucked at each other with the intense need to interlock. In no time, she had me seated, my pants unzipped so the air could hit my hard cock. Miranda lowered onto me, pushing her panties to the side, and I slid home.
We both made a strangled sound. Miranda rode me steadily, driving me to madness.
“Your trick is cool and all, but I think I prefer this,” she said in a breathy tone.
“You and me both,” I agreed, my hips surging up into her tight wet heat. She bucked and fucked me like a goddess, and all I could do was let her lead.
