Page 22 of The Brothers Bane

Of all the cocks I’ve encountered this past week, his is the most human, but despite being nowhere near as massive as any of the others, it’s still intimidating to behold. I wrap my hand around his base, testing his girth, then cup his balls gently in my other hand. They’re heavy and cool compared to the heat of his shaft, which I begin to stroke lightly.

When he doesn’t object, I lean close and press my lips to his tip, darting my tongue out to tease at the slit.

He emits a shaky breath, and when I glance up to look at him, he’s staring intently at me, mouth open.

I slide my fist up his shaft then down, pulling his foreskin back, then open my mouth wider and wrap my lips around his tip. Sliding my tongue around the smooth skin of his tip elicits a rough groan from him. He lifts a hand and gently caresses my cheek.

“As much as I would relish spilling into your mouth, I want to look you in the eyes the first time you make me come. I want to be buried inside you, feeling your body wrapped tight around me.”

I release him and let him help me stand. He still looms over me, somehow seeming bigger despite being completely naked now. He’s the most breathtaking man I think I’ve ever seen, like this. The others were awe-inspiring in their own ways, all beautiful despite their unique monstrous traits. But Alcides is the only one with purely human features rendered to utter perfection.

“Are you okay, Nemea?” he asks when I can only stare at him, still dumbstruck.

“I just don’t feel worthy of you, I guess,” I say, then let out a soft laugh at how silly it sounds. I don’t really mean it, but it’s hard to find words to explain it fully.

His expression goes soft and he dips his head to my level, peering into my eyes. “It is I who am not worthy of you. The things I have done…”

“Don’t. You are not the actions forced on you by circumstance. What I mean is I’m nobody. You’re practically a god.”

“Do you not want me because of who I am?”

My eyes widen and I shake my head. “No! I mean, of course I do! Fuck. I don’t know why it was easier with the others. Probably because I wasn’t really alone with them, one-on-one, except for Chrysaor.”

He narrows his eyes and his mouth twists to one side. Then he seems to come to a decision. “Get in the water,” he commands. “Then turn with your back to me.”

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Nemea

Iswallow, but obey his command, grateful for a direction and more than a little turned on by his suddenly less deferential demeanor.

Up close, the water is crystal clear, but I dip a toe in to test the heat before stepping in at the corner of the pool where three shallow steps lead down. I wade into the water, which is the perfect temperature, hot enough to soothe my fatigued muscles, but not so hot it hurts. But then I could probably withstand hotter, now that I know what I’m made of.

The lantern light around the perimeter casts flickering shadows on all the walls as Alcides moves, padding on bare feet around the edge to the steps. The water ripples with his descent into the pool, and my nipples prickle in awareness of his approach. When he reaches me, he stops, just close enough for me to sense him, to feel his breath faintly gusting against the top of my head.

His voice is low and deep, almost a whisper, when he finally speaks.

“What you missed, which would have perhaps set you more at ease in this moment, was my own promise of what I would do to you that first night you spent in the prison. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget?”

“You heard from most of the others, all their lewd suggestions. But all I could think in that moment was how none of them deserved you. Because you are a goddess in my eyes, Nemea. But even a goddess likes to get dirty, which I realize now.”

He pauses and drifts both wet hands up my arms from elbows to shoulders. I let out a shuddering breath at the warm contact, my body coming alive.

“Breathe, Nemea. Because I’m going to take my time tonight.” He rests his hands on my shoulders only briefly before sliding them down my back and beneath my arms. He presses against my back, his erection digging into my spine as he cups my breasts.

I take a slow, deep breath, leaning back against him, and mentally reach for my power without really thinking, just to gauge its level. There is more than I had in the amphitheater, evidence that it’s this kind of contact that replenishes it. Even an incomplete bond with one of them fills me, little by little.

He grazes his thumbs across my erect nipples and I bite my lip, eyes closed to simply experience what he wishes to give.

Mouth close to my ear, he says, “What I’m going to do is tease you. I’m going to lick and suck and caress every inch of you, every sensitive place from the tips of your perfect breasts, to the wet, slick heat between your legs.

“I’m going to put my mouth on your hot little cunt and lick until you gush all over my tongue. I’m going to slide my fingers into your pussy, then into your mouth, make you taste yourself on my fingers after you finish.

“And when you’re limp and spent, then I’m going to have my way with you, fucking you slowly, so slowly. I want to feel every deep inch of your pussy sliding over my cock. I’m going to fill you up with my cum, then turn you over and do it again, and again.

“Because you’re right; I am practically a god. I can go all night. Butyouhave the stamina of a Titan. I’ve seen it myself. So I want to see if you can match me as well as you matched Asterius and Typhon. You took on all three of the Brothers Bane that day in the baths beneath the prison, which took stamina. I promise you, Nemea, I can last longer than all of them combined. But I’m positive you can take it. Are you ready?”

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