I make another outraged sound, only to get my pussy spanked again. This time, it sends a quiver of an oncoming orgasm through me, and I clutch at his hand, holding it between my skirts as I come, shuddering hard around him. The blood roars in my ears, and I'm vaguely aware of the two gods talking in low voices, completely oblivious to me riding Kassam, my pussy making wet sounds as I rock over him. When I come back to myself, gasping, Kassam continues to move his hips in languid thrusts, and I realize he's not coming. He's not anywhere close to coming, and I'm stranded, impaled atop his cock as my body clenches around him, desperate to get away—or to release again.
I lose track of the conversation at that point. Dimly, I'm aware of Kassam speaking of his entrapment in the glacier, and how he arrived here and found me. He and Seth talk of worlds, and even though I worry Kassam is sharing too much, he continues on, speaking of his world, called Aos, of farms and mountains and humans that live in tiny huts and caves and eke out an existence. His world sounds pretty dark ages to me.
"Any great civilizations?" Seth asks.
"Not for a long, long time. The Suuol Empire fell before I was entrapped, so I can only imagine what has risen to take its place." Kassam shrugs, and I feel it all through my body, my toes curling. "Before humans rose, the dominant race was dragon-kind. I can only imagine what humans have done in the time I have been lost. For all I know, my world looks like this one."
"Mmm." Seth has gone quiet, which worries me a little. "Yet you were sent here to protect you from another goddess? And the god of death awoke you?"
"Indeed. He and his anchor." Kassam strokes my back, and it takes everything I have not to preen against it. I should be humiliated at what I'm doing. Horrified. But I feel too good to protest even a lick. It's like I'm drugged with his curse, and when another endless orgasm ripples through me, I whimper with the pleasure of it, my legs twitching. Kassam pulls me against his chest, dragging me backward. I'm still on his cock, panting and exhausted, but when he slips a hand under my skirt and begins to toy with my clit, his other hand on my throat, my body lights up again. "You think he sent me on purpose?"
"No, not at all." Seth strokes his chin. I'm no more important to him than a gnat, which is good, because I'm pretty sure the choking, whining, needy noises I'm making are utterly humiliating. "It makes me think the gods still have power in your world, for them to be punished again. If they were useless, the High Father would not care if they misbehaved, because they could do nothing. They would be toothless even when they were at their worst." He shakes his head again. "The gods in your world still have power, and that is exciting."
"Mmm." Kassam nips at my ear, even as he works my clit between two fingers, rubbing on both sides of the hood. He whispers in my ear. "Look at how wet you are for me, little light. How your cunt drips for me. Even on display, you love to please me, don't you?"
I mewl a response like the shameless creature I am.
"That's my girl," he says, and gives my pussy another pat before going back to rubbing my clit. His attention turns back to Seth. "Why do you care so much about my world?"
Seth leans back in his chair and grins, all sharp fangs. "Because, my friend, I aim to join it."
20
Instead of laughing in Seth's face, Kassam appears to consider this. His hand pauses beneath my skirts temporarily, but then he goes back to caressing me, working my clit as another orgasm blasts through me, my pulse pounding in my ears. "How would you propose such a thing?" Kassam asks. "Joining my world and leaving yours?"
Seth spreads his arms wide. "The gods here are nothing but memories. Our powers are neutered, our followers in the dozens instead of the thousands or millions we once had. We are forgotten and useless in modern society. But if I cross over to your world…" He leans in, his expression calculating. "I can start fresh. Gain power for myself once more."
I whimper, opening my mouth to protest. "But—"
Spank.
I yelp as Kassam smacks my pussy again, and another orgasm rips through me. Oh god. I'm going to die from coming. Just stroking out as he strokes me. That's how I'm going to go. My tombstone will read she came so hard her insides exploded. They'll have to bury me in the fetal position, because my muscles will be permanently clamped up.
Kassam chuckles, as if the thought of Seth grabbing power in his world is somehow fucking funny. "And how would you do so? We already have one trickster god. I do not think my world needs another."
"Ah, but you said there was a goddess that was responsible for your curse, yes?" Seth reclines backward once more, crossing his arms over his rune-covered chest.
"Riekki, the goddess of knowledge."
"Perfect. I'll take her place." Seth grins. "What is a trickster after if not knowledge and power? She has both. It shall be a perfect fit."
"She is also known as the Peacekeeper." Kassam says, amused. He doesn't sound upset over Seth plotting the downfall of the other goddess.
Seth shrugs. "Names change over time. Many, many things change. It will not be such a stretch to replace a useless, broken goddess with a newcomer. Your High Father will see I aim to play by his rules and he will be pleased."
"A trickster playing by the rules?" Kassam rubs my clit, nipping at my ear. "I'll believe it when I see it."
"I can behave with the right incentive." Seth arches a brow, gesturing at me. "Just like your little pet there."
"Speaking of my pet…" Kassam purrs, his tongue gliding along the shell of my ear. "You will need an anchor of your own. We cannot remain in the mortal realm without a mortal to tie us there."
Seth doesn't look worried. "Easily done."
But Kassam hesitates, and I can feel it in his body, even as he rocks his hips, bouncing me on his cock as he works my pussy. Another orgasm fires through me and I whine, both exhausted and overstimulated. I feel like I'm about to fly apart, and yet it keeps on going, the most delicious torture of all time. "How do I know this isn't a trick? Tell me why I need your help when I can find my way home on my own."
"I imagine you can," Seth agrees. He sits up, his lean face full of urgency. "Help me, my brother. I am tired of being nothing but a memory. A god is nothing without purpose."
Damn, he's good. Even I'm won over by that impassioned plea.
Kassam thinks for a long moment as he fucks me, the only sounds in the room that of our bodies make when they come together and my wordless little cries. Just when I'm about to come again, he slows his thrusts, becoming more languid, and begins to speak once more. "I have a condition."
"Name it," Seth says immediately.
"If we work with you, I promised my little light that she would not be harmed." He presses a kiss against the side of my face, caressing my neck with one big hand. "I need you to make the same promise."
The other god shrugs. "Why do you care if a single human lives or dies? They are nothing to us."
I tense, but Kassam takes that moment to thrust deep again, distracting me. He pushes me forward once more, until I'm forced to brace my hands on his knees again. "Ride me, wench."