Her head tipped shyly with her vulnerable state. It was so damn adorable. Then she watched my hand with renewed sparks of desire, which hardened my cock again even more.
Astraea twisted to sit on the bench. “Come here.”
With those two words, the low sultry command of it, I almost passed out.
I would obey her to walk across knives.
When I was close enough, her hand replaced mine and my jaw tightened with the burst of pleasure and pain.
“You don’t have to—fuck.” Astraea’s lips wrapped around me without warning, sucking hard.
I’d thought we were finished, but she was so full of surprises, and I was losing my fucking mind because of her. She moaned around my cock, tasting me and herself, and that thought surged me to the brink again already, which I didn’t think was even possible.
My fingers threaded through her damp hair. “So needy for my cock it wasn’t enough?” I growled.
She hummed, flicking her silver eyes up, and I lost myself. My fingers tightened to hold her head, and I thrust into her mouth. “Your throat feels fucking incredible.”
Astraea was touching herself, ass pushed to the edge of the bench, and circling her sensitive bud faster. Her brow pulled together as she neared another climax, and I couldn’t believe she was pleasuring herself while swallowing me. My head was spinning, losing all sense of time and gravity to the erotically torturing sight.
I pulled out when I knew she was close, and I came, painting her chest with my release this time as her back arched and I got to witness it in full sight as she brought herself to orgasm. The experience was transcendent. She was so powerful and beautiful like this I lowered to my knees as if she had willed it through my bones.
When her head straightened, a smile stretched across her flushed cheeks.
“That was unexpected,” she said.
“Yes,” was all I could say, still in a state of awe as I looked up at her naked, silver tattooed body as she reclined back on her hands.
I used a torn-off piece of my wet cloak to help clean her as best as we could before we dressed back into our miserable, sodden clothes.
Astraea hovered by a podium beyond the altar, and her beaming smile found me, key piece in hand.
It was a true piece. I could feel it after her gleeful expression conveyed it.
“A reward for our suffering at last,” I mused.
Astraea strolled over to me with it, pressing her body to mine with the key piece humming between us.
“I will always share the sky with you,” she promised quietly.
42Astraea
Emerging from the temple with a true key piece made my spirits soar, and I could hardly stop grinning. Nyte was smiling too, so bright and rare.
Our happiness was always fleeting in this world of terrors, and seeing Fedora, standing on human legs, had us both staggering to a halt.
“The night and the star.” She had a unique song in her voice that was deceptively soothing.
The Nymph’s raven hair made it appear as if she’d just stepped out of water, but her skin and dress were completely dry. If what she wore could be called such. The black material barely covered her nipples and crossed around her neck, while the skirt was a thin floating strip covering her front and back. Her legs were fully exposed and she was barefoot against the snow. She gave no reaction to the cold.
“You got your prize, I see,” Nyte observed.
Fedora’s onyx eyes gleamed with mischief and triumph, because in her hand she held the trident, which was propped against the ground and as tall as a scepter.
“With no thanks to you. It seems you fell short on your bargain to me, and I don’t like empty promises.”
“You know I tried and would have gotten it for you were it not for my father getting there first.”
Her dark brows pulled together and she pouted as if offended. Then something switched in her; a maniacal amusement widened her eyes and she smiled with cruel glee.
