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“How do I know that you are not still just trying to get me into your bed?” Augustine growled, gesturing at her dress.

Hera scowled at him. “I agreed to speed dating because I was tired of trying to find a hookup and I wanted something more meaningful.” She stepped forward, putting a hand over his heart. “I have gotten to know you this past month. I swear to you, this,” she gestured between them, “is so much more than just sexual attraction for me. I am falling in love with you, August.”

Augustine let out the breath he was holding, and the anger he was feeling went with it. He cupped her face in his hand. “I feel the same.”

CHAPTER9

Hera wanted to scream.

She wanted to dance.

But most of all, she wanted to fuck.

She and Augustine had just worked through their first argument, admitted to falling for each other, and then he had left.

She looked sexy, dammit!

Maybe I will scream—in frustration!

The material of the gauzy dress slid over her skin, taunting her, as she strutted back to her room. She stood in front of the long mirror—an ostentatious gilt monstrosity that had been a gift from Demi so long ago that she’d forgotten when—in the corner of her room and examined her reflection.

Her nipples were a couple shades darker than her skin tone, and peaked, begging to be played with. She could almost feel the phantom hands of her lover against her sides, brushing the fullness of her breasts as he caressed her skin. The skin at her hips burned where Augustine had touched with no barrier.

Hera whimpered, biting her lip, as she remembered the feeling of his thickness pressing against her intimately.

I can’t go to sleep like this!

She flung open her drawers, looking for the aids she used when she wasn’t interested in dealing with a man. Finally, she found what she was looking for; a suction cup dildo that she could ride hard and feel it for days afterward.

She stuck it to the floor and grabbed a finger vibrator and lube. It would take her a while to work up to being able to take the obscene cock. She ground against it, satisfied that it felt almost as thick as what she had felt growing against her when she’d been kissing Augustine tonight.

Hera’s skirts pooled around her as she straddled the floor, and she reached behind her neck to release the clasp that held up the straps of her dress. The top fell to her waist, baring her breasts to the warm air of the apartment and her restless fingers. She caressed herself, feeling the weight of the globes in her palms before plucking and twisting at the nipples until they were hard and pink.

She tested her ability to take the dildo with her fingers, adding lube as a precaution.

Not long now.

With the vibrator, she traced her lower lips, sending her nerves into overdrive. Finding the nub of her clit, she rubbed around it, avoiding direct contact until she was gasping and begging. Finally, she touched the swollen bud with the tip of the vibrator and was off like a shot, clenching down on nothing, body shaking apart as her wings tore through into reality.

She sagged forward, hardly sated, and adjusted her hips to align with the thick cock. It took several thrusts before she fit it inside herself snugly, sinking down to the base.

“Ohfuck,yes,” Hera gasped into the silent apartment. She put a hand over her lower belly, feeling the head of the cock pressing back against the slight pressure of her fingers. “Yes,” she murmured again. Putting both hands on the floor in front of her, she raised her hips and slammed them back down again. “Fuckme, yes!” she cried, her wings helping drive her downward. She repeated her actions again and again until all her nerves were singing and all it took to push her over the edge was a judicious stroke on her clit with a sharp fingernail.

She came back to herself slowly, pushing up from the crumpled ball on the floor that she had collapsed into after her heightened state of arousal had washed away. The ever-hard phallus shifted within her as she moved and she gasped, oversensitive now that she had come. Lifting herself off of it was difficult, as her muscles had turned to jelly, but she managed it before collapsing on the floor once more.

“Well, that’s just embarrassing,” she muttered to herself, examining the sticky mess she’d made. A whoosh of power, and it was all cleared away, the ache between her legs the only lasting proof of what had happened.

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“Isn’t thereanything I can do to help?” Hera asked Demi as her sister rushed from the oven to the decorating table.

“Can you mix the green icing?” Demi asked, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she bent over the cupcakes. “I’m going to need it next.”

Hera picked up the bowl of white icing with a spoon sticking up inside it and added green food coloring. “These cupcakes are going to be based on the caterpillar fromThe Very Hungry Caterpillar, but why do you needthismuch green icing?”

“Green Eggs and Ham,” Demi said absentmindedly as she outlined an eye on the head of the caterpillar. “That’s what the cookies are for. I have the white icing already laid out, I just need the green yolk.”

“Oh.” Hera glanced at the cookies in question. “I thought those were moons.”

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