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Lips of the Gods

 

My heart condensed at the thought of having myself beside her in bed. Of having her lips on mine as we made love. Or was it to be called screwed? I had no love for her, but I questioned that thought as I felt my heart squeeze at just the sight of the beautiful goddess before me. She was a gift that I treasured, but I hated her. She had the cunning look in her eyes that her father had possessed so diligently. She was strong boned and the red locks of sun kissed hair made her ever more exotic.

I licked my lips in anticipation. She could see my lust as easily as if it were her own. And truly, how could you miss it? My erection grew bigger as she neared me with the sexual prowess of a woman with years of experience. But this girl before me was a virgin. Her arms came around me and I was lost in the soft scent of her flesh against mine.

It was one of the best nights of my life, but that I would never admit to anyone.

 

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A thousand years had passed since Amelia had been mine. I disliked her ever more as the years progressed. She had an indisputable personality and would only come near me to fuck. It disgusted me beyond words, but as soon as she touched me my body was on fire and I was inside her in seconds, loving the very feel of her as she wrapped her legs around my body.

After every session I would feel incredible loneliness. And I would fall asleep as though but under a spell. It was a dreamless sleep and when I awoke I would awake with her curious face over mine as she stared at me. It angered me to no end. How could she just lie there and watch a poor soul who could do nothing to quench her touch but to release my seed inside of her.

My eyes opened as I had awoken from a dream. One of the few I ever had. My eyes watered at the memory of my younger sister being run through by a God… this is why I was with this woman. Virginity was a pride among the Gods, and she was given to me to compensate for the deaths of my family.

I was still a little shady on the idea that she may have compensated for it. But whenever I looked at her sneering face from across the room I saw her father. At the moment she was lying asleep on the bed beside me. I groaned as my hand brushed against her luminescent skin.

“I'm sorry.” She whispered to me her eyes fluttering open. I saw pain in her eyes before it disappeared again. She always tried to cover up her feelings; I didn't like those kinds of people. Above all I valued honesty and truth; she didn't show any of those. “I know you don't like me touching you.”

“That's not it.” I smiled at her. “I would just like it better if you only did it once a day.” I kissed her head.

She smiled at me. “What if I want you more than once a day?”

“You know what to do…”

“Can I have you now?”

“For what?” I waited with bated breath for her answer. I got my answer.

“I want you to make love to me.”

I kissed her hard slipping easily into her. She moaned in my arms as her head fell back in pleasure. I loved the scent of her body.

“Aaron… oh how I love you.”

I was so lost in her presence I ignored her confession rocking my hips faster against hers. My lips covered her nipple as I teased her. I felt her body tense as she screamed out in pleasure. I didn't stop as I felt myself nearing my climax. She came again and I released my seed inside of her. It was blissful and I pulled out of her right away.

She laid there her chest falling up and down as she tried to calm her breathing. She was such a beautiful thing. I smiled at her; she was one of the most precious beings of this world, but loving her felt like I was betraying my family, even if they were dead.