Aphrodite's Flame

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When I get back to the cabin it is already dark outside, except for a small fire by the river. When I get closer to him, I can feel an unsatiable hunger for him. After having been so long with him, I immediately miss him after such a short time apart. Smiling I walk up to him, already loosening the knot that keeps my dress from falling off. 

The smile falls off my face when I see what he is doing. He looks around, a triumphant smile on his handsome face.

'I hope you're hungry,' he tells me. I watch the swine above the fire in horror. He didn't listen to me. I told him not to go hunting and he did it anyway. I take a deep breath. At least he's safe. At least he's safe. At least he's safe. I repeat the same words over and over again like a mantra, calming myself down.

'I'm sorry,' he says, barely meaning it, 'I really needed to get out and you were gone for so very long. And look, everything is fine.' I'm so glad he is okay I forgive him for his stubborn stupidity and fall to my knees next to him. In this way he reminds me of Ares. I wonder about the God who can make sparks out of ember, but leaves before there's even a tiny flame. I really don't want to spend a second of my precious time thinking about him while I could be spending all that time with my mortal beau. I stare into the flames, collecting my calmth, before turning toward Adonis, who looks at me anxiously.

'It's okay,' I whisper. 'Just don't do it again, okay? It is not the time to go hunting. It is dangerous and you could get hurt.' His lips curl upward again and he leans in to kiss me. My heart jumps at the touch, and his lips move to my jaw.

'I know you're hungry,' he growls close to my ear. Closing my eyes, I know I am. An unforeseen moan escapes my lips when he kisses my neck. There is absolutely nothing left of the shy Adonis I met at the beginning of Autumn. He pushes the straps of my dress off my shoulder, kneading my breasts with his able hands. Slowly I lower myself on the floor, and he kisses me greedily. His taste becomes our taste.

His hand moves down to push up my skirt. Expecting him to caress me with his fingers, he surprises me by going down on me. He kisses the insides of my thighs, moving his mouth slowly toward my sex. 

'I can smell you,' he whispers, 'I can smell your arousal.' And with that, he latches his mouth onto me, making me gasp in pleasure while his tongue draws a map of all the places he loves so much, circling unabashedly around my clitoris and sucking on my lips. He moans against the wetness, and the vibration sends chills up my spine. This is so good, it's making me want to curse. The hand he used to massage my breasts now moves down to lift my ass up, so he has better access. I'm pulling his hair while panting his name, ready to give in to whatever sea is swallowing me up whole. 

With Adonis it is always love-making. This is not love-making. This is pure and utter lust, and I'm savouring the intense sensation. Even though it is the successful hunt that made him all excited, I get to pick the fruits of that labour. He pushes his tongue inside me, making me squirm. After his tongue, he pushes in two fingers, pumping them in and out quickly while his hot tongue is still licking me. And then he sends me over the edge. I cry out his name, my legs are trembling. Wave after wave washes over me and I still have my eyes closed. He carefully lays me down on the floor again and wipes off his mouth on his sleeve. It makes me laugh.

'You taste so sweet,' he says, crawling on top of him. 'I wish I could have you for breakfast every day for the rest of my life.' Giggling, I kiss him. He could.

'What do you want to do?' I whisper against his mouth.

'Let's eat something,' he says, smiling. 'I made something real good.' He kisses me a last time before climbing off me and going back to the swine he is cooking. I pull up my still shaky legs and fold my arms around my knees while I watch him. 

I love him.