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My bottom lip trembles and I suck in a gasp. “What do I have to do to earn it?”
“Say my name.”
“Apollo,” I whimper.
His rigorous pumping begins anew. “Who does this orgasm belong to?”
“Apollo,” I moan, my body at the brink of destruction.
His teeth graze my neck. “I will gladly give you everything your body can handle and more, forever, my little witch. Just scream my name when you come for me.”
I scream his name, my brain short-circuiting. My muscles clench around his fingers and my body convulses, lifting off the seat. Apollo works his fingers, sustaining the pleasure until I’m quaking from overstimulation. I drop back to the chair and pant.
His fingers slide out of me, and I hear him suck them into his mouth. He hums. “Honey.”
“Oh my god,” I say, my breath still out of sync. “I didn’t know I liked edging.”
He works the knot at the back of my head and undoes the blindfold. “I’m glad to have discovered a new kink with you.”
His magic unwinds from my body and returns to his.
“Maybe I should look some stuff up for us to try.” I slump against the chair and open my eyes. The wound over his heart is healed and he looks vivacious, a brilliant flush in his cheeks. He’s so beautiful.
“On ViewTube?”
I laugh. “No, not on ViewTube. They don’t allow that kind of stuff. I’ll have to find it elsewhere.”
“Are you going to show me another app?” he asks with excitement.
Do I have a few minutes to browse porn with an incubus?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
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“Incredible,” Apollo says, his eyes glued to the porn on my phone. “Your books are a wonderful source of ideas, but having the visuals to accompany it is much better.”
I chuckle. “Some of the stuff in my books isn’t even possible.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean some of the positions are just completely bonkers. Like, five dudes and one girl? Come on. There are so many ball sacks rubbing against one another, too many legs, how does dude number five even get to her mouth? I call bullshit.”
Apollo disappears in a fine mist only to reappear as five replicas of himself. “Would you like to try?” they say all at once in an eerie harmony.
I laugh. “No, I would not. Thank you. Maybe two to start, but five is how I break.”
Three of him disappear and the two remaining raise their eyebrows at me.
I can’t help but keep laughing, and it feels so good. “I’m pretty behind on my work, and also not ready for two of you. I haven’t even fully experiencedoneof you.”
He mists again and returns to just a single body. He sets the phone aside but doesn’t pause the video, so the girl is still moaning loudly as Apollo says, “Am I wrong in thinking you aren’t ready for intercourse?”
I shift on my seat and chew my lip. Feelings start leaking out of the carefully chained-up box I’ve shoved to the back of my mind. Feelings about kissing on the lips and sex, that they’re for people who expect to be together forever…
