Chapter Five: Down the Garden Path
I lost track of how many times he had me deliriously screaming his name. Laying there with his weight on my wrists while he held me down and used my body was more than I had ever imagined.
His low, growling chuckle drew my attention to his face as he withdrew from my body and looked down on me. "I dare say, the grass here has never had such a sweet treat as your passion flowing into it. I can almost imagine a garden watered by your juices... it would be the most sweetly scented, lush, vibrantly colored riot of flowers and greenery..."
I tried not to giggle at the idea. "You make me sound like the naughtiest fertility goddess!"
"May I worship at your altar, then?" He joked, sliding back down my body, but his remarkable blue eyes never left mine as he settled his mouth over me again, teasing my throbbing, swollen clit with his tongue lightly and slowly. He had me cumming again for him in a matter of minutes.
When I could focus again, I found myself lying there, muscles twitching, staring up at the cloudless blue sky of the astral realm. When he kissed me back to mindfulness, I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. It was a heady taste, sweet and smoky at once, like an exotic incense given liquid form.
His strong hands gripped my hips as he sat back up and pulled me towards him. "I believe you had a request for where I ought to fuck you next?" He said with a roguish smile. He placed the head of his shaft against my derrière and my eyes widened, remembering the flood of filthy language that had passed my lips.
"Oh," I gasped, blushing. "Yes."
He stroked my body with his own, watching the passion flit across my face. I could feel him watching the lust build in my eyes, the parting of my soft pink lips as a tongue quickly moistened them, the quick rise and fall of my breasts as my breath caught, waiting for him to claim my most intimate of holes, but he just teased me. "Tell me again, little Priestess... where did you want me to fuck you?"
I feel my cheeks flame and I lowered my lashes demurely, despite there being nothing at all demure about my next words: "Lucifer, I want you to fuck my ass." I met his eyes again, despite the burning of my cheeks, boldly. He smiled and pressed a little more firmly against me, but not enough to penetrate me. He continued to watch the play of emotion across my face before saying softly: "Beg me."
The words unleashed a riot within me. On one hand, it pressed my mind to the jagged edge of orgasm, while my body all but screamed for him to sink into me. On the other, I wanted to tell him to stop pressing me, and just TAKE me already! He surely saw my frustration because his low chuckle was of purely masculine satisfaction. He reached down and slowly stroked his fingertips over my clit and repeated softly: "Ask me Gwendolyn... beg me for it."
I immediately wanted to protest the use of my full name but that thought passed as quickly as it came when his fingers moved against me more insistently. I couldn't help the noise I made that was somewhere between a groan and a snarl of unfulfilled desire.
"Please!" I gasped, nearly incoherently, as my voice was so ragged with want. "Please, Lucifer. Please, please, please... don't leave me like this. Don't make me keep waiting... please... please fuck my tight, needy, desperate ass! PLEASE!"
The last felt ripped from me, and I knew my face was all but a mask of tragedy, imploring him to slide into me, to take me and complete me.
He smiled almost proudly as the words tumbled from my lips, and then slid himself halfway into my tight little hole.
I felt my spine bow and my eyes roll back as an unbidden orgasm rocked me. He took his time, allowing me to adjust to his impressive length and girth. I had a fleeting thought about the perfection of him inside me, how my body felt made to house his before he was stroking in and out of me freely, my body weeping sexual fluid copiously over us both. It aided in lubricating my body and his, making his gentle strokes glide in and out of me with maddening intensity. He continued to rub my clit as he slowly, teasingly, made love to my ass.
I gasped his name, clawing at the grass beneath me, my eyes clamped tight shut, absorbing the feel of his strong hands and magnificent cock in my body. I felt that shadowy hunger arise in my body, but I kept it in check, not wanting to harm him or draw from the heated waves of passionate energy that freely flowed between us, cognizant of the warning given by the Goddess of Retribution, Nemesis.
"Let go," He said to me, his gaze bright and warm, but full of command.
"If I do," I warned breathlessly, " I can't control my... my hunger."
"Relinquish your control to me and trust me to know my own limits," he said firmly. "I know what Nemesis said. And trust I am a big enough angel to handle even your darkest, most urgent of needs."
It seemed foolhardy, and I meant to say so, when he slid completely out of me then buried himself to the hilt a moment later, robbing me of speech, thought and the ability to do anything but FEEL. He slowly mastered and played my body like some rare musical instrument that only he knew how to play. My control was being slowly, dangerously broken with each movement of his body and I wanted nothing more than to trust and yield to him as he asked.
"Trust me," He said softly, intently.
"I do," I confessed, unable to to hide the truth of it, but aware of the foolishness. He was dangerous. I knew it, and I would be lying if I said there wasn't more than a little bit of me screaming to protect myself and not let him any closer to my heart; I couldn't keep him anymore than he me, and trusting him, knowing who and what he was, was... so, so damn foolish. But, I just knew instinctually that I could. And I did.
He looked deeply into my eyes, the blue depth of his drawing me into his mind, nearly, his thoughts around me as though I stood in the epicenter of his brain, straining to keep my unusual desire from flooding out of me. He leaned down and his kiss was a slow fire, burning away each tether that held me in check.
