Page 2 of Invoking Ruin

“You can help by leaving. That is what I want. You’re distracting me.”

Lethe sighs, but she finally leaves, disappearing back amongst the trees, away from the revelry. Heading back to her river, I hope, where I’m not likely to see her again for a while.

When I turn back, the music has hit a fever pitch, shouts of ecstasy and jubilation entering the fray. Dionysus has finished with his maenad, spilling himself all over her back. No demigods will be born of that union.

I lick my lips, so caught up in the sight of his cock shining with his and the maenad’s release that it’s a moment before I realize his eyes are on me.

Slowly, mortification rising along with my gaze, I pick up my head and meet his eyes. They glint in the firelight, crinkling at the edges as he beckons to me with a crook of his fingers.

And suddenly, I’m no longer rooted but floating. My feet barely touch the ground in the time it takes me to find myself standing in front of him.

His smile is teasing, almost chiding. I start, as if coming out of a dream, as his hand closes around mine. “You enjoy watching, little Ruin?”

This can’t be happening. All the times I’ve come here to spy on him and his revelers, he’s never glanced at me once. I never dared make myself known.

Around us, the orgy continues, but my eyes never leave him. He knows this isn’t a random coincidence. I’m sure of it.

“Only certain things,” I mutter.

He undoes the pins holding up my dress, his fingers dragging heat over my bare shoulders.

“What about being watched?” He asks as my skin catches fire.

The opium in the fire hangs sweet in the air. I didn’t think until this moment that a mortal drug could affect a god, but now, I’m not so sure. What else could explain the circle of his thumb on my nipple, teasing it into a taut peak? I lean into his touch, my mouth dry, my words failing.

He chuckles, as though sensing that he’s reduced me to a puddle. “Well?” he presses, stepping in closer, so his cock, still hard, still sticky with his release, presses against the bare skin of my belly, making it flutter.

Perhaps a goddess should have more self-respect than to take a lowly maenad’s leavings.

I don’t care. I want the god.

“If I wanted to lay you out on the grass and take you in front of everyone,” he asked, “what would you say?”

“Yes.” The word is little more than breath, but he swallows the sound in a kiss that burns away all thought. He tastes of sweet wine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth until my head spins.

I grip his shoulders, needing to stay standing, not entirely sure I can. For so long, I’ve dreamed of this moment. Watched him from afar with a hand between my legs. Now, it’s his hands on me, and the promise of his cock inside me.

I’m already quivering, and he’s barely touched me.

He takes me by the hips and drags me into him, grinding his arousal against me until I squirm, desperate for more.

Drunk on the taste of him, I barely notice as he pushes me down into the grass. The blades tickle, but the heat of him, the rasp of his teeth as he nips at the side of my neck holds my entire world.

I’m ready, soaked before he even parts my thighs to seat himself between them. We both groan as he pushes inside me, and I bite my lip at the stretch.

So good, so full. I arch my back, and he works his hand beneath me to keep me like this as he starts to thrust.

Mine.

I score my nails down his back, bringing ichor to the surface in my desperation to hold onto him. To claim him as surely as he’s claiming me.

It only fuels him, his rhythm turning punishing until I’m moaning his name up into the Aether.

A little knife glints silver in the firelight next to me. Left by one of the maenads, no doubt. I snatch it up. Before I’ve thought it through, I’m clutching a lock of his golden hair in one hand and dragging the knife through the strands with the other.

Dionysus slows in his rhythm and chuckles in my ear, a sound that has me shivering and clenching. “I didn’t take you for the magic type. What are you doing, little Ruin?”

I wrap my leg around him, dragging him deeper inside me, wanting to keep him there.

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