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The god groans, and his free hand strokes over my cheek. “I would like this. I always like this.”
I pull my hand from his grip and slip both of them under his robe. It’s more voluminous than I realized, and after a moment’s hesitation, I slip my head under as well. I feel a bit like a naughty child getting under his skirts, and the thought makes me grin. The view under here is rather impressive, I decide, running my fingers up his calves and then on to his thighs. His cock is enormous, as pale as the rest of him, but that’s to be expected. He’s a god. Of course he’s going to have godlike equipment. His cock looks as if it’s made of white marble, and he’s hairless here, a long, thick vein stretching along the underside of his shaft. I grip him in my hand, hearing his breath catch, and then lick the prominent head.
The Spidae jerks in response.
“Is that all right?” I ask in a soft voice. “Should I stop?”
“No,” he says quickly, shifting on his feet. “Do not stop. Keep—keep going.”
“I’m just going to use my mouth and hands,” I promise him, pressing a kiss to the twitching head of his cock. “My only goal is to give you pleasure.” I press another kiss to his skin, and then, as I grip him tight, I kiss my way down his shaft, making sure each one is open mouthed and slightly lingering. By the time I flick my tongue against his sac, he’s hard as iron in my grasp.
I move back to the head of him and give him another lingering kiss, and this time I flick my tongue over his skin. He twitches in my grip again, and I slide my hand to the base of his shaft, squeezing as I do. “If I had an oil, I could work you with my hands,” I murmur as I lavish attention on him. “Just glide them over your cock and stroke you until you come. If you don’t like my mouth, we can do that next time.”
He grunts, and I have no idea if that’s good or bad. It doesn’t sound bad, though, and he doesn’t ask me to stop, so I keep on going. I curl my tongue around him and then pull him into my mouth and suck. Two hard draws upon his cock and then he comes, spilling into my mouth and down my throat. At this point, I’m used to the web-like release and I swallow it all, licking his cock to clean him and then giving him one final kiss on the tip before I emerge from underneath his robes.
The entire chamber is now filled with webs, twice as much as before. I stifle a giggle at the sight and turn back to the Spidae.
The god still has his eyes closed, a look of surprised and delighted bliss on his face. I move forward and gently press a hand to his chest, letting him know of my presence. “Were my duties to your liking, my Lord Fate?”
He reaches for me, touching my cheek, and his thumb skims over my mouth. “That was the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says in a low voice. “And I have lived a very, very long time.”
I’m happy that he also sounds more…coherent than before. I press a kiss to his hand. “I’m glad I’ve pleased you.”
“Very much.” He strokes my face again. “I like touching you. I’ve never liked being touched before.”
“Then you can touch me all you want. But I would advise you to keep your eyes closed,” I tell him, sliding my hands over his chest and rubbing lightly. “If the sight of me affects your enjoyment, simply do not look.”
“A simple but elegant solution.”
That makes me smile, and I nudge my mouth against his hand so he feels it. “Mortals are very good at coming up with simple solutions, if not elegant ones.”
He smiles back, and for the first time since I agreed to become the Spidae’s anchor, I feel as if I’ve done my job. I’ve brought him comfort, even if for a few small minutes. My bringing him joy brings me joy, as well. I stroke his chest, since he seems to appreciate my touch. If he’s not used to caresses, though, this might feel invasive for him. “Should I stop touching you? Are you uncomfortable?”
The god shakes his head. “I…like it.” He almost sounds shy, and I can’t help but notice that he keeps his eyes tightly shut, as if he wants this moment to go on between us, forever.
I’m in no hurry to wrap things up myself. My mouth tastes like cobwebs and musk, but it doesn’t bother me as much as it did before. I run my hands over him,and as I do, I note the sparse room. “You need blankets and pillows in here, my lord.”
“Why?”
“So we might lounge here and I can rub your shoulders, or your back, or anywhere else you might wish for me to rub,” I say playfully, moving behind him and running my hand over his arms and down his spine. “Sometimes it’s lovely to just lie about and cuddle.”
“Do you have such things?” he asks. He tilts his head, inquisitive.
His reaction startles me. He is one of the triad of Fate, and a god. Shouldn’t he have this answer? Is it because he sees the future? “You don’t know?”
“I see nothing with my eyes closed,” he murmurs, sounding fascinated. “Not even the future.”
Oh. I press my cheek to his back and wrap my arms around him from behind. “I have them in my room, but I cannot get in there unless someone takes me…and I have no wish to go back right now.” I love being touched and petted myself, so I can only imagine how good it must feel to someone touch-starved. I rub my nose into his back, noting that his long hair smells like dust. Everything in this tower smells like dust. I suppose I should press him to bathe, but that can wait for another day. Right now, this feels like a breakthrough and I’m content to live in the moment. “What should I call you?”
“Do you need to call me something?”
I run my hands over him again, pressing my breasts to his back. “If I touch myself to thoughts of you, I need a name to call youso that you know my words are for you.”
The god groans, his head falling back against me, his hair cascading. “I have seen that before.” He pants, and when my hand strays lower, I find that he’s stirring again. I reach for his cock, teasing him into hardness again.
“You’ve seen that?”
“I’ve watched you,” he admits. “So lovely. So sensual.”
