It’s nothing I haven’t seen a hundred times before and touched and tasted and worshiped in my own way, but it’s still a sight to see.
Gryphon always has been too perfect for words.
The Soothsayer leans down to kiss me again, one hand on the bed and the other coming up to wrap around my throat again, almost as if he’s afraid I’m going to try to run away from him.
I couldn’t even if I tried.
He moves his weight onto his knees and then his fingers dip into my pussy as he bites at my lip, impatient and greedy to fill me up, to claim me, to own my pleasure and feed it to me at his leisure. I moan, and he breaks away, biting and sucking his way down my neck to my chest with his own noises of pleasure at the softness of my skin.
There’s a rustling sound from the corner, and I remember that we’re not alone, my eyes snapping open and finding my Bonded in the darkened room.
Nox’s eyes smolder back at me from the corner, and I turn my face more towards him, my lips parting on a low moan as the god-bond’s fingers tighten around my throat. He watches it all, his eyes dark as he takes it all in. I’m laid out here on display for his viewing pleasure except… I want more. I want them both.Fuck, I want them and their bonds and mine. I want it all.
The god-bond’s fingers tighten even more, flexing until I’m gasping for breath as my pussy clenches around his fingers as he pumps them in and out, hooking them to graze over that spot inside of me that makes me want to scream.
I don’t even have the chance to wish for more before his fingers are slipping out of me, my legs spread apart by his thighs as he pushes the thick length of his cock inside of me. He anchors himself on the hand around my throat, his fingers flexing in time with the pumping of his hips until I’m a shaking mess.
Every inch of his body is commanding me, owning me, using me for his pleasure even as he gives me even more of that same intoxicating pleasure.
I need more.
“Not the vessel.”
It’s Gryphon’s voice, but still, they’re not his words. I could argue with him if I could speak, but I’m still fighting for air in the best way, choking on my own bliss as he finally eases up just a little and the rush of oxygen hits me. The only way to describe the feeling is euphoria, ecstasy. I come so hard my vision whites out as my juices run down my legs.
“I’m here for her, not to follow your orders. If she wants me, then you’ll just have to deal with it. She calls the shots here, not you,” Nox drawls, and it’s a tempting offer.
Tempting to ever think I’m calling the shots between us.
That’s just never been our dynamic, never been the way that we’ve fit together at all. He’s been in charge, the one pushing at me and pulling away, always pulling away. In the descent from the tallest heights that my orgasm had taken me, I feel tears prick at the edges of my eyes.
The god-bond sees it all.
Not just the tears, no. He sees everything inside of my head clearly. I might as well be an open book written just for him, every thought and feeling and even slightest whim is there for him to see.
He does a lot with that information.
The moment my legs stop shaking, he pulls away from me, ignoring the whimper that tumbles out of my lips as he grabs my ankles to drag me to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees and tugging my legs open until my pussy is spread wide underneath his intense gaze. There’s no questioning if he likes what he sees. His eyes drink me in as though to him, I’m the last glass of water in the desert.
Desperate and gluttonous.
His lips devour me, his hands wrapping around my hips as he pulls me closer, closer, never close enough to sate his hunger. He drives me over the edge with that single-minded determination he shares with his vessel, with my Gryphon, and my chest aches at his absence.
I want the god-bond, but Ineedmy Bonded.
As soon as I’ve thought that, the god-bond changes his tactics, shifting from the ravenous edging to pushing me over the edge again and again until I can’t think straight. Every little thought I have is used against me in the most torturous ways. The god-bond sees every part of my pleasure and manipulates it, pushes it, stretches it out until I’m sobbing out my orgasms, my head thrashing against my pillows until I’m a complete wreck.
Only once I’ve completely lost all control of my legs does he come up for air, moving me around as though I weigh nothing until he’s holding me in his lap, his hands tight on my hips as he slowly impales me on his cock. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight as he fucks me, his void eyes unblinking as he watches the perfect agony on my face. When I finally can use my legs again, shifting so I can ride his dick properly instead of being moved at his whim, he lies back to properly enjoy the view.
His eyes stay glued to where we’re joined, the wet sounds of my pussy bouncing around the room obscenely as I soak his thighs with my cum.
I still want more.
If anything, fucking the god-bond has only given me more energy. Somehow, he’s tapped into a reserve I didn’t know I had, and with a smile down at him, my hips still sliding up and down his cock, I look over to where Nox is watching us.
His eyes have shifted to black.
He’s still in control. I can see it clearly, but his bond is there at the surface as well. Nox always did work well with the extra being inside of him, and even now, he’s willing to play nicely.
