"I'm glad. Eat as much as you like." He leans over the water, washing the vegetables, and once they're clean, he offers one to me. It's a bulb of some kind and looks a bit like an onion. I'm not entirely sure I want that after fruit, but since he made my nose bleed for it, it seems rude to refuse. I finish my piece of melon, then take the bulb and bite into it like an apple. It has a strange, earthy taste, but reminds me a spicy bean more than an onion, and I decide I like it. I eat everything, and then when I've licked my fingers clean, I head over to the waterfall and drink my fill.
Once I'm sated, I move back to where my pack is and flop down on the ground, running my fingers over my fruit-distended belly. I ate all of that and it was delicious, but something tells me I'm going to be hungry again quickly. Heck, I could already eat another snack. "I must have slept for a long time to be so hungry."
Kassam drops onto the grass next to me, propping up on his elbows. He regards me with amusement and what looks like…affection. "Remember, since you are my mortal, you will be hungry and thirsty because you are fueling me."
My mortal. I hate how much that word choice makes me quiver with pleasure. "Where are Seth and Margo?"
"Uncertain." He shrugs, and gazes at his surroundings with shining eyes. "I have been trying to decide why Lachesis sent me here. When I left, it was at the Blood Glacier, when Rhagos and his anchor found me. This is near, but to the south. Perhaps Lachesis simply looked for a convenient spot to place me…but then it does not answer where Seth and his anchor would be." He shrugs. "I thought we would end up together, but it does not matter. We will find them soon enough."
I lick my lips, and they taste like fruit. "I kinda hope Margo's giving him a piece of her mind. That man needs to be yelled at."
Kassam chuckles. "He is not a man, little light. You must remember that, first and foremost. He has seen ten thousand generations. What is one human to him?"
I prop up on my elbows, looking over at Kassam. "Okay, well, the same could be said for you."
"It could, yes."
I study him. Funny how he defends Seth for his shitty actions because he understands him…and yet when given the same choice, Kassam has chosen again and again to have my back and defend me. He stood up to Lachesis and Seth on Margo's behalf, not because he cared about Margo, but because it mattered to me. "Thank you," I say softly. "You said a lot of nice things back there when Lachesis and Seth were trying to rush us."
"I made a promise to you, Carly. I intend to keep it." He watches me carefully. "You are my wife. I have never had a bond like that before and I am curious to explore it."
Is that what this is to him? A new experience after all this time? Well, it doesn't matter. He's not the only one “curious” to explore. I sit up and lean over him, brushing my lips against his. "I can still thank you."
He looks up at me as I hover over him, heat in his gaze. He watches my mouth, curious. "You kissed me. You said you would not."
"I said they weren't part of the deal, because there had to be affection between us."
Kassam looks up at me. "And are you feeling affectionate toward me right now?"
"Very much so." I put a hand on his chest and give him a sultry smile. I press lightly, indicating he should fall back, and when he does, I lean over him once more and begin to kiss my way down his abdomen. "Let me show you my thanks."
He groans with pleasure, his hand dragging through my hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes. "You're thanking me for intervening with one foolish mortal who should have known better than to make a verbal agreement with a stranger?"
"I'm thanking you for treating me like I matter."
"You matter to me."
"And for that, you get a blow job," I agree, letting my mouth trail lower on his abdomen. "Though, really, it's for me as much as it is for you."
He's silent, and then finally chuckles. "You may blow on my cock all you like, my pretty Carly, but I will like it even more if you put it in your mouth."
I blink, and it takes everything I have not to break into giggles. Does he really think I'm going to bend down and just…blow on his cock like it's a dandelion? Like a flute? My mouth quivers with the urge to laugh, and I'm tempted to lean in and fan my breath over him just to be a shit. But I'm not about to deprive myself.
So I smile at him, curl my hand around his shaft, and lower my head to taste the tip of him.
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I moan at the taste of him. It's such a cliché to think that he tastes like sunshine and warm skin, but he does. Of course he does. He's a god of nature here, even if he's been stripped of his powers. That first musky taste of him only makes me hungry for more, though. Greedy, I explore him with my fingers, learning him by touch as my mouth closes over the head of his cock. He's thick and uncircumcised, and even though this isn't a surprise for me, I've never really explored him at my leisure or taken control. It's always been about scratching the itch, feeding the need as quickly as possible.
But oh, I'm enjoying this. I love the way his body twitches in response the moment I swirl my tongue under the head of his cock. I love the hiss of his breath when my exploring fingers brush over the seam of his sac. I love the way he tastes and how he subtly pushes against my tongue when I take him deeper into my mouth, how his fingers tighten in my hair. I love all of it.
"That mouth of yours is so sweet," he murmurs as I lick him. "I much prefer this to blowing."
This time, I do chuckle. "It's an expression, silly. I always intended to put my mouth all over your cock." I lean in to lick the base and then move all the way up to the tip, trailing my tongue along the underside. "Kinda feel as if I've been depriving myself considering we haven't done this before."
"Then please, do not let me deprive you, my little light." He flexes his hips, pushing his cock forward as I kiss the tip again. "Take as much of me as you like."
He still sounds as if he's in control, which is slightly annoying. I want him to get lost in this moment. I want him to realize that I'm the one in charge. I want to take over and blow his damn mind. So I lift my head and give him a completely lascivious lick, swirling my tongue over the tip. "Quiet. I need to concentrate. You're only allowed to speak if you call me by my name."
One of those brows goes up and he chuckles, amused at my bossiness. "What if I call you ‘wife’?"
"I'll accept it." I lap at the head of his cock.
"What if I call you 'mortal woman'?"
"I'll use my teeth."
Kassam laughs, the sound full of delight. "What if—"
I suck the head of him into my mouth again to shut him up, slowly stroking his cock. I grasp him loosely, using his foreskin to provide the movement, and keep my hand steadily pumping as I pull him deeper into my mouth. He grunts, his hand tightening in my hair, and finally shuts up. Good.
I stroke his cock as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, until my fingers meet my lips and I'm deep throating him. He groans, shuttling his hips slightly in an effort to push deeper, and so I grip his thigh and concentrate on keeping my mouth as loose as possible while he fucks my face. It feels good, and I love that he's using me, but at the same time, I mourn that I lost control again. Maybe I just can't keep control when I'm in bed with a god. Maybe it's foolish to even try.