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“Wait. Understand that I do not wish for you to worship me, courtesan, talented though you may be. Today, let me worship you.”
Dax blinked amazement but nodded his assent.
I rolled on top of him, flattening him to our skyborne bed. My warmth could get away from me, I knew, but I also knew the pleasure it could cause when used right. Slowly, I ran heated fingers down his cheek, kissed him once at the corner of his mouth, once centered, and then slid my tongue between his lips and claimed him with a lick.
Dax moved beneath me the way any courtesan would, should, must have in the past, but there was a vulnerability, an honesty in how he let me lead, like he had since our beginning. I needed that assurance, that I was trusted to guide, the same way I led the sun across the sky.
“A truly beautiful garment,” I whispered, slipping a hand up Dax’s thigh beneath it. There would be no tremors today, no doubts. He dropped his thighs open for me, and I reached between them to feel his ripening prick.
Dax grunted and arched his neck, bucking into my grasp.
“So beautiful. I almost hesitate to disrobe you. Almost,” I spoke against his lips before kissing him again. “Where did you find such a rare gem?”
“The tunic?” Dax furrowed his brow as he looked at me. “It wasn’t from you?”
I paused my first stroke down his length. “No.”
Dax laughed. “I only assumed. It was waiting in my rooms when I woke. Aikos perhaps? Or Aphrodite?”
Or Zeus. It was his meddling that started us down this path when he plucked Aikos from the earth. But whoever the benefactor, the tunic was almost as soft as Dax’s thighs or his tender sac and velvety cock.
Almost.
I lifted the tunic to his waist and rocked his hips back. Such uncut beauty, growing harder and larger and peeking its head out of the tempting pocket of its flesh. The domes of his cheeks were alluring enough to want to sink in teeth. I contented myself with exploring by hand. I caressed their curves, the crease between them, the yawning entrance at their center. I poured more heat into my hands as I traced over its bud.
Dax panted, watching me with the faintest squint. The hotter I ran, the brighter I glowed, my eyes, and very being. Yet Dax didn’t look away.
“You are as worthy of worship as any god.” I tilted Dax’s hips further, folding him to better access the glory of him bare. With tongue as heated as my fingers, I licked up the length of him and caught the first spills of pre-release from his tip.
He gasped, and I made sure he was watching when I licked back down, lower, and lower, until I licked where my fingers had teased his puckered skin. “Ohhh.” He rocked against the press of my tongue.
I grinned over the bob of his cock. “You once prayed for a lover with the heat of the sun god in his touch.”
For a moment, the wonder and fear that had filled Dax when we first met was in him again.
“Would you have the heat of the real thing in you, Dax?” I blew cool air upon the wetness I had left. “To fill you and know you as much inside as out? To hold and t-to… have…” I bent to lick his hole again.
To protect from all harm.
Please, let him come to no harm, not from me, no folly of mine nor another’s, nor even the threads of fate dare try.
Some quaking seized my hands after all. I sought purchase on the backs of Dax’s thighs to still them and licked my tongue inside him.
“Ah!” Dax yelped.
Too hot, too hot, I chided and said, “Forgive me. You spring me to such passion, I forget myself.”
I thought of the frigidness of the skies around us. Let me be cool, I pleaded, and as I had learned from my time with Aikos, I summoned heaven’s chill.
One hand remained heated, while the other froze over with frost. I sought to tease Dax open in circling tandem with hot and cold. A swipe of the sun. Then the cooling skies where the sun dwelled. Again. Again. One after the other, swipe after swipe, until my hot and cold thumbs pressed inside Dax at once.
“Ah-ahhh!” No pain or flinch now, but a desperate thrust upon where I breached him.
I rotated my thumbs in and out of Dax, with fingers splayed to massage his cheeks. I pried him apart, wider and wider, with my now steaming digits and bent to lick between them.
“My… god!”
“Apollo,” I beseeched. “Only ever Apollo, dear Dax.”
