Page 29 of Invoking Ruin

“I could deny you the entire time, you know,” I whisper. “I could fuck you and leave you wanting.”

Fucking her is a tempting thought, but one I keep from indulging in for now. I need the distance I get from only touching her, not going any further. My own pleasure can wait until I’m surer about her intentions.

Besides, I could come from the desperate sounds she’s making, alone. There’s something incredible about reducing this goddess to her basest nature, like I’ve unlocked something precious and set it free.

But she’s not free. I need her to answer my questions. This seduction has a purpose, I remind myself. “I can’t even look up your name? Or mine? You think some Wikipedia article is going to be that earth-shattering, Vita?”

Vita opens and closes her mouth several times. I pull my hand back once more, and she whines. “You’ll remember soon enough. I’m not in a rush for that day to arrive.”

Oh. Vita doesn’t want me to remember.

It should have been more obvious. After all, she’s kept me all to herself, not introduced me to any other gods, and I don’t believe that’s for my benefit.

At least not totally.

I probably should be more concerned about her possessiveness, and what it might mean for the goddess in front of me when I do remember, but for now, it goes to the back of my mind to worry about later.

“How did I lose my memories?” This is the question I probably need answered most, especially if she isn’t going to give me the fundamentals.

My thumb is circling her clit as I pump my fingers in and out. I could give her everything she needs right now, but while I hold onto her pleasure, she isn’t going to come. I’m counting on that assurance. She whimpers, rocking her hips in time with my touch.

“Come on now, Vita.” I kiss the side of her neck. There’s no salt on her skin, something decidedly immortal about her, but I love the taste anyway. “Tell me.”

When she doesn’t answer, mindless with pleasure, I pull away a third time. Vita glares at me, but I ignore the daggers in her gaze.

Instead, I hook my arms behind her thighs and lift her up against the wall. I can’t handle the space between us anymore. Before I know it, I’m grinding my cock against her until she’s squirming in my grasp, and I’m groaning into her neck.

So close. It would be so easy to slide inside her.

“Please, please, Sandro,” she begs, her head fallen back against the tile, her hands gripping my shoulders like twin vises.

“Tell me how I lost my memories, and I’ll let you come.” My words come out a growl as I start to lose my own control. My balls are drawn up so tight. It’s a miracle I don’t come right then and there.

“Because they were buried!” She practically shouts. I don’t think she fully knows what she’s saying, which is good. It’s more than likely the truth.

I pause, though holding still is nothing short of agony. “How?”

Vita practically sobs, and my fingers burn with her need. If I let her come, she’s going to explode with it.

“A Titaness weakened you, and then she used another goddess to make you forget.” She’s gasping, a gorgeous flush climbing up her chest to her face. I lick a trail through it, needing the taste of her skin.

“But not you? You never forgot who you were?” I almost don’t need to ask. She’s not weakened, and she clearly remembers everything.

When she shakes her head, I rock against her again, and we both moan. “The Titaness, and the other goddess she used, they never looked for me,” she confesses, breathless. “And I never looked for them.”

There’s a lonely, bitter flavor to her answer. There’s so much more to this story, more details about her, and more about me, but even this small admission clearly hurts her. I didn’t expect to unearth any pain.

It’s enough. I flex the fingers I’ve dug into her hip as I rut against her, faster and harder.

“Come with me,” I command, at just the moment I can’t bear it any longer. One more hard thrust against her, and I shout, releasing the hold I have on her pleasure as my own vision goes white, and we both come together. Her cries echo in my ears, her pleasure and mine reverberating inside me until I’m not sure which is which.

Fuck, and I didn’t even get inside her.

My legs are like jelly, and we sink down until we’re in a heap of limbs on the shower floor. She’s holding onto me, shuddering, her eyes closed tight as she comes down. I’m not faring any better. My whole body quakes with the aftermath. I didn’t even know it was possible for sex to feel this good.

My cum glistens on her skin where the water hasn’t washed it away. In an impulse I can’t quite explain, I rub it into her skin. The possessive nature of it soothes a beast inside of me.

This goddess might think I’m all hers, but she’s mine, too.

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