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“You saved me,” I say.
“So did he.”
“Why are you arguing with me? You want me to go to him?”
“No.”
I slip my hands around the broad shield that is his back and push my fingers beneath the loose shoulders of his tunic. His skin is so warm, like he’s absorbed all the heat from that bath and is holding it somewhere in his core.
“You’re different, Kalistratos,” I tell him. “I wish I could explain why. With all of the crazy shit that’s happened to me, I should be huddled in a quivering ball on the ground, but I’m not. I feel safe. Isn’t that crazy? The world I come from is like marshmallows and rainbows compared to here, and somehow I’ve never felt freer, because of you.”
Kalistratos replies with another hungry kiss. I melt against him, nibbling and sucking his tongue as I explore his body with my hands. I can’t stop myself. It feels so good to be wanted, to know without a doubt that he wants me,that he’s here for me. The wildest part is that I don’t need it said to me, even after growing so accustomed to the feelings of desperate insecurity that had become my normal state of mind when it came to love. It’s like your feet hitting land when you’ve been treading water for so long—no one needs to tell you you’re safe, you just know it.
I feel it so deeply, it’s overwhelming.
His lips find my neck, and the scratch of his stubble as he nuzzles into me sends a shiver through my body. My cock is so hard it’s literally throbbing for his touch. And there’s something else that I’ve never felt before—an aching urgency deep inside of me, an intense warmth, and slickness from a place that normally would alarm the hell out of me for being wet. But again, my body seems to know better than my head. The feeling I have is that this is normal for an omega. My body has transformed, and my pleasure has doubled.
I drop onto the bed and look up at Kalistratos, taking in a good eyeful of his powerful body. My gaze drops to his groin. Whoever invented these tunics is a goddamn genius. Men in skirts? Hell yeah. There’s no hiding the shape of his cock lifting the fabric. Damn, he’s big.
He looks at me sitting there in front of him and smiles. “The chiton truly suits you.”
I look down at my tunic, then lean back onto my elbows. I’ve got no underwear on, and the bottom part of the skirt barely drapes over the tip of my hard-on.
“What do you think of my blue Halloween ghost?” I say, grinning as I tilt my hips and make the fabric sway back and forth.
Kalistratos frowns. “What?”
“Never mind. Come here.”
I slide my hands around his thighs and pull him closer so that his concealed cock is bobbing just in front of my face.
“So, no one has ever touched you like…this?”
I take two fingers and spread them over his tip, then roll them down his length like I’m holding the fattest cigarette in the world. My palm reaches his thigh. The cloth is pulled tight on him, enough that I can just make out the details of his cock. He’s uncut, I can see that. A spot slowly darkens on the fabric at his tip.
“Never,” he growls. He’s watching me, waiting to see what I’m going to do.
I lean forward and gently tease him with the end of my nose, slowly filling my lungs as I drift around his head. His cock throbs between my fingers. I taste a hint of his musk, just a tantalizing peek gated by the cloth. Then I place my other hand on his thigh and move upwards. Those hamstrings are something else. He’s a level of ripped that you just can’t get by pumping iron.
My fingers disappear beneath the lip of his tunic’s skirt. I reachthe crease of his thigh, then slowly touch the underside of his shaft. Goddamn, he’s on fire. It would probably feel incredible to have that heat inside of me.
Enough waiting. I pull the tunic up and free his length. It bobs heavy and hard in front of my nose, and I take a full breath of his warm, delicious scent. And as I wrap my fingers around his girth, I realize it’s nothing like a human’s.
He has a slight upward curve, and his shaft bulges with subtle swells like an undulating wave from the crest of his head all the way down to the base where it’s much thicker, like a swollen knot. It’s like his cock has muscles. It’s mesmerizing.
I run my fingers up and down him, feeling the shape of the swells and their firmness. His head gleams with arousal, and as I wrap my hand around his girth and gently squeeze, a droplet of excitement flows from his tip. I turn to look at his profile. The head is a little longer than a human’s and is shaped in the most incredible way.
My wetness is out of control. My body knows this thing was made to fuck me. I’ve had some pretty intense cravings for cock, but nothing like this. The heat glowing down beneath my pregnant belly is intense. I feelfertile. It’s the only thing I can think of to explain it. It’s like something inside of me is reacting to him. Even though I’m already pregnant, I feel this deep desire to have a baby. I grip him with both hands and finally indulge myself with a flick of my tongue across his tip. Delicious.
Kalistratos groans as I stroke down his shaft and wrap my lips around his head. It’s a wonder I can fit him inside of my mouth. But I do it, like a fucking champ. My tongue cradles the underside of his cock as he slides into my throat. He pushes his fingers into my hair and grips my head, tossing his head back as he releases another long groan, and when I slide back, he’s completely coated in my spit. My mouth is hanging wide open for him. His head rests on my tongue as saliva drips onto the floor. I smile and push forward again, taking him into the pocket of my cheek, bulging it out.
“That feels incredible,” he murmurs. “By the gods…”
Little does he know how skilled I am at sucking dick. I’m damn set on making his very first blowjob one he’ll never forget.
I swallow him again, this time to the very limit. He growls for me and I reach around, squeeze his tight ass and pull him in even deeper. My nose is flattened into his pubic hair and tears stream out of my eyes. He pulses in my throat. It’s not enough; I wish I could take him deeper. I pull back, cranking his length with my fist as I gasp for breath. He drags one thumb across my bottom lip, wiping away the mess that hangs in long gleaming strings to his cock. I playfully nip at his thumb before returning to my work, using my hands, lips, and tongue to please him.
His moans cut short and he clenches my shoulder.
