Alexis looked like she was on the verge of saying something else, but I decided to preempt any conversation about the medallion. I was tired of talking about the medallion. I was tired of worrying about the medallion. I was ready for action, not more talking.
My lips pressed against Alexis’s and she moaned. The vibration against my lips tickled, and then she opened her mouth and our tongues were dancing back and forth once more. This probably sounds cheesy, but the taste of her as our mouths came together and I pressed my bra covered tits against her tank top was, to put it mildly, absolutely divine. I’d had plenty of experience over the past couple of days with being the divine creature that was getting with a mere mortal, but now the tables were flipped in a way. Alexis was a completely divine creature in her own right, and I suppose I still counted as a half mortal if only one of my parents was a god, right?
Either way, the feel of her body, the taste of her, it was enough to make me drunk off of her body and the experience.
I pulled back from the kiss and looked down at her. She looked up at me, still gasping for breath, and then her eyes moved down to the medallion.
“You shouldn’t have that,” she said. “That shouldn’t work on you.”
“Alexis, it seems like you have a lot to learn about what is and isn’t possible. Especially where I’m concerned,” I said.
I know it was a cheesy line, but it seemed to get her attention. She propelled herself forward off of the barstool and then her arms were wrapping around my back, running up and down my bare skin as one of her hands moved to fumble with my bra strap. Her mouth was on me again, and we stood there locked together making out for another few minutes.
Her hand tickled where it was fumbling with my bra strap. She seemed unsure of herself, as though she’d never worked a bra clasp. Which, now that I thought about it, was an entirely likely situation given how innocent and naïve she seemed about other things. Something told me that divine creatures like this divine creature in my arms didn’t get around much. If at all.
The thought that I might be the first person to be with her like this, especially considering how far into antiquity her job description probably went, was enough to make my already rock hard cock lurch in anticipation of plunging inside this gorgeous angel.
She finally managed to reach her goal and I felt my bra spring loose and the straps fall down my shoulders. Her hands scrambled around to my front and she was pulling. I pulled away from her long enough to hold my hands out so she could pull my bra down completely and send my tits bouncing out in the warm air.
She stared at my tits as though she was a woman who’d been in the desert for weeks and my tits were the first oasis she’d seen. Okay, so maybe someone who’d been stranded in the desert for weeks would be dead long before they reached an oasis and it isn’t the perfect metaphor, but you get the point. She was looking at my tits with a hunger that I hadn’t seen in someone’s eyes in years. Maybe since the first time I got with a guy, which also happened to be his first time.
Then I realized that maybe there was a first time going on here, though I was going to be polite enough to not inquire.
Her hands moved around and cupped my tits, and that pleasurable tingling that followed her touch shot through my tits and directly down to my cock. Her touch would’ve been hot enough on its own, but it had that extra divine tingle that was driving me absolutely wild.
I couldn’t help myself. I threw my head back and let out a moan as she explored my tits. And if I thought the pleasure from her touching my tits was amazing, well that was nothing compared to what it felt like when she leaned forward and then her tongue was swirling around my nipple.
I’d had plenty of people suck on my nipples before, it was something I enjoyed but it wasn’t exactly something that got me off. Though I knew girls who were sensitive enough that simply having their tits sucked on could be enough to send them over the edge. Only there was something intense about her tongue making contact with me, about the tingle that accompanied her touch, about her lips wrapped around my nipple as she pulled my tit into her mouth, that was sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body directly to my pussy as that amazing warmth I’d come to know and love over the past couple of days started to fill me again.
Only this time it didn’t feel anything like the sensation when I reached out to feel the room. And there was something about the warmth that seemed to grow in strength, in power, when I was turned on myself.
If they felt this good when she was just touching my body with her hands, with her mouth, I wondered what it would feel like when we were both completely naked rolling around on top of one another. Only one way to find out.
I reached down and tugged up on her tank top. She looked so damn hot in it, but I needed to see her out of it. She pulled back and I wanted to let out a cry of disappointment as her hands left my body, but I knew what was coming was going to be so much more amazing than anything else I’d felt from her.
She held her hands up and grinned a dirty little grin as I pulled up on her tank top. Then her face was obscured in her clothes and her tits were exposed to me. Well, her tits clad in a bright pink bra were exposed to me. They looked absolutely perfect, absolutely mouthwatering. Not too big, not too small. Perfect.
Then her tank top was over her head and I tossed it behind me, not bothering to look where it landed, or even caring where it landed for that matter.
I dove back in and we were kissing again. Just feeling her lips against me, feeling that tingling spreading from her mouth to mine, around my tongue, was something that I felt like I could stand there and enjoy forever. Only this time there was the added sensation of our bodies pressing together, my tits pressing against her tits, still covered by a bra but amazing nonetheless. I moved my hand around her back and with a quick flick her bra was open.
When I came up for breath to pull her straps down she raised an eyebrow and grinned at me. “That was fast.”
“I have a feeling I have a lot more practice that you,” I said.
“Then get over here and show me what you know,” she said.
Boy was that something I was more than willing to do, but as I looked around the room I realized there definitely wasn’t a good place for us to get down to it. Making out against the bar like this was hot and all, but it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to actually get down to business.
No, we needed to go somewhere else.
“Is there someplace more comfortable we could move to?” I asked.
That was a mistake. That seemed to break through the lust fueled haze Alexis was trapped in for a moment and I could see a flash of panic run across her face before the lust reasserted itself.
“We can’t,” she said. “If we left this room then it would raise all sorts of questions, questions that would get me in big trouble.”
“Damn,” I said. “This isn’t the most comfortable place. Can’t you project something new or something?”
Alexis shook her head again, and this time there was nothing but regret. “The projection isn’t something I can manipulate. I’m not nearly powerful enough. Neither are you, for that matter.”
Well then. I’d heard her say I couldn’t do something plenty of times since I got to this place, wherever the hell this place was. And every time she’d been absolutely wrong. So I figured I might as well give it a try. Who’s to say she wasn’t going to be flat wrong again?
Besides, earlier when she was saying I couldn’t reach out to all of those people in the room I hadn’t even been turned on. If what I’d noticed was true and there was some sort of correlation between how horny I was and how powerful that goddess of love stuff I could do was, then I was definitely in a mood to do some surprising things.
I closed my eyes and reached out with my power. This time it came to me almost immediately. Again, horniness seemed to be an advantage for me, though it was definitely helpful knowing I could draw on this power without being turned on. Only this time
when I reached out with my power I didn’t look for somebody to touch with it. Instead I felt around the room. And as I felt around the room I was surprised to realize that I felt something similar to the same tingling sensation I got when I pressed my body against Alexis.
Speaking of, I leaned down with my closed eyes and started making out with Alexis again. Hey, I figured if horniness was my secret superpower then I was going to get all the extra help I could.
My tongue darted against Alexis’s and I reached up to cup one of her bare tits, damn were they divine, as I continued to feel around the room with my power. I got a feel for the way the room was laid out and then I formed an image in my mind of a bedroom rather than a club. Nothing fancy, just a nice hotel suite I’d stayed at for spring break last year where I’d made some pretty good memories. Plus, the idea of turning Alexis from a pretty little angel to a spring break slut was kind of a turn on.
I held the image in my mind and pushed out with my powers. I didn’t feel anything change at first, but then my sense of things started to shift. The bar disappeared and I snatched Alexis away from the barstool as it started to fade away.
I opened my eyes and Alexis was looking around the room, looking incredibly sexy even as she looked both astonished and perplexed.
I looked around the bar, only it wasn’t the bar anymore. I smiled and suppressed a chuckle. Tell me I couldn’t do something? Well, I’d shown her.
“That’s…”
I held up a hand to stop Alexis. “Impossible, I know.”
I glanced down between my tits. The medallion swung and glowed bright blue. Bright enough that I had to turn away and even then there was still an afterimage of the glow that I tried to blink away. Okay, so something definitely had the medallion going. Did it have something to do with what I’d just done? Was that the reason why I was suddenly able to do all these things Alexis seemed to think were impossible?
Okay, so there were all sorts of mysteries I could be solving right now. Mysteries piling on top of mysteries, really. Especially considering the weird week I was having. But I honestly didn’t give a fuck about any of that right now. All I cared about was that Alexis was standing in front of me, topless in a pair of incredible shorts that clung to her ass and left nothing to the imagination. I was standing there topless as well, in my own pair of short shorts that Alexis seemed to appreciate.
And I felt a throbbing in my cock that had to be satisfied.
And, more importantly, we were in a bedroom. A hotel bedroom that had a lot of good memories for me. Sure, in a detached back part of my mind I knew it wasn’t actually that hotel bedroom, this was some fake approximation of it based on my memories, but still. The bed was here, I was here, Alexis was here.
As a far as I was concerned, as far as my cock was concerned, that was more than enough.
“How did you…” Alexis started.
I didn’t give her a chance to finish her question. Instead I reached and took her hand, pulling her towards the bed. I pushed and she landed back with a muted thump, her curly hair splaying out around her and her tits bouncing hypnotically as she landed. She giggled as I threw myself on top of her, taking just the briefest of moments to enjoy the sight of her laid out before me with her legs spread apart before I landed gently on her and moved down to kiss her. She scrunched up her nose and giggled as my hair fell down across her nose and tickled her.
I shifted to the side slightly so that I could continue kissing her, enjoying the taste of her, while one hand wrapped behind her neck and the other started tracing a line down. I paused around her breasts, taking a moment to run my hands along those perfect globes, feeling a tingle pressing up through my hands and into my arm as I cupped her tits.
From there I moved down to her stomach where I traced a playful circle around her belly button that elicited a giggle into my mouth that made me giggle in turn. I moved down until my hands were rubbing her pussy through those ridiculously tight shorts. I moved my hand up and flicked the button on her jeans. I unzipped them quickly.
Time to get down to business. In a flash I was pulling away from the kiss and yanking on her pants. She lifted her ass to give me an assist and my mouth watered as I pulled her shorts down revealing her panty clad pussy to me for the first time.
Apparently her research into current fashions was correct down to the last detail. Including exactly what kind of slutty underwear a girl was likely to wear when out for a night of clubbing. I licked my lips as I took in the sight of her thong, and then I reached down and tore it aside. No need to worry about breaking it, since apparently this was all in my imagination anyways.
Alexis gasped as her pussy was exposed to the air for the first time, and I wondered if this was also the first time her pussy had been exposed like that to anyone at all.
Just like every other part of her, it was gorgeous. I wondered if I’d feel that same delicious, divine, tingling sensation I’d felt with the rest of her body running across my cock as I fucked her. Only one way to find out.
I jumped off the bed and quickly my own shorts were on the floor and I was jumping on top of her again. This time she gasped in both surprise and pleasure as the head of my cock rubbed against her pussy. Tender wetness pressed against my cockhead and I let out a gasp of my own as I felt something indescribable course through my dick to the rest of my body. It was as though just brushing her divine body was enough to send an orgasm coursing through my body, even without penetration.
I was starting to seriously worry that if I did press my cock inside her I’d quickly find myself overwhelmed. Not that a pesky fact like risking passing out or something worse by fucking an angel was going to actually stop me from fucking said angel.
I held myself up on one hand and moved to grab my dick and guide it to her entrance, but I was pleasantly surprised when I felt her own hand wrapping around my cock and pressing my cockhead against her.
I looked down and she smiled up at me. A smile that mixed sexiness and innocence all into one and drove me crazy. And I was right about being overwhelmed. That feeling of having a minor orgasm when my cockhead pressed against her pussy was nothing compared to the fireworks that went off as I passed her pussy lips and started moving inside her.
It was inch after excruciating, pleasurable, inch as I pushed inside her. She bit her lip and pulled her hand away, throwing her arms up over her head as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her curly hair flopped from side to side as her head tossed back and forth while I continued pressing inside her.
Every couple of inches she would wince and I’d stop. Maybe this really was the first time someone had explored this territory. Although, come to think of it, it did seem a little odd to me that an angel could feel pain. Then again, she was in mortal form, delicious tingling aside, so maybe that had something to do with it? I just didn’t know enough about how things worked with these people, how things worked up here, to make any sort of educated guess.
Then I was bottomed out inside her, my landing strip pressing against her pussy lips. I squeezed my eyes shut and held myself there for a moment to adjust. I wanted to give Alexis time to adjust to the feeling of my cock inside her, but more importantly I needed to give myself time to adjust to the feeling of my cock buried in her.
Especially since burying myself inside her felt like one continuous orgasm after another. It was a feeling I was familiar with the from experiences with a couple of my boyfriends before I had this surprising equipment change, but it wasn’t something I’d experienced since the medallion forced me into this odd transformation.
“Is something wrong?”
I opened my eyes and looked down to see Alexis staring up at me with concern. I smiled and leaned down to kiss her. I intended it to be a quick kiss, but it very quickly turned into an impromptu make out session that sent blood rushing to my head.
I pulled back. “No, being inside you is just unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”
“Thanks?”
I kisse
d her again, this time it was definitely only a quick peck. “Trust me, it’s a good thing. An overwhelming thing, but a good thing.”
I pulled out and pressed inside her again, a wave of pleasure running along the length of my cock as it ran past her pussy lips and into her delicious wetness. The intensity was still there, but I was starting to get used to it. I suppose that proved you could get used to just about anything. I pulled out and bottomed out again, and again. Alexis threw her head back and gasped every time I bottomed out inside her.
I’d been so focused on in the sensation of my cock buried in her pussy that I didn’t concentrate on any of the other sensations running through my body. Like the electric bolts of pleasure that shot through me anywhere else our skin made contact, as though I was having one continuous orgasm in those spots as well. Every time our tits bounced and our nipples brushed together when I bottomed out inside her it was like little explosions of pleasure going off that went coursing through my entire torso. It was all I could do to not blow my load right there.
“Fuck this is amazing,” I said.
“You’re telling me,” Alexis said. “Fuck me!”
And so I did. The bed bounced against the wall with every thrust. I felt sweat beading around me as I concentrated on the amazing feelings coursing through my body. I wasn’t sure how any fucking session was ever going to compare to this one. A small part of me worried that this might ruin me for any other sex I might ever have.
Nah.
Her gasps were turning to moans. She had a cute, high-pitched voice, but as I continued to thrust deep inside her that voice was going lower with every push. It was sexy the way her voice changed as she lost control. It was incredibly fucking hot the way sweat was beading on her body as her magnificent tits bounced under my every thrust.
And through it all there was that constant stream of indescribable, amazing pleasure wherever our bodies made contact. Looking down at her staring up at me, biting her lip whenever we made eye contact, occasionally leaning up to kiss me, my hair spilling down around her and framing that gorgeous face that was tossing from side to side every time she moaned. It was incredible.
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