Page 72 of The Cursed Chalice
“Aric…Ares.”
I look in the mirror, and a devilish smile is reflected back at me.
“Be a good girl and come on those fucking fingers.”
“Yes, baby,” she mutters.
Ares pushes past me for a second, with my hand around her throat he tightens. “When you are done, little flame, you will take us down your throat. Then in your pussy.”
“Aric?”
My nose flares. “He will be back in a second. I need you to milk that fucking pussy and make it come for us…now.”
Her body arches and stiffens. “Fuck. I am coming.” She screams out as her fingers commit to three more hand thrusts. A shudder runs through her body; she collapses.
As Ares retreats, I regain control in shock, slowly releasing her throat.
“Aric, we’ve never exchanged that smoothly before.”
I hold Soraya close, rocking her as she comes down from her orgasm.
SORAYA
I don’t know how to explain it. I feel powerful. Having two men…well, one man, wanting me.
“Are you ready, flower?” Aric whispers in my ear.
Pressing on his chest, my hand meets a raised part of his skin. “What is this? A brand?”
He looks down. “It’s a Greek lambda.”
I ease off of his lap, standing on wobbly legs. “Why did you get it?”
“It’s to remind me to have discipline over my desires, and order over blood,” he says as he stands.
Ares’ body is not perfect, but fuck it is built with purpose. The purpose is to intimidate lesser men. The scar extends down his neck. He appears to be a god among men, like someone carved him from stone. The light catches parts of his muscles,creating dips and shadows between the creases. His stomach, has a beautiful set of lean muscles, creating a separate compact muscle. This man doesn’t have a six-pack; it extends and flattens at his waistband.
“Kneel.”
I drop to my knees. Placing my hand on my thigh, I watch as he unbuckles his pants. The pants drop down his long legs and pool at his feet. I look up at him, reveling in the subtle taper at his waist, which forms a deep V. His legs are like thick steel poles, strong and carved.
His thumb drags over my bottom lip, pulling it to the side. He then slips it into my mouth.
“Suck it.”
I look up at him and suck his thumb.
“You want to be our wife, Soraya?”
I nod, rolling my tongue under his finger.
Aric looks in the mirror and nods. “Do you want to be our little slut too, Soraya?”
I moan around his finger.
“Good girl.” Aric removes his thumb. He takes his boxer briefs off, throwing them to the side.
He strokes his cock from base to tip. If I hadn’t had sex with him before, I would be frightened to take him into my body. It would have felt impossible. His cock is thick and covered in roped veins.
