The New King's First Night
Click.
The sound of the chamber door closing landed with a heavy finality, like the stroke of a pen sealing a binding contract.
Gaia looked at me and laughed for a long while. It was not merely the elegant smile of a queen I had seen in the audience hall — it carried, at the same time, the warm tenderness of the primordial earth, as though she meant to wash away every trace of a mortal's shame.
"Now then, shall we spend the night speaking of our future?"
The words had barely left her lips before Gaia threw herself at me first.
She stole my lips away, kiss after hungry kiss. The moonlight gathered in her mouth made her kiss deeper than I expected, and far more wicked. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and coiled around the tip of mine, and as the two tips met and tangled, I felt the wetness overflow between us. Instinct took over, and my arms wrapped around her waist.
Her body was less light than it was substantial. Fitting for one called the Earth — her skin was dewy and moist, and everywhere my hands settled on her, they were met with an overwhelming softness.
"Mmm…"
Gaia let out a short moan and buried herself against my shoulder, her nails dragging across my old scars. Then she pushed me down onto the bed.
The chill night wind and the pale moonlight spilling through the walls cracked in the battle with Cronus no longer mattered. Nothing existed now but the rising heat within this one small chamber, closing around the two of us.
Gaia undressed me, and her hands were unhurried, precise. As her palm glided down my chest, her fingertips brushed over me, and a shiver raced up my spine like lightning along a mast.
"My dear husband, you are wound far too tight."
She pressed her lips to the nape of my neck and whispered.
She climbed over me, her golden hair falling like a curtain against the ceiling. She slid her knee between my thighs and slowly lowered the rest of herself down toward me. She was the one advancing now, and as she settled astride me, my vision blurred like rain-streaked glass. Her skin was porcelain-pale, yet the lines of muscle and vein flowing beneath it were fierce.
She sank down, slowly. The cold, silken wetness of her swallowed me whole.
"Ah…"
Gaia drew in a sharp breath. As she descended, breathless, she looked into my eyes directly for the very first time. And each time her clear blue gaze caught my unfocused, undone expression, her own face grew deeper, more intoxicated.
She lifted her hips and sank down again, and again, her slick heat sheathing me with every descent. It was not merely sensation. It was the overwhelming embrace of the primordial earth receiving a god into itself.
"And… and how is it, my husband?"
She breathed the question hot against my ear, her nails raking down my chest. She controlled her own rhythm with perfect mastery, gazing down at me with the savoring eyes of a woman indulging in a rare delicacy.
Oh no. I may be Zeus in name, but I refuse to be dragged around forever!
Hah!
"Oh—!"
I seized her by the waist. Every time she slid down onto me, my instincts surged hotter. Her sweat-slicked body glided against mine, and Gaia trembled in ecstasy as she clung to me, droplets beading on her flushed cheeks and falling, one by one, onto my chest. The scent of her — sweet and damp — filled my senses.
I drove her rhythm faster. She rocked her body up and down, her full breasts swaying above my face, and I grasped them desperately, pulling her down toward me. Her moans echoed through the narrow room, her eyes blazing with frenzy. She had set out to dominate me — and yet here she was, just as consumed by the heat as I was.
"Ahh… my husband, pour everything into me…"
And at last, I erupted. The warm, clinging tightness of her milked me with each pulse, and wave after wave of pleasure drowned my mind. I pulled Gaia's neck into my arms and buried my groan against her skin, while she received every last drop with a smile of deep, feline satisfaction.
The moment she lifted her hips and let me slip free, I flipped her over with every intention of devouring her.
Thank you… original owner of this body… even once more, and I'm still hard as stone…
Gaia looked up at me, startled — and then I spread her legs and sheathed myself inside her dripping heat once more, and her moan climbed higher.
"Hnngh…"
Gaia's hips bucked beneath me. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and pressed my body flush against hers — the missionary take, and now I was the one setting the pace. She was so drenched in sweat that her skin slipped against mine. I gripped her thighs hard and pinned her ankles over my shoulders, and her insides clenched around me as if to swallow me whole. My scarred flesh met her softness again and again, the sound of it filling the chamber.
I seized her heaving breasts, teased them with my fingers, and Gaia cried out — then swallowed the sound herself. I drove deeper, deeper still, her burning core squeezing me as her thighs tensed around my waist. I covered her lips with my own and poured everything I had into her.
The second time was fiercer than the first. The third, I took her from behind — gripping both her arms and her breasts as I worked my hips with all my strength, spilling myself into her depths yet again.
"Y-you truly are… His Majesty the King of the Gods…"
Gaia turned her head and stole a kiss from my lips.
Thud.
A fourth time… I can't… hah… haaah…