Once he had consumed each curve, his tongue delved into the cleft of her ass, and Moira thrilled to the novel sensations that swept like a hot fire over her. He circled the tightly puckered flower that was usually hidden in the darkness, now desperate for his nourishing affections. And like a flower blossoming under the loving care of the hot spring sun, Moira felt the last chains of her inhibitions falling away as she flourished under his enticingly hot mouth.
Low moans sounded from deep in her throat, punctuated by an occasionally pleading "yes!" that was followed by a satisfied sigh when Erebus lavished a place of particular tenderness. Her hips moved with his roving tongue, rocking back and forth, prolonging its touch before he moved on to the untouched.
She stood immobile, but for the gentle swaying of her hips, her body frozen with a tension that was taut with strain. Moira's mouth pined for her lover's persuasive flavor, her skin tingled disconsolately where it was once touched by him. Her breasts were swollen with lust and her nipples elongated as if begging for attention. Her pussy dripped the hot juice of her desire, tracing gleaming trails down her long legs. Nevertheless, Erebus ignored everything but her ass, touched her nowhere but where the very tip of his searing tongue chanced to sample. The very core of her being cried out to be filled, to have the thick proof of his need for her sheathed to the very hilt. She needed to be invaded by him, impaled and completely possessed.
As if reading her mind, or perhaps her body, Erebus withdrew his tongue and stood up. A hand at the back of her neck kept her in place, and he bowed over her 'til his lips brushed softly against her ear. He cupped her mons, and Moira groaned. "This is man's instinctive compulsion. He enters and inhabits it, filling it with his mortal filth as he pumps like a sweating boar over you. When he leaves, it is soiled from his feeble and useless attempt at immortality." Moira shuddered at the sordid image Erebus painted, and wondered how she ever sought out the repulsive touch of man. "Let them fill it whenever you wish; take their life, for they do not deserve the miserable few years granted them. Gift them with the momentary pleasure denied to most, for there is no reason to deny yourself even the most transitory of pleasures."
Then both his hands slid to cup her ass in a unyielding, selfish grasp. He spread the cheeks and slid a finger over her budding flower. "This, however, is mine, and none may enter her but your god, Erebus." The finger pushed carefully within the puckered fissure, and Moira gasped at the unexpected intrusion. "Mine to fill, mine to inhabit, mine to soil with the seed of the divine. Only I shall pump into here, only I shall sweat over you as I take my pleasure in this tight little ass."
He emphasized each word with brief, shallow thrusts, and Moira found herself eagerly thrusting her hips back to draw him in entirely. The tension that had been building from his earlier laboring was strumming dangerously as he slid his finger deeper and deeper. His declaration was imperiously tyrannical and Moira was electrified by the thought of this god's domination over her very body.
"And you," he continued in his melodiously titillating voice, "I will give you such fantastic pleasure. Every time I enter you, you will come, every caress will make you scream from sensations so indescribably exquisite. You will be famished for the very taste of my kisses, and to touch my body will drive you wild for more."
He pulled his finger from her, and Moira wanted to cry, so barren she felt. Yet, before she could plead for the return of his intoxicating touch, the silky soft head of his shaft pressed firmly against the bud of her ass. Where she was tender and vulnerable, he was hard and uncompromising. The heavy weight of his balls slapped softly against her thighs as he positioned himself for the conquering.
He took a lock of her hair and wound it around his fist, forcing her head back. "And when I come within you, my dear witch, you will truly know the addiction of ambrosia." And with that, he plowed into her. With a single, powerful thrust, he was seated to the very base within her body. Moira's pained cry was ignored as he forced his way, stretching her beyond endurance, taking her to the brink of sanity. And with a suddenness that surprised her, the pain was replaced with a pleasure that caused Moira's body to shudder and quake, convulsing with violent intensity.
Erebus steadily pounded himself into the turbulence, riding her as she bucked back against him. The crushing ferocity of her euphoria strangled his rod, pulling the silvery liquid of his very divinity from his body. He resisted the urge to release, not wanting to allow this woman even the smallest bit of control over him, but to no avail. He exploded, painting her womb brilliantly in silver, her euphoria turning into his own as he was devoured by the essence of Moira.
