"Carly," he groans. "Your mouth. Incredible. You're taking me so deep, little light."
I caress his sac, nuzzling deeper against his skin as he pounds against the back of my throat. I breathe deep, doing my best not to gag as I fondle the heavy weight of his balls. A tiny, naughty idea occurs to me and I wonder if I'm brave enough to do it.
Then I decide…fuck it. If you can't finger the prostate of a god, whose prostate can you finger?
I lift my mouth off his cock, panting, and go back to tonguing his shaft and foreskin. I glance up at him to see if he's paying attention, but his eyes are closed, his face tight with pleasure. Perfect. With one hand, I work his shaft. With the other, I lick my finger, coating it liberally with my saliva before I bend down to take the head of his cock into my mouth again.
As he groans, lifting his hips, I dive. I trace his sac with my pinky, then gently tease until I'm toying with the underside. A moment later, I go for the butthole. I push lightly, then with a bit more force, sinking my finger in as Kassam sucks in a deep breath, arching against me. Once my finger is in deep, I search for his prostate. Maybe a god doesn't have one. Maybe—
The moment I rub my finger against it, Kassam's breath hisses out from between his teeth. His entire body jerks, and I'm delighted by the response. I continue rubbing as he pumps into my mouth, his movements frantic and wild. His body bows and his hooves smack against the ground as he clenches. A hot spurt of release hits my tongue, the first warning that he's about to explode. Then, Kassam erupts with a low cry, his bottom tight around my finger as I tease his prostate even as he fills my mouth with his release. He floods my tongue and down my throat, and when I pull back, he continues to come, spilling over my cheeks and chin. Carefully, I slip my finger back out and try not to look too smug as I sit up.
I've only done that once before, and the results were not nearly as satisfying as this time. Kassam's head is thrown back and he pants wildly, as if he can't find enough air to breathe.
"I'm just going to go clean up," I purr, feeling rather proud of myself. I'm still turned on to an insane degree, but I like that I made him lose his mind. Pleased, I move back to the water's edge and wash my hands and face. My jeans are wet and feel too abrasive against my sensitized skin, so I peel them (and my soaked boots) off at the water's edge, sighing with pleasure when I'm in nothing but my panties.
A big arm wraps around my waist as I bend over. "Not so fast," Kassam murmurs as I yelp in surprise. "You deserve to have your itches scratched as well."
My heart sinks when he says that. Is that all this is to him, still? Scratching an itch? Why did I expect anything more? But then he pulls me down onto my hands and knees, and his warm breath fans over my wet panties. “That finger…that was a surprise.”
“Gotta keep you on your toes,” I say, breathless. “I need to represent for all mortals out there.”
He chuckles. “Trust me, Carly, you are not like any mortal I know.”
I decide I’m going to take that as a compliment. And when he slides the fabric of my panties aside and puts his mouth on my pussy, I don’t think of anything at all. I just close my eyes and enjoy.
A short time later, after we're both sated, my stomach growls again and I rub it absently as I spread my jeans out on the rocks to dry. "So where are we, exactly? You said you knew?"
Kassam shrugs, petting an eagle that showed up while I was gasping for air after my fourth tongue-induced orgasm. He gazes at it thoughtfully. "The Wildlands. This place is sacred to me. Or rather, it was a thousand years ago. I'm pleased it remains the same."
"Huh," is all I say. I don't know anything about his world, and I have to admit, I'm a little worried about how…wild it is. Which is stupid. Kassam is a nature god. Of course he's going to want to hang out where there's nothing but trees and animals. It's just that…I'm a city girl. I'm already a little worried about the lack of plumbing and accessible food. Beds. Paths. Things like that. I expected us to be starting fresh when we came over to his world. I just didn't realize we'd be starting with nothing at all. I'm suddenly glad I packed my enormous bag. I move over to it, unzipping and pulling out fresh clothes and shoes. I find a protein bar and unwrap it, chewing as Kassam strokes the eagle's feathers. He's got a huge frown on his face. "What's wrong?"
He glances over at me. "My friend tells me there is a city not far from here. A day's flight, maybe a bit more. I don't like that."
"Why not?"
"Because there should be no city here. These lands are supposed to remain wild. They are my lands."
I don't point out that he's been gone for a thousand years, or that the world can change a lot in a hundred years, much less a thousand. He knows this, of course. Me, personally, I'm rather thrilled there's a city. I like the woods, but if we're going to find Seth and Margo, we'll find them near a city. Seth is absolutely not a nature god. I study him and the eagle instead. "He told you that?"
Kassam shrugs. "I see it in his thoughts."
"Should you be doing that? Am I going to have another nosebleed again?"
His mouth pulls into a frown and he glances over at me. "I…do not know." With a flick of his wrist, the eagle flies away, soaring once more. "Are you in pain?"
"No, I just want to be careful, that's all."
Kassam's expression grows pained. "I do not know how to stop reading their thoughts. They speak to me, as easily as you or I." Worried, he looks at the squirrels at his feet. "Even now, they tell me where they keep their food, and who stalks these woods at night."
I rub my forehead, but it doesn't hurt. "Maybe that's all right, then. But if I start to hurt, I'm going to need you to stop unless you want to carry me all the way to the nearest city."
He makes a grimace of disgust. "Cities. Pah."
I gesture at the pastoral scene around us. "You think Seth is somewhere around here?"
"No." Kassam looks thoughtful. "He will have directed Lachesis to send him toward the nearest settlement. We will find him there."
"Okay then, so what's the plan?" I cross my legs in the grass, and it feels cool under my bare legs and ass. I'm naked except for my bra, but I don't feel uncomfortable like this. Kassam is so easy in his own skin that it makes me relax. "How do we move forward?"
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He is quiet for a long moment, the only movement that of his thick hair waving in the breeze. Then, he gives a fond look to the trees at the edge of the clearing, infested with birds and squirrels. The deer hover nearby, seemingly waiting for his answer as well. "We let the gods know I have returned. We gather my army, and we join Seth." Kassam clenches a fist, a surprisingly cruel grin on his face. "Then, we go after Riekki."
I'm a little concerned about that to-do list, because the expression on Kassam's face is distinctly vengeful, and it doesn't match the man—er, god—I've come to know. "Okay, let's think about this. How are you going to let the gods know you've returned if they're all here in the mortal realm?"