Page 122 of Kneel Before Me

“But you’re not…”

“Not what, Daphne?”

Daphne was nearly out of breath. Kronos was similarly affected. His eyes were solid black, his fists gripping her hips. A fine sheen of sweat dappled his chest as delicate curls of smoke rose steadily from his shoulders.

The strands around her neck were tightening. The pearls around her hips began to gather, forming a mound between her legs. Daphne gasped as they solidified, merging into each other until they formed an object that pressed against her center as solidly as a cock would. She stared down at it in wonder.

“Shall I continue?” Kronos whispered.

Daphne had no idea what was about to happen. But she understood that it required her consent. She chose to trust that whatever it was, it would be pleasurable.

“Yes.”

Kronos didn’t reply. Instead his eyes fell to her center, and they both watched together as the object between her legs began to slide inside her. Daphne let out a moan as it disappeared inch by inch, stretching her as it did so. It was thicker than any cock she had taken before and far smoother—almost as if she were being penetrated by stone. Part of it was still outside her, pressing up against her clitoris. The rest of the pearls were also in motion—caressing her breasts, squeezing her neck. Two long, thin strands slid down both of her arms. Daphne let them guide her hands behind her back, feeling them wrap around her wrists, holding them in place. She was entirely exposed now; the pearls on her breasts circled her nipples before cinching around them into two tight, perfect circles. Daphne moaned again, unable to hold herself back any longer. It was too much stimulation at once, in too many places.

The pearls cinched tighter. Daphne gasped.

“Did that hurt?” Kronos murmured.

“No. It feels…”

But there were no words.

The pearls were vibrating against her skin, tingling in alternating frequencies, never keeping the same cadence for too long. Sometimes they pulsed slowly, creating a luxurious rhythm. Then they would speed up, matching her heartbeat, which was sprinting.

Kronos watched it all.

His only involvement was his hands on her hips, which had stayed there since she first straddled him. Now he moved them slowly, encouraging the motion she was already doing, helping her rub against him as the object filled her. Daphne let him move her, losing herself in the motions, thinking of nothing but how astronomically good it felt.

“Daphne,” Kronos murmured.

“Mmm?” It was all she could manage.

“You are making too much noise.”

Daphne hadn’t realized how loud she was being. But she couldn’t help it—the sensation was phenomenal. For all the sex she’d had, she had never felt anything like this. And this wasn’t even sex. She wasn’t sure what it was. All she knew was that she never wanted it to stop. Yet Kronos was right; she was making too much noise. Her mother was right next door. Between the crest and the lingerie, it was a miracle she hadn’t already heard them.

“Daphne,” Kronos whispered. “We should not go on.”

Daphne shook her head. The thought of him stopping was impossible. “Why not?”

“Because if we go on, I am going to try to fuck you.”

She barely believed him. Despite the way they were intertwined, his hands had barely moved since the start of this entire process, his self-restraint the only constant in her world.

“No you won’t,” she said.

Kronos let out a soft laugh, his breath light against her lips. “You hold too high of an opinion of me.”

“What opinion should I hold of you?”

“A negative one.”

Daphne shook her head. Even that caused the pearls to ripple, vibrating across her skin. “You’re an honorable man,” she said through gritted teeth.

“I am not a man.”

And yet, Kronos was more of a man than anyone she had ever met.