The Calm of Greece

*9*

The sun lightly came into the room, it's rays touching all it could find, including his skin. He let the gentle rays lay upon him, basking him in its early morning glow. It made him feel like a cat in the afternoon, soaking in what it could as it laid peacefully away. That and it didn't help that it was making it look like a goddess laid in his bed. He gazed at her bare back as the sun gave her skin a luminous glow, the gentle rise and fall of her breaths proof of the exhaustion he left her in. Since the banquet, he had proven the appetite he had for the art of lovemaking. taking her as much as he could and showing her so many ways to find pleasure. Not that she complained, most of the times she was just as hungry for it as he was.

He reached out to stroke her long mocha hair, feeling the tresses slip within his fingers. She really was like a goddess to him, and she was his. The sleepy yawn from Cassiopeia took his gaze down to Feriah's lower back. There within the small of her back, laid the kitten she rescued and named those weeks before. Happily laying against Feriah as the sun warmed her as well. He reached down to stroke the little things ears, gaining a happy purr from the tiny thing. She stretched out against his hand, leaning her head against him as she continued her little song to him.

"You are making her claw me, stop." he heard Feriah mumble into the pillow.

Looking up, he was met with her green eyes as they bore into him, upset of her interruption of sleep.

"Sygnómi." he whispered, still petting the kitten, "Didn't mean to wake you."

"Yes, yet you still are petting her, which is making her knead my ass and cat claws in the early morning is not how I wanted to wake up."

He chuckled at her, finally lifting Cassiopeia and placing her on the floor with Hera and Hades. The two kept the little one occupied as he moved back to Feriah, nuzzling his nose against her shoulder. Her sweet scent sent a warm shiver through him, one leading directly to his member. True he had her that night, but the thought of taking her again came to his mind, to hear her moan and call out his name as he buried himself deep within her body. He gently placed a nip on her shoulder, kissing it smooth as a sleepy sigh emitted from her.

"You had me last night, I want sleep."

"But you are awake."

"Because of you made Cassiopeia claw me." she huffed, "Turn your dick off."

He moved along her body, feeling the smoothness of her tanned skin, "But I can't. It's hard when you are so beautiful beside me. That and I will be gone for a few days."

"Bok." she whispered into the pillow.

Her body moved lightly, the thin sheet nearly exposing her naked frame to him as her legs spread apart slightly. 

"Are you saying yes to me?"

Those greens pierced him as he felt her body grow warmer, "Maybe."

Oh that tone, that playful tone he loved on her. He moved behind her, letting his hands coast over her plump ass, feeling her body grow ready as she hummed in approval of his touch.

"If you are going to have me this way, did was you did last time please."

Well now, he couldn't say no to that. His fingers ran along her wet folds, feeling how excited she was for this, slicking them lightly just to place them where they were beckoned most. He knew how to get her there, to make her beg for more. He watched as she wriggled and stretched against the sheets, hums and throaty moans leaving her, proof that his play was the perfect warm-up for her. Finally, he removed his fingers and placed himself deep within her, feeling her slick heat coat him, surrounding him in a bliss that only she could give.