“Yes, I think that would be the best way. Though you should know I plan on keeping the errors too.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
“Is this going to happen once we get up to your room, or what?” I can’t help but ask, because I’m already starting to feel the building excitement and the pressure to feel release from myself and others.
“It’s definitely going to happen. I’ve been waiting for it, dreaming about it, and almost losing my mind about this happening,” Hunter says.
“Dreaming, eh? Wet?”
“God, yes.” Hunter moans a little.
“I hope I live up to the dream me,” I tease a little.
He looks as me seriously. “There’s no way on Earth you couldn’t live up to the dream you and not deliver more. You’re beautiful, erotic, and everything about you seems to drive me crazy. Besides, I don’t have a ton of experience. I’ve slept with more women than a mortal man, but considering I’m five hundred years old, the number I have slept with isn’t much. I don’t have a great imagination to go off of.”
“We’re totally going to have to change that then, now aren’t we?” I just grin at him.
When he sees that I’m not upset about some supposed lack of experience, he gives me a shy smile back. I’m sure he’s far from being a virgin, but most men seem to think that they should have been with more women than they have been. It’s a common flaw for the inferior sex. What can I say? I find it almost endearing. Plus, it helps that no matter what, I’m damn sure that with my skills, I’ll be able to get both of us off, even if it takes using some of my power to make sure that happens.
“Here’s my floor,” he says when the elevator stops at level five.
“Fabulous, I’m getting tired of waiting. I was thinking we could try a little rendezvous in the elevator, but there are not enough floors in this hotel for the kind of time I want to spend with you.” I grin seductively at him.
Hunter gives a sheepish smile back. “I thought of that too, but worried it may have been a bit forward after everything.”
“Darling, you can be as forward as you want with me. Trust me on that one,” I tell him. “No holding back, no doing what you don’t want to, and better yet, I can guarantee I’ll enjoy it.”
“You enjoy everything?” he asks with some surprise.
“I can find pleasure from most sexual acts.”
“Some gift,” he mutters, stopping in front of a door and pulling out a key. “Here we are.”
I walk into the room. I look around a little at the basic suite, then back to where the bedroom must be. Hunter stays near the door as if he’s going to pull a runner. I just look at him for a moment before finally saying, “Hunter, kiss me.”
“Damn,” he mutters before coming right on over to me as if he can’t help himself, eyes already half-closed and drowsy.
He leans down over a foot before his mouth can reach mine. I let his lips glide over me, nibbling playfully at one another as we feel each other out. I put my hands on his shoulders, letting them trail down his arms to feel the delightful muscles I’ve so been admiring. Hunter groans against my mouth when I bite his lip, my tongue slipping in when his opens to make the sound.
Hunter’s tongue swirls around mine, exploring my mouth as I trace the little fangs I hadn’t noticed until now. His body is a little warmer than mine, probably since he can breathe fire and such. All I know is his slightly smoky taste is delicious. It’s nothing like cigarettes, but just as addictive.
He leans over to get a better angle, and I do what I’ve been thinking about doing for a while. I jump up and straddle his waist. If he makes any sound of surprise I’m too busy with my tongue down his throat and hands in his hair to notice. His hands start kneading my ass, and I pull away from him. For a moment he looks confused and a little hurt with those red, swollen lips of his. I reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it off, making his expression instantly change.
I love lingerie. I’ll be the first to say a good bra and panty set can make a girl feel special in the frumpiest of outfits. With that policy in mind, I’m wearing a red see-through lace bra and matching red lace boy shorts, though my pants are still on, so he can’t see those yet. My nipples are swollen and rosy pink under the material, and his eyes zero in on the target.
His big hand goes to my left breast, cupping it before rolling the nipple between his fingers. I can feel myself get lusty at his exploring hands. I start nipping, kissing, and licking my way down his scar as he focuses on my chest. When I lick swirls around the edges of the scar, he makes adorable little whimpering noises that just intensify when I nip at the skin.
“Pinch,” I tell him gently as I arch into his palm.
Hunter does what I’ve requested, taking the nipple in hand and pinching it between his fingers. I groan out loud and arch harder into his palm, writhing against the growing wood in his pants. “Harder!”
“Pants need to come off soon,” he says gruffly when I reach down to stroke him through the material.
I pull away from him reluctantly and jump down to the floor. Before he can protest, I’m wiggling out of my tight jeans and trying to keep my panties up as I do so. It totally ruins the effect if my panties stick to my jeans when I take them off, especially if I’ve gone to the trouble of a matching set.
“Damn, what did I ever do to deserve this?” he asks in wonder once I’m before him in nothing but my red lace.
“I don’t know, but you better do something really good to keep it. Strip,” I tell him with a smile, hardly able to stand waiting to see what I know is the loveliest cock I’ve had in a very, very long time.
Hunter doesn’t strip slowly and seductively. He doesn’t do it in an overly eager puppy dog way either. He simply takes off his clothes until he’s standing there completely nude. Then he stares at me. Waiting for what I’m going to do. I don’t do anything for some time. I just stare.
He has perfectly sculpted arms, which I already knew from the way he held me up. He has a perfect six-pack that I can’t wait to lick. His chest is not as hairy as most I’ve seen, probably because he has scales too. Either way, I appreciate it. His happy trail is there without being amazingly prominent. It’s a bit of wispy black hair leading from his belly button to the most mouthwatering dick I’ve seen in centuries, if ever. My previous recollection is a pale comparison to the truth.
It’s big without being frighteningly large. It’s long, which is a plus, but it’s also thick. Usually if you luck out with one, then you don’t get the other one too. I’m glad to see that Hunter is an exception to that rule. A drop of pre-cum glistens as I continue to stare.
“Shall the first time be up against the wall? Then you can love me tender in the bedroom once we’ve taken the edge off?” I ask.
Before he can answer, I jump right back up into his big, strong arms. Hunter’s strength is shown when he walks leisurely over to the wall and only leans me against it. I’m quite sure he could hold me there all day long if I asked him to. Or he wanted to. It’s not that I’m a tiny girl. I’m almost six feet tall, have a curvy waist, and a decent-sized chest. I’m not used to guys who are this strong.
His mouth comes back to mine, and I wrap my arms around his head, keeping him in place. His tongue invades my mouth, stroking and rubbing in a very intimate rhythm that leaves me breathless for more. With one hand, he reaches to cup my hip, pulling my panties to the side. He gives me a slow stroke of his fingers, groaning at how wet I am. Then he dips two fingers inside of me, making me moan and stretch since this man isn’t little anywhere, including his hands. The feeling of suddenly being full and stretched by him in this small way leaves me hungry for more.
It’s always been my motto to keep in mind how a man’s hands are when I’m picking someone to bed. If he’s not well-equipped in the dick department, than at least he’ll have nice hands to help take care of business. Nice, big hands. Looks like I don’t have to worry about either with Hunter.
“So fuck
ing wet,” Hunter sighs against my mouth.
“For you,” I moan, and he continues stroking and leisurely swirling.
His hand leaves me, and I instantly miss the intimate contact. Then his mouth leaves me too, and I start to feel uncomfortably needy. When I open my eyes to look at him, he has a finger in his mouth, tasting me on him. Seeing it, I flood with moisture between my legs. Shit, this simple act is sexier than watching some other guy go down on me.
“Tastes like honey.” He grins at me.
I can’t help but give a dopey smile back. “Wonder what you taste like.”
Hunter just groans. “Find out later. Want to fuck you first.”
I practically purr at that. I want to do everything and anything with this man. I like that we both want the same thing, though: his cock buried deep in my body until he spills his seed and we both come. Hot and fast. Just thinking about it has my hand slithering down his chest to grasp him.
“Peitho?” he asks.
“Hmmm?” I mutter as he kisses my neck.
“I want you so bad.”
I look up at him and smile. “Then take me.”
He goes back to kissing my neck and ear as I run my hands along his body. As I do, I look around the room and wonder if the next-door neighbors can hear us. Nah, they’re probably still at their assigned activity. I mean, not everyone gets thrown out of theirs like we do.
“Peitho,” Hunter says again, a hand going to the edge of my panties and easily ripping them in half, then completely off.
“What?” I ask, wondering why he’s stopped kissing me.
“Stop thinking,” he says before suddenly, and with no warning at all, impaling me on his cock.
We both moan together for a moment, just glowing in the perfection of it. He fits me like a glove. I can just feel the tip of him reach the end of me, but that’s not really surprising since he’s balls-deep. I like the little edge of pain I get from having him suddenly and so deeply inside of me. It’s nothing compared to when he starts moving.
I meet him thrust for thrust as he drives himself skillfully in and out of my body, at just the right tempo that his mouth only hinted at. When he surges back into me, I can feel him fill me completely, moaning at the sharp little stab it gives me. Damn if he wasn’t made just to fill me.
His thumb reaches down to stroke my clit, as he works my G-spot, sending an array of feelings throughout my body. I cling to him as I feel his breath start to hitch. Without warning and without any extra power from me, I start to come. I grind myself against him as I ride the ecstasy out. He gasps from the feel of me spasming rhythmically against his cock. When I’m done, I tighten again and we thrust harder, pulling me seamlessly into my second until he’s pouring his seed into me and groaning too. He thrusts in me hard, pumping into me like its own special thrust. The combination sends me spiraling with him, grinding against him as we both have our moment of pleasure.
I open my eyes a little, not having realized I’d closed them when I started seeing little bursts of light. I don’t remember the last time I came so hard. I look at Hunter’s neck, where my face is resting, and see a bead of sweat. I lick it off, enjoying the salty taste.
“That was amazing,” he gasps in a dry voice.
I look up at him. “I really hope you don’t think we’re done.”
There’s one thing about being the goddess of seduction and persuasion. I do like sex. I get power from it. Basically, I need it. That being said, I don’t have to have it every day. Though when I do, I like to have a lot of it at once. Lots of sex, lots of orgasms, basically a marathon of it. I really hope he’s ready to pay the toll.
I’m not happy until I’ve had orgasms well into the double digits, depending on their intensity. That can be a little much for most of the men I’ve bedded. They can’t quite deliver that, even if I use my power to help me come quickly and have multiples. There’s usually a limit to how many times they can come back from the seemingly dead, which just totally chaps my ass. I can bring them back to readiness with my power, but can’t replenish their energy.
“Are you kidding? That was definitely just taking the edge off. I can’t wait to see what it can be like if we take our time,” Hunter says with a wicked smile I can’t help but return.
He doesn’t ask if I came, and I like that. He didn’t sound all that confident in the elevator when he said he hasn’t been with a ton of women. Though, apparently, the ones he’s been with really taught him something!
“Maybe we should retire to the bedroom for the evening?” Hunter suggests.
“Definitely time for the bedroom. I hope we didn’t dent the wall too much with our raucous lovemaking.”
“Peitho, that was fucking. The lovemaking is for the bedroom,” he corrects me with a mock frown.
“Of course, how could I forget? Now you get to love me tender! Let’s see which one we like better. Then there’s always role-playing and toys for when we get bored with either of them,” I say with a grin.
“Right, like there’s any possibility of getting bored with it. I should warn you, it may take many samples and experiments from both sides of things for me to decide which way I like best,” Hunter tells me.
I give him a grave nod. “I’m willing to see this experiment out. You’ll just have to keep fucking and making love to me until you decide.”
“As it should be,” Hunter says, moving his arms from where they’ve been holding me against him.
I take my hands from his shoulders.
“Damn, we forgot to use a condom,” I say when he lets my body slide on down to the floor, noticing that both of us are a little wobbly.
“I didn’t think you guys procreate easily anyway?” he says.
“It’s true; it’s mostly just for hygiene that I use condoms. We can just be more careful next time.”
“Next time.” He sighs. “I can hardly wait.”
As it happens, we end up lingering in the kitchen for a while, studying how we like it on the counter and then the table.
Chapter 8
“Peitho! Time to reenter the world and leave the love shack! Come on, you missed dinner yesterday and the evening activity. I think you’ve gotten your fix by now,” Apate says, banging annoyingly on Hunter’s suite door.
“Really, it’s not like you can’t jump in bed with him later if you need to,” Ana adds.
“Or the closet for a quickie,” Dysnomia says.
“We already know location isn’t something you’re picky on,” Lyssa adds coldly.
“So true. I don’t see how you could desecrate the sacredness of the weapons room, but it’s been done,” Enyo adds.
I turn on my side so I can face Hunter, and we’re no longer spooning, though it had been wonderfully nice to feel all safe and protected as the little spoon. Whenever I cuddle with the girls I end up being the big spoon. Even with Lyssa and Enyo.
“Good goddess, I think they’re all barricaded outside the room,” I say in a horrified whisper, as if they’ll hear my voice and come barging in.
“What do we do?” he asks, looking even more worried by the fact that I’m worried.
“Oh, Nemesis is finally here. You’re so in for it!” Apate says happily from the other side of the main door, though heard easily nonetheless.
“Peitho, we all know you’re in there, and we’re not leaving until you come out! I know I told you I wanted you to take this whole handfasting thing seriously, but I didn’t think that would mean you’d stay locked up in there with him for half a day and all night! You know you’re supposed to check in during the evening. It’s a good thing that nice boy Julian told us where you were or we’d be storming the hotel looking for you,” Nemesis says. “Be a good little goddess and come out here so we can go about our day and get ready for breakfast.”
“Are they all serious?” Hunter asks.
“What can I say?” I grimace. “We’ve been together for so long, we’re a little codependent. When I’m not there or someone is missing, t
he others get cranky. Especially if they’re gone for the night.”
“What about when you, um … do what we did?” he asks.
“I don’t usually spend the night with people. We generally just screw, then I leave and go back to the girls. They’re probably pissed that I’ve stayed here all night with you. Nemesis likes to take a head count in the evening to make sure everyone is safe and such. I was too busy to worry about it, though. I think you had something to do with that,” I tease him.
“Wow, she really is the leader of you guys, huh? You’re all … very intense.”
I pat his cheek. “If it makes you feel any better, a lesser man would have already thrown me out by now.”
“Peitho, we can hear you in there. Hurry up! I can’t believe I was woken up for this,” Aergia says, sounding bored and sleepy.
“It must be bad if they even got her up. I should probably book it. I’ll see you down there for breakfast, though. Later!” I say happily before giving him a nice and proper good morning kiss.
With that, I flounce off the bed and put on the clothes I had on yesterday, commando since the panties will never be the same. I close the bedroom door, so the girls don’t get an eyeful of what kept me so very busy all night long. Dragons must be the best kept secret, or surely I would have tried one by now!
“Hey, guys,” I say, opening the main door.
All seven of them are littering the hallway. Some of them are sitting, others leaning, or standing self-righteously. Either way, it’s a bit disconcerting for those who aren’t used to it. Luckily I’m very, very used to it. Pity all the same.
“Nice of you to come get me, or I might have slept in and gotten some delicious rest after being up all night,” I say with a wink.
“Walk of shame, you hussy!” Apate grins. “We’re here to escort you back to our room in your sick stink of disgrace.”
Ana nods. “Plus, we all got mighty pissy when you weren’t there to give outfit tips and bitchy comments this morning, or there last night for the evening activity! It was an eighties-themed disco, and you weren’t even there to help with the ’fros. What kind of roommate are you? Ditching us for a toss in the sheets? What the hell am I saying, that sounds just like you, and most of us! Congrats!”
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