chapter five - reunion and worship
Circe says it happens thusly…
By the time you got home, the babe I'd borne your twin - your clone, your copy - was full-grown... surely it must have been. And since the day of its conception I had known no pleasure, but then I knew no pain. I'd known nothing but hibernation and gestation. And when I handed It to The Guardians, they named It Vengeance. And I was left with nothing but a curiosity to know who It would avenge.
*
I am still sleeping, curled in a needed nothingness, non-existent… until you finally arrive.
'Circe.'
I gasp, sit bolt upright - eyes wide, flooded with white.
'My Man….?'
I still can't see.
'My God…?'
A rainbow fills my sight.
I say your name and you look down at me, standing tall, smiling gently. I blink and take you in. You are as beautiful as always. You look the same as when you left.
'Circe.'
'Huh…? Wha…?'
I close my eyes tight and shake my head, taking a deep breath and exhaling long with a low, light whistle. I shudder out the rest of my… Excitement? Anxiety? Confusion? Sheer disbelief? I open my eyes, and blink them into sight.
And of course, your pelvis confronts me… your cock straining against your zipper. His outline is clear, a diagonal slant in your pants. Your pulse is plain to see through the plush, costly fabric, the heat of your coursing blood palpable. With tender adoration, you lift my chin, tilting my head up, and I groan as my hair tickles down my back, giving me goosebumps. An icy flash shoots through my breasts, peaks my nipples. I shudder. I look at you.
You smile, fingers moving over my chin to my lips, tracing my smile, then stroking my cheek… My eyes close momentarily, my face rests in your palm, and I inhale as your fingers comb into my hair. Familiar, missed and loved, your scent overwhelms my mortal emotions. I whimper, tears welling. But as I take in your essence, I gain glimpses of your time away from me… I travel through your layers.
The city on your suit… acrid but warm. Pacing the busy street, all the bodies you pass leave traces of themselves in your weave. Walking and walking… more and more bodies.
Then there are mountains… Your skin fills my nose with clear, cold air. It is nothing but clean. There is barely a trace of humanity. I gasp in reverence to the simple beauty… and then you walk. Scene fading, scent dulled, I breathe deeper into you.
You're running. Beneath your skin the blood is furiously churning, hot, resilient, metallic - though slightly rusty - a hint of wet-dog… and I smell the soft saltiness of your sweat as it gathers with various endorphins, culminating in pheromones that make me wanna have you… Wait - you've stopped. Suddenly tense and prepared to battle, guts clenched tight as your fists, sweat bursts from your pores as you strike.
My breath catches, and I raise my eyes to you, full of questions. A smile meets my concern, and I hear the slow, sensuous scratch of your unzipping. Broad fingers flex under my cupped cheek, as your other hand rummages round in your pants. My breath shudders. This is real: you are here; I hear you; I smell you. And then I see him naked before me. I see you... I feel you, My Man. Two tears fall from my lower lashes, dropping from my cheeks and rolling off my jaw. I blink, and look down, a part of me still shamed by this weakness. One tear is splashed on your bright, tight knob, a wet star glimmering on your fat glans.
And all I can do is stare, jaw-dropped and sniffling, quickly sucking back my spit as it threatens to spill from the corner of my mouth. I lick my lips and raise my eyes to you. You grin, and grab my hair. In sheer reflex, I purr. Yes, I know… It's my turn.
My hands are halfway through undoing your belt before I am conscious of your hand on mine, grabbing at my wrists, slapping my hands from the buckle. I growl and struggle and scoot forward on my arse, dropping my legs over the edge of the bed, and looping them round your calves, dragging you closer. And you pull my eager face back from your crotch, with a tangled handful of my hair.
'Ow!'
My hands fly from your belt to claw at your hand, and you instantly loosen your grip. I scowl up at you, pouting, and rubbing at my stinging scalp… Eyes narrowed, I grunt. You stroke my cheek, smooth my hair and hush me… You smile. My frown falls. I lick my lips.
Your voice, low and gruff: 'Now… worship me properly.'
'Yea…'
I slide from the edge of the bed, and am on my knees before you. I study your formidable phallus up close as I undo your belt, my fingers focused and reverent on the the soft leather as it slithers easily under my touch. I gaze upon the long snakes of vein climbing you cock, and that stunning, hard, glorious dick twitches under my eye as the silver buckle jangles and falls. I moan long, throw my head back and growl. I stare into your eyes as I undo your button… and your pants fall to the floor with the last of my defences.
If mortality is the price I pay to see you as I do now, it seems I won the bargain.
'My Man', I say, while sliding your fine cotton boxers over your hips, straightening tall on my knees and pressing my aching, freezing-hot tits hard against your thighs.
'My God', I moan, nuzzling at your groin, my arms wrapped around you at the waist and the hip, fingers caressing, nails gently dragging. And I rub my face all over him; holding him in the furrow of my cheekbone, jamming him under my jaw, brushing him over my full, wet lips. I rub the urethral ridge with the side of my nose, drop my forehead on your full head, and smear precum over my Third Eye, marking myself as I salivate and prepare to anoint you.
Shifting back, my breasts peel from your thighs, and flood with heat… almost as hot as you. I raise my eyes to you. You glare softly back and there's thunder in your throat. You smirk. I lick my lips and smile, moving one hand to your hips, and swishing the other one over your belly and down. My mouth opens, and I hang my tongue over my bottom lip, dripping clear, fresh, clean spit onto your knob. I take you in hand.
Fingers wrap round tight at the base, the side of your cock in my palm, my thumb massaging along the top, that ridge the only part of you not totally rigid. And I stroke up pulling at the taut skin, feeling it straining at the base, and I hold you at the neck, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger. I drop my hand, the weight lowering your cock til the head hovers millimeters from my lips... You groan. I whimper like a neglected puppy, slam my legs together and swivel my hips, my thighs rubbing my labs, those chubby lips rubbing my clit. And fuck… I am slippery. I just glide.
Releasing a moan, I squeeze you once and keep my mouth wide so you can see your pulsing knob pressed hard to my tongue, the tiny slit of your meatus centred as it moves to the back of my mouth. I hold you in and close my lips over you, rubbing my tongue against you as my hand works the base of your cock, thumb and forefinger a broken cockring, unable to match your girth; my other fingers tease at your balls, pushing them up and under my chin. I close my eyes and worship.
I slide you from my mouth and chant your name as I wet your cock right up, swirling my drool all over your length, stroking you slow and steady, massaging my spit into your shaft.... The slimy wetness coats your balls as I fondle them. My hand follows my tongue up and down your length. I hear a faraway groan and know not if it is you or me; my ears are full of blood, my eardrums beating. I take you at the base and bang you on my cheeks and lips, fast…in time with my pulse… slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap…
Then I grunt and slide you back in hard, slamming you to the back of my mouth. My moan meets your glans, and buzzes down your shaft, til it is silenced, stuffed back down my throat as you push to the very back of my tongue. Involuntary, my tongue defends my throat from a full invasion, pushing and shoving with reflex strength. But I hold you deep... my eyes watering as the tickle in my throat becomes an awesome torture. Pulling firm skin down towards your dangling balls, and gathering them in my hand, I ring your cock with a finger and thumb, holding the skin taut as I slide you from my mouth. Air fills my lungs, as I inhale long and suck you hard as I pull off, creating an opposing force of hand and mouth to make you groan and pull at my hair. And in response to your touch, I release gurgled growl, tipping my head back and rubbing you over my neck as all the gathered spit from your cock bubbles on the back of my tongue. It's thick, made up mostly of the more viscous, salty spit that lubricates the throat, a bit like cum (to think of it).
My head flicks up and forward and I spit into my palm. Your eyes roll back to a close as you tangle through my hair, grabbing my earlobe and releasing a gruff sigh. I watch your face; titled slightly to the ceiling, eyes closed, nostrils flaring, lips twitching slightly against their gentle curve. I run my hand all over your cock, stroking my drool into your tight flesh. I palm that swollen head, spiral it into the centre. Nuzzling my lips against your balls, I smile into them as you catch your breath and flinch a small frown, lips tight but parted, revealing your clenched teeth. Grinning and eyes fixed on you, I move my hand faster, sucking lightly at your balls. And when you drop some weight on my face, and your balls drag over my nose, I can feel the line of skin that demarcates them. Squeezing your shaft with a stationary hand, I follow that line, licking flat-tongued up your shaft, tasting you to the tip. I dare not blink as my pointed tongue probes your swollen slit for precum - I can't bear to miss a moment of your face. Smiling up at you, I rest your cock against my bottom lip, gliding it over me like a lip-gloss while I wait for your eyes to open.
When I see you: 'My Man… My God…' The words are no more than a whisper breathed against your groin. What's heard is only a whimper as my cunt clenches, my guts tighten, and I involuntarily ooze.
The words I actually say: 'Fuck. My. Face.'
I growl and plunge you into my mouth, moaning and murmuring all over you. You grab either side of my face, thumbs in the crook of my cheekbones, fingers clawing into the hair around my ears, pulling it back from my face. One hand holds lightly to your cock, ensuring you keep in line with my mouth; the other grabs a handful of arse, and kneads it hard as I pull your hips closer. My body swings to the rhythm of your hands on my head, my knees aching dull beneath the gentle rocking. I keep my jaw slack as you slide me slowly over your shaft, my tongue travelling the terrain, nails clawing your arse, nipples brushing your thighs as we move, making me shiver.
And you're fucking me faster… my mouth messier with every thrust, lips tingling, breathing quick and uneven. I tighten my grip, with both hands and mouth. Taking the base tight in hand, my lips close around your shaft; relaxing them as you plunge in, then tightening for the pull back. With an unexpected growl, you hold me by the hair; you stop me moving. I watch you study my lips as you quickly poke the head in and out. My breathing makes some ridiculous sounds, reminiscent of pre-verbal babble. And with annoyed impatience, I vacuum-suck the head of you cock with enough intensity to hurt. With a yelp, you take my toy away. With a pout, I get it back. I roll out my tongue like a red carpet, and welcome you back with a wink.
'Now, be a good girl.'
And I did say 'Oh fuck'…? I know I nodded.
You're pumping me furiously; my hands go to your hips and hold tight, and I tug you to me, grabbing at you and wondering how long my arms will keep up with your rapid, wild thrusts; my lips start to numb; the soft flesh of my palette is pounded; the top of my throat is hammered and stretched. Spit is spilling down my chin, dripping down my sternum; it trickles toward my belly. I moan long, my ears full of my pulse, guts erupting heat that flows down to my pelvis. My eyes close tight, and my cunt contracts in a light orgasmic spasm. A squeal rips from my throat, its noise broken by your fucking cock. It sounds like you are throttling me, shaking me to death. I look at you and purr encouragement.
As the first sound waves hit you, the thrusts ease… and by the time they are moving through your balls (and hopefully staying strong enough just to tease at your arse) the thrusts have stopped. You've eased your grip and are holding yourself deep, breathing hard, while I continue that purr in my throat. Your cock lays twitching on my tongue, skin so tight it could split. I sway my face as I slide you slowly from my mouth, snaking up your cock, tongue coiling around. Your thumb glides gently across my brow, aided by sweat and spit and re-moistened precum. You exit my mouth with a smack of my lips.
You take your cock in your hand and grunt as you feel yourself, and I sit back on my haunches, studying your hands, while mine run up and down the outside of your thighs. Your pores rise rigid under my fingers, and you shudder and gasp... but I keep my gaze on your hand, watching the energy flow from one finger to the next, as you roll them against your shaft, the movement and rhythm of those dextrous digits perfected by eons of fingers tapping. And my eyes narrow and smile, their movement pulling the strings at the corners of my mouth, dragging up and curving my lips. You wrap your cock in your hand and jerk it strong and fast, focussing on the mid-section, your knuckles suddenly white, your exhales shudder. I lean forward and watch you work, lick my lips and swallow; a groan in my throat is somehow turned to words...
'Anoint me', I say.
You stop. You lock your eyes on mine. My gaze falls, and I refuse to look up.
'Circe, get on the bed.'
I slide back up and sit my arse on the edge of the mattress. I move my eyes to your hand as it continues to toy with your cock, teasing at the head and sliding down to rub at your firm balls, the scrotum tight and stretched. The testes squirm beneath the surface, and I am hypnotised by the swirl of your flesh, the enlarged and stubbled hair follicles moving in waves. You flop down next to me, flat on your back, arms a pillow beneath your head... legs over the edge, knees bent, feet planted firm on the floor. I look up your stretched torso, and just squeak at your shapes and tones. I make it to your eyes, and can only blink. You gnash your teeth once and pat your cock.
I gather my legs up onto the bed, and stretch them out behind me, slithering on my belly, and sliding up your side. I know what you want before you have to say it. I know exactly where you want to be. I rest a breast against your stomach, the other squashes against your hips, and I open my mouth and edge it close, breathing hard, pelvis grinding into the mattress. And you shake your cock on my lips, sending strings of thin precum across my face.
'Oh fuck…You're gone', I say.
I suck you out of your hand and moan you deep inside my mouth, til you knock against the back. You raise your hips. I reposition my face to look down your legs. And when I slide down your cock, my nose is in your balls... And I keep holding you deep as I fold my legs beneath me, and swing my raised arse around for your viewing pleasure. I nudge forward with my face, that thick glans already jamming in as I check my position. I sway my head from side to side, mouth open wide, feeling you pressing into my throat. Knowing that it's all good, I stretch my neck and open my gullet, and before I can gasp you stab into my throat.
You howl, pushing yourself up to half-sitting. I hold you past my gag, your cock tickling low in my neck, my throat rolling spasms along the length of you, attempting to throw your from it depths. But I hold you there, gripping you by the thighs... My eyes water, the spasms get stronger, and my body fights for air... I jerk once and cough you up. I gasp for breath, and rest the tip of your heavy cock on my tongue. I hastily finger-paint my name in thick spit, autographing your cock, marking it with Me. And you must be watching, cos I hear you 'hehehe'... And with that, I am ready for you to fuck me in my throat.
I slam my face down between your legs, and my nose is momentarily lost in your scrote, my nostrils blocked by your balls... and my voice box is nudged. I gag, my throat constricts and forces you out, but I grab a quick breath and just slide you back in, my reflex relaxing every time you push back past. So you thrust at my mouth, and into my long neck. My face works with you, sliding up as your hips fall, and pushing down while you thrust up, the gentle curve of your cock matching that of my stretched-long throat, and you say something like 'Orrghhh Rahhhhh Fahhhh-mmmm...' And I take you quickly from my mouth to squeal and grunt and growl and pant.
'I revere you…' I mumble, taking three firm thrusts in my throat. I gag up your cock and my words...
'I venerate thee...'
You grunt my name and slap my arse. You push the back of my head and start gliding into my stretched throat, with almost-ease. And again incomprehensible words are forced from your mouth and you yelp and jerk and pull me off you by my hair....
'I WORSHIP YOU!!!'
I howl as you push me on my back and mount my stomach with a groaning grin and a handful of cock. Your head lolls back; jaw falls slack.
I writhe beneath you, clawing at the linen as I scramble to place myself, animal-grunts bursting from my gut. You pump at your cock, head swollen to bust - bright red, shiny-tight skin. And I gasp in awe as sudden silver-white jets of jism fly right past my chest, one catching under my jaw and throwing its rope up onto my cheekbone, the other strand coiling on my neck in a thick glob and sliding into the crevice of my clavicle... And I watch more shoot, and hear your breath suck in sharp between your teeth. Heavy drops dot my face, the thicker ones sliding back into my hair. I growl and squeal and watch you spatter my chest, raising on your knees a little, taking the weight from my belly, falling over me and catching yourself on one hand. Your breath is hot and ragged on my face... And still you erupt, your cum like white-hot lava now, oozing from the abyss, and flowing over the edge, holding to the surface, cooling on its way down. It splatters cold against my ribs, but I shiver to your whisper.
'My Goddess, look at me...'
I squeak and watch your final squirts.
'Circe...'
So I look at you. Of course I fucking-well do. And I smile too, cos I love you right now.
And my hackles raise and I growl in my guts... but I just smile and remember I must curse those ridiculous human emotion-things later.
But for now... your torso is on mine and we glide together, covering ourselves in your cum. I wrap my legs around you tight. I caress your back, a finger up your spine, flat palm massaging your shoulder blade, my other hand framing your face as I gaze at you while your gather the cooling cum from my flesh and feed it to me with your finger. I grin at you and lick and suck and yum.
And you cover me, envelop me, contain me, have me...
And my name is on your cock.
And I wonder what it was I wasn't to forget.
And I hope as this cum dries, it glues us together.
Then everything stops...
'Hello.'
And you kiss me.
By the time you got home, the babe I'd borne your twin - your clone, your copy - was full-grown... surely it must have been. And since the day of its conception I had known no pleasure, but then I knew no pain. I'd known nothing but hibernation and gestation. And when I handed It to The Guardians, they named It Vengeance. And I was left with nothing but a curiosity to know who It would avenge.
*
I am still sleeping, curled in a needed nothingness, non-existent… until you finally arrive.
'Circe.'
I gasp, sit bolt upright - eyes wide, flooded with white.
'My Man….?'
I still can't see.
'My God…?'
A rainbow fills my sight.
I say your name and you look down at me, standing tall, smiling gently. I blink and take you in. You are as beautiful as always. You look the same as when you left.
'Circe.'
'Huh…? Wha…?'
I close my eyes tight and shake my head, taking a deep breath and exhaling long with a low, light whistle. I shudder out the rest of my… Excitement? Anxiety? Confusion? Sheer disbelief? I open my eyes, and blink them into sight.
And of course, your pelvis confronts me… your cock straining against your zipper. His outline is clear, a diagonal slant in your pants. Your pulse is plain to see through the plush, costly fabric, the heat of your coursing blood palpable. With tender adoration, you lift my chin, tilting my head up, and I groan as my hair tickles down my back, giving me goosebumps. An icy flash shoots through my breasts, peaks my nipples. I shudder. I look at you.
You smile, fingers moving over my chin to my lips, tracing my smile, then stroking my cheek… My eyes close momentarily, my face rests in your palm, and I inhale as your fingers comb into my hair. Familiar, missed and loved, your scent overwhelms my mortal emotions. I whimper, tears welling. But as I take in your essence, I gain glimpses of your time away from me… I travel through your layers.
The city on your suit… acrid but warm. Pacing the busy street, all the bodies you pass leave traces of themselves in your weave. Walking and walking… more and more bodies.
Then there are mountains… Your skin fills my nose with clear, cold air. It is nothing but clean. There is barely a trace of humanity. I gasp in reverence to the simple beauty… and then you walk. Scene fading, scent dulled, I breathe deeper into you.
You're running. Beneath your skin the blood is furiously churning, hot, resilient, metallic - though slightly rusty - a hint of wet-dog… and I smell the soft saltiness of your sweat as it gathers with various endorphins, culminating in pheromones that make me wanna have you… Wait - you've stopped. Suddenly tense and prepared to battle, guts clenched tight as your fists, sweat bursts from your pores as you strike.
My breath catches, and I raise my eyes to you, full of questions. A smile meets my concern, and I hear the slow, sensuous scratch of your unzipping. Broad fingers flex under my cupped cheek, as your other hand rummages round in your pants. My breath shudders. This is real: you are here; I hear you; I smell you. And then I see him naked before me. I see you... I feel you, My Man. Two tears fall from my lower lashes, dropping from my cheeks and rolling off my jaw. I blink, and look down, a part of me still shamed by this weakness. One tear is splashed on your bright, tight knob, a wet star glimmering on your fat glans.
And all I can do is stare, jaw-dropped and sniffling, quickly sucking back my spit as it threatens to spill from the corner of my mouth. I lick my lips and raise my eyes to you. You grin, and grab my hair. In sheer reflex, I purr. Yes, I know… It's my turn.
My hands are halfway through undoing your belt before I am conscious of your hand on mine, grabbing at my wrists, slapping my hands from the buckle. I growl and struggle and scoot forward on my arse, dropping my legs over the edge of the bed, and looping them round your calves, dragging you closer. And you pull my eager face back from your crotch, with a tangled handful of my hair.
'Ow!'
My hands fly from your belt to claw at your hand, and you instantly loosen your grip. I scowl up at you, pouting, and rubbing at my stinging scalp… Eyes narrowed, I grunt. You stroke my cheek, smooth my hair and hush me… You smile. My frown falls. I lick my lips.
Your voice, low and gruff: 'Now… worship me properly.'
'Yea…'
I slide from the edge of the bed, and am on my knees before you. I study your formidable phallus up close as I undo your belt, my fingers focused and reverent on the the soft leather as it slithers easily under my touch. I gaze upon the long snakes of vein climbing you cock, and that stunning, hard, glorious dick twitches under my eye as the silver buckle jangles and falls. I moan long, throw my head back and growl. I stare into your eyes as I undo your button… and your pants fall to the floor with the last of my defences.
If mortality is the price I pay to see you as I do now, it seems I won the bargain.
'My Man', I say, while sliding your fine cotton boxers over your hips, straightening tall on my knees and pressing my aching, freezing-hot tits hard against your thighs.
'My God', I moan, nuzzling at your groin, my arms wrapped around you at the waist and the hip, fingers caressing, nails gently dragging. And I rub my face all over him; holding him in the furrow of my cheekbone, jamming him under my jaw, brushing him over my full, wet lips. I rub the urethral ridge with the side of my nose, drop my forehead on your full head, and smear precum over my Third Eye, marking myself as I salivate and prepare to anoint you.
Shifting back, my breasts peel from your thighs, and flood with heat… almost as hot as you. I raise my eyes to you. You glare softly back and there's thunder in your throat. You smirk. I lick my lips and smile, moving one hand to your hips, and swishing the other one over your belly and down. My mouth opens, and I hang my tongue over my bottom lip, dripping clear, fresh, clean spit onto your knob. I take you in hand.
Fingers wrap round tight at the base, the side of your cock in my palm, my thumb massaging along the top, that ridge the only part of you not totally rigid. And I stroke up pulling at the taut skin, feeling it straining at the base, and I hold you at the neck, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger. I drop my hand, the weight lowering your cock til the head hovers millimeters from my lips... You groan. I whimper like a neglected puppy, slam my legs together and swivel my hips, my thighs rubbing my labs, those chubby lips rubbing my clit. And fuck… I am slippery. I just glide.
Releasing a moan, I squeeze you once and keep my mouth wide so you can see your pulsing knob pressed hard to my tongue, the tiny slit of your meatus centred as it moves to the back of my mouth. I hold you in and close my lips over you, rubbing my tongue against you as my hand works the base of your cock, thumb and forefinger a broken cockring, unable to match your girth; my other fingers tease at your balls, pushing them up and under my chin. I close my eyes and worship.
I slide you from my mouth and chant your name as I wet your cock right up, swirling my drool all over your length, stroking you slow and steady, massaging my spit into your shaft.... The slimy wetness coats your balls as I fondle them. My hand follows my tongue up and down your length. I hear a faraway groan and know not if it is you or me; my ears are full of blood, my eardrums beating. I take you at the base and bang you on my cheeks and lips, fast…in time with my pulse… slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap…
Then I grunt and slide you back in hard, slamming you to the back of my mouth. My moan meets your glans, and buzzes down your shaft, til it is silenced, stuffed back down my throat as you push to the very back of my tongue. Involuntary, my tongue defends my throat from a full invasion, pushing and shoving with reflex strength. But I hold you deep... my eyes watering as the tickle in my throat becomes an awesome torture. Pulling firm skin down towards your dangling balls, and gathering them in my hand, I ring your cock with a finger and thumb, holding the skin taut as I slide you from my mouth. Air fills my lungs, as I inhale long and suck you hard as I pull off, creating an opposing force of hand and mouth to make you groan and pull at my hair. And in response to your touch, I release gurgled growl, tipping my head back and rubbing you over my neck as all the gathered spit from your cock bubbles on the back of my tongue. It's thick, made up mostly of the more viscous, salty spit that lubricates the throat, a bit like cum (to think of it).
My head flicks up and forward and I spit into my palm. Your eyes roll back to a close as you tangle through my hair, grabbing my earlobe and releasing a gruff sigh. I watch your face; titled slightly to the ceiling, eyes closed, nostrils flaring, lips twitching slightly against their gentle curve. I run my hand all over your cock, stroking my drool into your tight flesh. I palm that swollen head, spiral it into the centre. Nuzzling my lips against your balls, I smile into them as you catch your breath and flinch a small frown, lips tight but parted, revealing your clenched teeth. Grinning and eyes fixed on you, I move my hand faster, sucking lightly at your balls. And when you drop some weight on my face, and your balls drag over my nose, I can feel the line of skin that demarcates them. Squeezing your shaft with a stationary hand, I follow that line, licking flat-tongued up your shaft, tasting you to the tip. I dare not blink as my pointed tongue probes your swollen slit for precum - I can't bear to miss a moment of your face. Smiling up at you, I rest your cock against my bottom lip, gliding it over me like a lip-gloss while I wait for your eyes to open.
When I see you: 'My Man… My God…' The words are no more than a whisper breathed against your groin. What's heard is only a whimper as my cunt clenches, my guts tighten, and I involuntarily ooze.
The words I actually say: 'Fuck. My. Face.'
I growl and plunge you into my mouth, moaning and murmuring all over you. You grab either side of my face, thumbs in the crook of my cheekbones, fingers clawing into the hair around my ears, pulling it back from my face. One hand holds lightly to your cock, ensuring you keep in line with my mouth; the other grabs a handful of arse, and kneads it hard as I pull your hips closer. My body swings to the rhythm of your hands on my head, my knees aching dull beneath the gentle rocking. I keep my jaw slack as you slide me slowly over your shaft, my tongue travelling the terrain, nails clawing your arse, nipples brushing your thighs as we move, making me shiver.
And you're fucking me faster… my mouth messier with every thrust, lips tingling, breathing quick and uneven. I tighten my grip, with both hands and mouth. Taking the base tight in hand, my lips close around your shaft; relaxing them as you plunge in, then tightening for the pull back. With an unexpected growl, you hold me by the hair; you stop me moving. I watch you study my lips as you quickly poke the head in and out. My breathing makes some ridiculous sounds, reminiscent of pre-verbal babble. And with annoyed impatience, I vacuum-suck the head of you cock with enough intensity to hurt. With a yelp, you take my toy away. With a pout, I get it back. I roll out my tongue like a red carpet, and welcome you back with a wink.
'Now, be a good girl.'
And I did say 'Oh fuck'…? I know I nodded.
You're pumping me furiously; my hands go to your hips and hold tight, and I tug you to me, grabbing at you and wondering how long my arms will keep up with your rapid, wild thrusts; my lips start to numb; the soft flesh of my palette is pounded; the top of my throat is hammered and stretched. Spit is spilling down my chin, dripping down my sternum; it trickles toward my belly. I moan long, my ears full of my pulse, guts erupting heat that flows down to my pelvis. My eyes close tight, and my cunt contracts in a light orgasmic spasm. A squeal rips from my throat, its noise broken by your fucking cock. It sounds like you are throttling me, shaking me to death. I look at you and purr encouragement.
As the first sound waves hit you, the thrusts ease… and by the time they are moving through your balls (and hopefully staying strong enough just to tease at your arse) the thrusts have stopped. You've eased your grip and are holding yourself deep, breathing hard, while I continue that purr in my throat. Your cock lays twitching on my tongue, skin so tight it could split. I sway my face as I slide you slowly from my mouth, snaking up your cock, tongue coiling around. Your thumb glides gently across my brow, aided by sweat and spit and re-moistened precum. You exit my mouth with a smack of my lips.
You take your cock in your hand and grunt as you feel yourself, and I sit back on my haunches, studying your hands, while mine run up and down the outside of your thighs. Your pores rise rigid under my fingers, and you shudder and gasp... but I keep my gaze on your hand, watching the energy flow from one finger to the next, as you roll them against your shaft, the movement and rhythm of those dextrous digits perfected by eons of fingers tapping. And my eyes narrow and smile, their movement pulling the strings at the corners of my mouth, dragging up and curving my lips. You wrap your cock in your hand and jerk it strong and fast, focussing on the mid-section, your knuckles suddenly white, your exhales shudder. I lean forward and watch you work, lick my lips and swallow; a groan in my throat is somehow turned to words...
'Anoint me', I say.
You stop. You lock your eyes on mine. My gaze falls, and I refuse to look up.
'Circe, get on the bed.'
I slide back up and sit my arse on the edge of the mattress. I move my eyes to your hand as it continues to toy with your cock, teasing at the head and sliding down to rub at your firm balls, the scrotum tight and stretched. The testes squirm beneath the surface, and I am hypnotised by the swirl of your flesh, the enlarged and stubbled hair follicles moving in waves. You flop down next to me, flat on your back, arms a pillow beneath your head... legs over the edge, knees bent, feet planted firm on the floor. I look up your stretched torso, and just squeak at your shapes and tones. I make it to your eyes, and can only blink. You gnash your teeth once and pat your cock.
I gather my legs up onto the bed, and stretch them out behind me, slithering on my belly, and sliding up your side. I know what you want before you have to say it. I know exactly where you want to be. I rest a breast against your stomach, the other squashes against your hips, and I open my mouth and edge it close, breathing hard, pelvis grinding into the mattress. And you shake your cock on my lips, sending strings of thin precum across my face.
'Oh fuck…You're gone', I say.
I suck you out of your hand and moan you deep inside my mouth, til you knock against the back. You raise your hips. I reposition my face to look down your legs. And when I slide down your cock, my nose is in your balls... And I keep holding you deep as I fold my legs beneath me, and swing my raised arse around for your viewing pleasure. I nudge forward with my face, that thick glans already jamming in as I check my position. I sway my head from side to side, mouth open wide, feeling you pressing into my throat. Knowing that it's all good, I stretch my neck and open my gullet, and before I can gasp you stab into my throat.
You howl, pushing yourself up to half-sitting. I hold you past my gag, your cock tickling low in my neck, my throat rolling spasms along the length of you, attempting to throw your from it depths. But I hold you there, gripping you by the thighs... My eyes water, the spasms get stronger, and my body fights for air... I jerk once and cough you up. I gasp for breath, and rest the tip of your heavy cock on my tongue. I hastily finger-paint my name in thick spit, autographing your cock, marking it with Me. And you must be watching, cos I hear you 'hehehe'... And with that, I am ready for you to fuck me in my throat.
I slam my face down between your legs, and my nose is momentarily lost in your scrote, my nostrils blocked by your balls... and my voice box is nudged. I gag, my throat constricts and forces you out, but I grab a quick breath and just slide you back in, my reflex relaxing every time you push back past. So you thrust at my mouth, and into my long neck. My face works with you, sliding up as your hips fall, and pushing down while you thrust up, the gentle curve of your cock matching that of my stretched-long throat, and you say something like 'Orrghhh Rahhhhh Fahhhh-mmmm...' And I take you quickly from my mouth to squeal and grunt and growl and pant.
'I revere you…' I mumble, taking three firm thrusts in my throat. I gag up your cock and my words...
'I venerate thee...'
You grunt my name and slap my arse. You push the back of my head and start gliding into my stretched throat, with almost-ease. And again incomprehensible words are forced from your mouth and you yelp and jerk and pull me off you by my hair....
'I WORSHIP YOU!!!'
I howl as you push me on my back and mount my stomach with a groaning grin and a handful of cock. Your head lolls back; jaw falls slack.
I writhe beneath you, clawing at the linen as I scramble to place myself, animal-grunts bursting from my gut. You pump at your cock, head swollen to bust - bright red, shiny-tight skin. And I gasp in awe as sudden silver-white jets of jism fly right past my chest, one catching under my jaw and throwing its rope up onto my cheekbone, the other strand coiling on my neck in a thick glob and sliding into the crevice of my clavicle... And I watch more shoot, and hear your breath suck in sharp between your teeth. Heavy drops dot my face, the thicker ones sliding back into my hair. I growl and squeal and watch you spatter my chest, raising on your knees a little, taking the weight from my belly, falling over me and catching yourself on one hand. Your breath is hot and ragged on my face... And still you erupt, your cum like white-hot lava now, oozing from the abyss, and flowing over the edge, holding to the surface, cooling on its way down. It splatters cold against my ribs, but I shiver to your whisper.
'My Goddess, look at me...'
I squeak and watch your final squirts.
'Circe...'
So I look at you. Of course I fucking-well do. And I smile too, cos I love you right now.
And my hackles raise and I growl in my guts... but I just smile and remember I must curse those ridiculous human emotion-things later.
But for now... your torso is on mine and we glide together, covering ourselves in your cum. I wrap my legs around you tight. I caress your back, a finger up your spine, flat palm massaging your shoulder blade, my other hand framing your face as I gaze at you while your gather the cooling cum from my flesh and feed it to me with your finger. I grin at you and lick and suck and yum.
And you cover me, envelop me, contain me, have me...
And my name is on your cock.
And I wonder what it was I wasn't to forget.
And I hope as this cum dries, it glues us together.
Then everything stops...
'Hello.'
And you kiss me.