Chapter 2: You’re In the Wrong Place
Contains mature, smutty scenes.
It was Eutostea’s first company with that of an opposite sex… her first kiss and god forbid, the first she exposed her bare skin to a man. If her sisters were to learn that she’d shown her body to a deity in bed, they’d grind their teeth in jealousy.
Eutostea’s body trembled. The man gently laid her down the bed. No, god, not man. He looked at her deeply, like a prey waiting to be devoured. He leaned forward and crashed his lips onto Eutostea, mixing his saliva with hers. With lips stuck on hers, he grasped her soft mound with one hand. It was a heavenly feeling, he thought.
Eutostea moaned. She felt a strange feeling flow through her body. They call it pleasure, right…? But that was but a brief encounter. After the short foreplay, Apollo pushed his manhood deep inside her secret garden.
Eutostea heard that the first experience would be painful and would fade right away, but that was an obvious lie. It was a splitting feeling of something creeping down. She almost seemed to break in half from the pain too. It was strange, and a little awkward knowing her hymen had been forced open. The hot flesh filled her garden and god could she could feel it deep inside.
And it was then that she felt pleasure…
Moreover, while her eyes were shut tight, Apollo’s constant kisses and caresses melted her body like cotton candy, sucking her tongue like sweet nectar.
Ignorant of a man and woman’s relationship, she allowed Apollo to skillfully lead the pace. As a result, Apollo wrapped her legs around his waist and thrusted forward slowly, bringing Eutostea to higher stairs of ecstasy.
With lips stuck on each other, Eutostea moaned softly, a sound Apollo found pleasurable to the ear. He smiled and deepened the kiss once more.
The night was short, or at least she thought it was. She didn’t know how long the time had passed, all she knew was of Apollo’s never-ending thrust and grinding against her wet petals. And each time, she’d respond to a throaty moan. Apollo would have continued the sensual act but he was at his limits and so was she. She placed her arm on Apollo’s shoulder as a sign of surrender before he made his release.
And finally, with a sigh of pleasure, Eutostea laid back down. Her cheeks were burning hot and the gap between her open crotch was damp, her secret garden covered with white fluids.
Apollo rested beside her and circled his fingers on her skin.
“You don’t smell at all. It’s weird,” he said, smelling her scent.
‘I don’t use perfume.’
Eutostea answered mutely. And like before, no sound came out. But this time, the pressure from before gradually decreased and she felt slightly comfortable. Though there still exists the uneasiness in her heart.
‘What should I do? He had mistaken me for my sister…’
But whether or not he mistook her identity, Apollo enjoyed the moments of fingering her sweet spot.
“I… don’t need to smell all the time.”
“Regardless, I’d have allowed you to call my name, but you kept silent.”
What was she supposed to do in the presence of a god? She did not know. That and the pressure was too overbearing. Unsure what to say, she used other forms of communication and pulled Apollo’s hand into her arms. Her purpose was to move his hand away from her sweet spot.
He made a sudden request and she thought it all the more absurd.
‘What? Right now? After all that had just happened?’
But still, he was a god and it was best to follow their wants and needs. Eutostea placed her lips on the back of his hand. In that instant, her skin was covered with goosebumps. It was electrifying.
This is the body of a god?
In her midst of wonder, Apollo grabbed her chin and ravaged her lips and she once again felt a strange, cool feeling flowing all over her body.
Was it his saliva? No that can’t be right.
How could someone’s saliva become so intoxicating and taste so sweetly? Eutostea had an idea. Because he was a god.
Apollo smiled, pressing his two fingers on her lower lip.
“Won’t you let me hear your voice before the night ends? Are you afraid? Oh, maybe it’s because of me. Right, I shouldn’t have come here like this. The energy of a god is too much for a human not used to it. Is it an inconvenience? But didn’t you have the best night? Hmm… I don’t really care. But even so, I’ll faithfully spend the night next to you. I won’t leave ‘till dawn.”
He smiled sweetly again.
“I’ll sing you a song.”
To hear the voice of the god of music was akin to addiction. He had a sweet voice, humming the lyrics of a tune.
As she lulled deep into sleep, Eutostea had only one thought, she was screwed. She feared what was to come. The prison-like structure designed by the king was like an ironclad to prevent outsiders from entering, but well, here was…
The dim moonlight barely shone through the windows and Apollo saw her lulling to sleep. He kissed her forehead goodbye and approached the window. Eutostea looked over her shoulder and saw the silver dawn of light rippling his sturdy figure that could only be seen through deem eyes.
The last voice she heard from the god was an ominous prophecy: “I’ll come again.”
And at last, sleep overtook her.
T/N: Due to to Word Excerpt running strictly on ad revenue, I had to get creative with the wordings of a man and woman’s body parts so as not to get flagged for pornography otherwise we’d run out of business! On that note, if you aren’t already, do support us by not reading on agg-re-gate sites but here at Word Excerpt. Let’s not allow them to profit on the hard work done by others.