Page 76 of Daddy's Muse
The drug was starting to pull him under, relaxing his mind and body. His breath came shallow as he became pliant in my hands.
I laid him back, arranging his body with care at the very heart of the circle. Around us, the bones gleamed pale in the candlelight, and Bryan’s ruin spread like wings on the edge of the rite.
But Colby would never see any of that. Not the gore or the horror. He would only hear the praises I whispered and the warmth of my hands as I began what would make him mine forever.
I brushed the back of my hand along his cheek, then let my lips linger there, tasting the saltiness of his skin.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, fingertips sliding down to trace his throat, where I’d pressed for his pulse not so long ago.“The gods don’t make mistakes. They chose you to be my other half, and tonight we’ll honor them with our coupling.”
My hands moved with deliberate care, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. Each one came loose with the patience of a prayer, my knuckles grazing his chest as I bared him inch by inch. I kissed the hollow of his throat, then lower. His skin was warm beneath my lips, alive, and I pressed my mouth to it as if to anchor him to me.
“Every ritual has its heart,” I told him quietly, easing his shirt from his shoulders, sliding it down his arms. “This one has you.” My palms swept across his chest, reverent, claiming. “You’re the axis. The one the gods will see and understand. The one they’ll bind to me.”
I laid his shirt aside, then let my hands travel lower, unfastening the rest of his clothing with the same slow patience. Each piece was folded away carefully, never discarded. “Not defilement,” I whispered as I worked. “Not desecration. But the worship of your body. A joining the gods themselves demanded.”
He shivered faintly under my touch, drugged but responsive. His lips parted as though he wanted to speak, but I hushed him with a kiss—gentle, lingering, his breath sweet against mine.
“I’ll carry the weight of this,” I breathed against his mouth. “Not you. Never you. You only need to feel me. To trust me. To let me give you what the gods have promised.”
I kissed along his jaw, down the curve of his neck, tasting him like a sacrament. My hands caressed his sides, his hips, memorizing every inch of him. He was laid bare before me, not as prey, not as a bloody sacrifice, but as something holy.
“Pappa,” he whimpered, his cock feeling the effects of the drink already as it leaked beads of pre-cum.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I rasped, mapping the shape of his body with my roaming hands and lips. “Do you want that? Do you want Pappa’s dick to fill you up, sweetheart?”
Colby trembled under my touch, his legs rubbing together in need. “Y-yes, please. I want it, Pappa. I—I don’t know… about the stuff you said, but… I’m already yours. Forever. Please fuck me,please,” he whined.
I took his cock in hand, rubbing my finger through the wetness on his tip, spreading it under the spongy head. Colby jackknifed up at the touch, crying out with pleasure.
“Be as loud as you want, min prins. Let the gods hear how pleased you are with their will.”
Colby squirmed against the furs, his hands gripping into their softness. Letting go of his swollen member, I rolled him onto his front, pulling his hips up. He gasped at the new feeling of the furs caressing his dick, and began rutting into them with abandon, mindless between the drug and his usual neediness.
I leaned forward, covering him with my body as I brought my hand to his mouth and slipped three fingers onto his tongue.
He sucked them with desperation until drool slid out from the corners of his lips.
“P-wease,” he garbled around my digits.
I groaned at the effortless way he stoked my fire. Removing my spit-slick fingers from his mouth, I wasted no time in bringing them to his twitching hole.
After softening up the rim with some rubbing, I pushed two fingers into him, relishing in his low moan. Needy thing that he was, Colby began pushing back his hips, effectively riding my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Need to get that little virgin hole of yours ready to take my cock,” I growled.
“Pappa, more, please,” he panted.
“I’ve got you. Pappa’s got you.”
Colby whimpered as I added the third finger into the mix, his hole clenching against the intrusion. I found his prostate and rubbed my fingers into it, getting drunk on his pleas.
“Please, please, please, put your cock in! Fuck me, Pappa.”
“Gods, you have no idea what you do to me.” Having divulged myself of my pants a long time ago, I stroked my throbbing erection from root to tip, readying myself for him.
Notching the head against his hole, I hesitated, only to be spurred on by Colby’s frantic begging.
Rocking my hips forward, I pushed into him, slowly making my way into his welcoming body. Colby cried out from under me. Once I bottomed out, I pressed my body weight against his back, tilting my head to suck bruises into his neck. I grabbed his head, turning his face towards mine.
