Page 32 of The Demigod

And still, these gods put me to shame.

Maybe that was because I did it for duty. They did it for pleasure.

They sure enjoyed the fuck out of doing unspeakable things to me, body and mind.

I didn’t even know I had that much blood in my veins. But it was all over me, them, the floor, the walls, everywhere.

Pain sparked off of every nerve ending, pulsed in my soft tissue, ached in my mind.

I knew it would fade, that I would heal. It was my nature.

But I was having a bit of a pity-me moment when I saw the shadows moving around the basement and knew I was no longer alone.

When her shadow cloak fell away, all I saw was how pale she looked, the veins under her skin shining through brightly, the bruises under her eyes saying she was still too tired.

Something was wrong with her. I wouldn’t pretend to know what, but she was wasting away day by day.

What was going to be left after another week?

Minethat voice in the back of my head grumbled, possessive, concerned.

It was why, when she lifted a hand to offer the only comfort she could give me—sleep—I refused. I couldn’t let her drain herself any more than she already had.

Not for me.

I could tough it out, wait for my body to heal.

Nox, though, had her own plans.

I saw the spark of heat just below the concern.

Before I could suss out her intention, she was lowering herself down to her knees before me.

At first, I thought she might just be trying to free my ankles so I could sit.

But then her hands were sliding across the front of my pants, heading toward my button and zipper.

Mine, the voice snarled even as desire surged through my system, making my cock thick and straining in a matter of seconds.

By the time she had my pants opened and was reaching inside, I was rock-hard, my balls aching with the need for release.

Nox’s gaze stayed on mine as her hand slipped into my pants and closed around my cock.

The way she sucked in her breath at the feel of me had my cock twitching with need.

She couldn’t keep her gaze on mine then, too curious to see what I was packing.

Which, I had to admit, was more than enough to please her. But maybe a little too much to fit in her mouth. But I was all too happy to watch andfeelher try.

A sweet little mewling sound escaped her as her hand automatically tightened around me, then slid down to the base.

Her other hand moved out, gently closing around my balls, fingers massaging lightly as she leaned in.

My breath hissed out as her tongue teased up the bottom of my cock, then traced around the head, lapping up the pre-cum there.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, all thoughts of my pain dissipating as her lips slid around the head and sucked me in.

She kept moving down, testing her ability to take me deeper, pausing when her gag reflex engaged. Then fighting past it, taking me deeper.

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