Arcadian Huntress ⚢

Chapter VII Brother

Leaning down, she brushed her lips lightly over the ear that peeked out from amongst the dark curls and nipped along its delicate rim. "Good morning," she murmured, chuckling as she heard a half-hearted growl emerge from the hidden throat. "Sleep well?"

"Yes." I turned my head to peer up at Parthenos with one sleepy eye, "Morning already?"

"Eos is still out there." Parthenos referred to the Titaness of dawn and dusk. She idly wound one of the brown locks around her finger. "I am not in any great hurry to go anywhere, though."

I sighed and closed my eyes again.

"I think we should just spend the day here," Parthenos said lazily. "I could use the rest, and I am sure we could find some way to spend the time." Her hand snaked under the covers and slid down to rest in the hollow just above my hipbone. "What do you think?"

I dropped my head demurely. "If you like too, but everyone will barge in here looking for you, and I am sure Hyale and her sisters have been wondering where I was."

"Are we in a hurry to head out?"

I let out a groan that caused her to chuckle.

Parthenos took my head between her hands, her dark eyes taking on a sultry gleam. The last of my drowsiness faded under that gaze. "If so... would you instead like me to ravish you again in peace?"

Our bodies were both bare, and I felt a warm tingling wash over the places where our skin was in contact. I shivered and looked at the demigoddess through my lashes. As much as I had begun to enjoy Parthenos' attentions, I still felt shy about admitting it. A timid smile curved my lips, "If you like too."

"Oh, I like." she purred with her honeyed raspy tone that already sent wonders through my body. Her powerful hands drew my head to kiss her.

My slim fingers clung to her arms as I drowned in the sensations of her lips in mine, of her wonderful places pressed against my skin. I was gasping for air when Parthenos finally broke the kiss. A low chuckle rumbled through the demigoddess' chest, like a deep growl, and I felt her hands slip down to caress my back. Then lower, as a palm slowly drew across the back of my thigh, as the other slid over my hip. I groaned as fire erupted deep in my belly.

"I like it a lot." Parthenos' breath was hot on the side of my neck, and I whimpered as her sharp teeth nibbled around the shell of my ear.

It was always like this―intense, overwhelming. So irresistible.

As powerless as a child, I gave myself up to Parthenos' conquering touch. The woman knew another woman's body―knew every sensitive spot, every weakness, and exactly how to exploit them. I felt the pressure building and building, and I begged for release, clutching at her powerful body and pressing every inch of my skin that I could against hers. The intensity grew. I thrust my face hard into Parthenos' shoulder to keep myself from moaning aloud―another deep chuckle rippled through the body above mine―and finally, the demigoddess' skillful grinding brought me to the brink and over. My rigid body slowly relaxed as the stroking touches teased the last few shudders of pleasure from me.