And if he saw himself as nothing more than a tool—be it for good or evil—it was no surprise he neglected himself.
“Theo, listen to me.” I grasped the sharp edges of his jaw in my hands and held his gaze. “You aren’t a weapon. You aren’t a machine. You aren’t some algorithm whose purpose is to decide right from wrong. You aren’t a hero who needs to be perfect all the time. You’re a person. You bleed. You get hungry. You havewants and desires and interests and needs. You live in a morally gray world. Just let yourself be complicated. Let yourself exist.”
He smiled sadly. I could practically hear his inner monologue telling me I was wrong. That it wasn’t that simple. That if I only knew, I’d feel differently. That there was no going back, and he was going to keep self-sacrificing until his dying day because that was all hecoulddo.
“Here.” I smiled softly at his forlorn expression. “Let me try something, baby.”
I flattened my hands on his back, just under his lower set of shoulders. My fingertips traced downwards, over the curve of his backside. The only time I’d seen him let go was that night in the grove. If desire was the secret key, I’d unlock the door myself.
Dark veins spread around his blackened eyes as he watched me crouch down, my head dipping under the water. The chapter about this world—“Trebianna for Dummies”—suggested I couldn’t drown on this planet. And its guidance hadn’t failed me yet. I found the back of his thighs with my hands and held tight, using them as an anchor to keep myself under.
I opened my mouth and tried… breathing. The rush of water into my throat was jarring, but instead of the choking sensation I expected, my lungs felt filled with oxygen.
My eyes were closed, but I could feel his body heat inches from my face. I leaned forward, kissing the smooth skin of his hip. With the slightest turn of my head, I felt his cock nuzzle against my cheek. Thick, smooth, and hard. I pecked my lips along his pelvis, towards his base. Exploring without vision, just as he’d done for me.
The black markings striping his pelviswereraised.
I traced my tongue along the unique ridges of his groin. The texture of drizzled chocolate hardened over pastry. They pulsed with his heartbeat, reminding me of where all his blood flow was currently directed.
Hungry to explore that very region, I followed one of the raised stripes up his shaft in a steady lick. That mark interconnected with others. I pictured the shiny candy-coating of his unique cock as my tongue flicked over each subtle crest.
I thought I might be getting close to the head, when I felt a tug on my hair and my head was yanked up into the summer humidity, water spilling from my mouth.
“What are you doing?” Theo’s coal orbs stared me down. The skin around his eyes and lips was translucent and webbed with veins. His tattoos were black as the darkest night.
“Helping you feel,” I breathed, blinking wet lashes up at the god towering over me.
There was a pleasant rumble that I could’ve easily mistaken for the thunder in the distance, had I not known what his pleasure sounded like. “Exercise caution, Little Goddess. I’m no human. I’m bigger, stronger, rougher… I may hurt you.”
“How exciting,” I murmured before biting down on the soft flesh of his waist. A moan escaped me, the feeling of sinking my teeth into him just as satisfying as I’d imagined.
“Fuck,” he groaned, tightening his grip on my hair and shoving my head back under the water as if he didn’t have an ounce of restraint left.
My eyes closed instinctively, but I didn’t need sight to find him. The velvety head of his cock pushed against my lips and I opened my mouth, bubbles escaping.
Was his tip… forked?I didn’t have time to investigate before his hips pushed forward, his girth parting my jaw to a near-impossible degree. My teeth scraped along the raised tendrils wrapping his manhood. I did my best to suck, although my cheeks were already as taut as they could be with my mouth so full.How was this ever going to work inside of me?That was a problem for later.
I started to bob my head.
The base of his voice carried through the water, despite being muffled. “Breathe through your nose, darling.”
I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. I forced myself to inhale despite how unnatural it felt, finding some relief in my chest I didn’t know I needed. Building confidence, I rolled my tongue against him while he pumped slowly in and out.
The nape of my neck was being manhandled, but he started delicately running his fingers through my hair. Working more mud out? A set of knuckles stroked my cheek affectionately, before he grabbed my lower jaw and pulled down. His thumb and forefinger parted over my chin as he pushed deeper than I thought was possible. He was being rough, making me accommodate his size—at least two hands were. The other two provided unspoken praise and comfort through their gentle attention, as I focused on figuring out how to pleasure my monster.
I was starting to develop a decent rhythm when Theo let go entirely. His hands hooked under my arms and lifted me to his chest; my feet no longer touched the smooth pebbles lining the bottom of the river.
“If we’re gonna play, I want to see you. All of you,” he growled, stepping us out of the water and all but throwing me into the grass.
I rolled to my back, propping myself onto my elbows and looking up.
Theo stood over me, showing me exactly what I’d just explored with my mouth.
What was I looking at? His length was segmented down the center—two tips—wrapped within a black, pulsing sheath. Like vines around a tree trunk.
He followed my eyeline between his hips, grabbing his length and stroking it. “You don’t know about my anatomy.” A statement, not a question.
“No.”
