Naughty Bits 2 (19 page)

He swiped his firm tongue over her anus again, then swirled the tip, teasing the tight hole. Her body shuddered at the feel, muscles pushing, opening on reflex. He'd moved a hand to her clit without her notice, so when the round of his knuckle stroked over the sensitive nub she flinched, then arched her back, pressing into his touch.

Uphir tasted her again, his knuckle working her clit while his tongue pushed and teased against her ass. Liquid heat gushed through her sex, and her muscles flexed, eager to be filled. The wet press of his tongue pushed through the puckered outer rim of her ass, and Medusa's breath caught.

Sensation swelled within her, like the constant pluck of a cello string, building and humming through her clit, vibrating within the muscles of her sex, pulsing down the channel of her ass. Uphir stroked in and out of her anus, going deeper as her body opened, his tongue never too large, never too hard, filling her perfectly.

Her legs spread wide, opening her to him, her hands tight on the castle wall, Medusa's body caught the rhythm, rocking faster, driving Uphir's wicked tongue into the forbidden depths of her body. Her pussy gushed hot and wet, muscles clenching air, mimicking the tight grip of her ass.

He tugged her clit between his knuckles, sending jolts of pleasure sizzling through her body again and again. Her chest tightened, skin humming from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. The tiny spasms mixed and mingled with the filling thrusts in her ass, and the maddening emptiness pulsing through her pussy.

As though he were pulling the trigger of a gun, Uphir stroked the back edge of his claw against the gaping, needy entry of her sex and Medusa's body exploded in a tidal wave of liquid heat. Her release pulsed threefold through her sex, her clit and her ass, each response slightly different, each one enhancing and propelling the others.

Her orgasm washed over her, roaring through every fiber of her body, exploding through muscle and meat, tweaking sensitive nerves. Pleasure hummed along her skin until every part of her gave way to it, and her knees buckled beneath her.

Uphir moved fast, catching her, hugging her to his hard chest. They crumpled to the floor, Medusa resting on his lap, leaning her head against the stone wall, her breaths ragged, shallow.

A smile bloomed from the very depths of her soul. “That was…dear goddess, what was that?”

He kissed the back of her shoulder. “Your future…if you wish it.”

Medusa managed to raise her head to glance over her shoulder. She scoffed at the earnest look on his face. “Years of living as stone have affected your brain, demon. Or perhaps your brain has always been thick as stone.”

His brow knitted along his ashen forehead, and then before her eyes that forehead flushed with color. His head sprouted rich golden hair. His eyes rounded, turned a pale sky-blue, and the claws hugging around her shrunk to thick fingers, meaty hands. Within seconds it wasn't a monster that held her, but a man, big and breathtaking.

“You are a goddess who cannot love or be loved without turning your lover to stone,” he said. “And I am a creature that cannot live but for the touch of you. We were meant for each other, Medusa. End my imprisonment, end your years of bitter loneliness.”

“And if you turn to stone again?”

“I'm filled to overflowing with your sweet nectar, little goddess. If the cream of your pleasure is indeed my magic elixir, I'll not be turning to stone anytime soon.”

The thought streaked through her mind and stabbed her heart. She'd never even considered the possibility of a companion. Not once since the day she'd become what she was.

Why? Why now, why him? She'd felt something strange the
moment she'd seen him from the dark Paris streets below. Something that had called to her, propelled her up those long, twisting stairs, over the high edge of the castle wall and down to his cock. Something that had made her want to feel him inside her, to touch him, kiss him.

Was it simply that she'd never gazed into a man's eyes before and had him gaze back? Or was Uphir able to gaze back because no other man was meant to?

A strange heat pressed through her chest, squeezed around her heart. It warmed her, filled her up so she could scarcely breathe. Was this…love?

Ice raced up her spine.

No. Panic.

“
YOU ASSUME TOO MUCH, DEMON. I'M NEITHER
lonely nor desirous of love. And stone is how I like my lovers best,” Medusa said, her expression suddenly as hard and cold as Uphir had been before she came to him. He didn't believe it for a second.

He hiked a brow, tried to temper his smile. “And when was the last time one of your stone lovers licked you from clit to ass and sent you crashing over the brink into bliss?”

“Approximately the same time one of them bored me with male boasting and insipid talk of love and loneliness. I'm not convinced the pleasure of one is worth the torture of the other.” She stood, shedding his embrace, and strode the short distance to where her white dress lay in a crumpled heap.

She bent, giving him a heart-clenching view of her ass, then straightened as she readied the garment to slip over her head. “What is it about the male ego that requires every little accomplishment be applauded?”

“Little?” He nearly choked. Uphir swallowed his pride and crossed the distance to her.

“Give a woman a simple orgasm and you'd think he snatched a star from the heavens.” She raised her arms, letting the dress slip down her arms and over her head. “Honestly, I've
had toys that accomplished as much, and their greatest request was that I flip a switch and spare the battery.”

Uphir snagged the silky fabric just as it fell to her breasts, and whipped it back off her before she had the chance to lower her arms. “Careful, little goddess, or I'll begin to think you don't like men at all.”

Medusa seemed to tamp back her surprise, masking the shock that flashed through her eyes by narrowing them to slits. She knotted her arms under her breasts. “No bruised egos or cries for accolades? No concern for a man's selfish needs or what little care he'll give to me in order to satisfy those needs? Synthetic or stone, with Zeus as my witness, I'd choose either to spare the pain and bother that comes with a flesh-and-blood man.”

“And a woman is any less of a bother? Any less selfish or careless?” Uphir snorted.

“Of course women can be troublesome,” she said. “But I'd wager the last woman you bedded before me didn't blather on about her carnal skills or propose a lifetime together after one hearty release.”

“You'd be surprised.”

“I'm certain you never once feared for your life in the face of a woman's desire. Or had your virtue ripped away because to gaze upon you filled your lover with such beastly passion she couldn't temper her lust.”

His thoughts flashed to the goddess Athena. “I must admit, my virtue was offered up willingly aeons ago, and I've never feared for my death. But my life…? A woman's
beastly
lust kept me frozen in stone for centuries. Trust me. I'm alive, but I haven't been living. I have your mother to thank for that.”

She stiffened at his comment. “Athena is not my mother, but she did gift me the life I have now. She made it so no man can be lost to his passion at the sight of me again. She made it so no man can survive my gaze.”

“Save for me,” he reminded her.

Medusa exhaled in a sniff through her nose and looked away. “Yes. Save for you, it seems. And you're all the more treacherous to me for the talent.”

“Treacherous?” Uphir laughed out loud. He couldn't help it. “This coming from a woman with not only the power for stone-cold vengeance, but a taste for it? Much like your malicious benefactress, I might add.”

Medusa's ghost-white eyes snapped to his, her auburn hair suddenly slithering and hissing about her head. “No more malicious than the men who seek to dominate her.”

He scoffed. “Rot. No one dominates a goddess. No one dominates you.”

“Indeed. Not for centuries.” Medusa closed the small distance between them, her nipples brushing his chest, snakes snapping and hissing at his face, making his body war with itself for the proper response.

“But once, long ago, a young girl entered the house of Athena in worship, in reverence,” Medusa said, “and was brutally attacked,
dominated
by a man, a god.”

“Poseidon,” Uphir said.

“Yes.” The word hissed from her lips like the snakes slithering on her head. “That girl will never be dominated by another. Never.”

Uphir had remembered, the moment Medusa spoke her name, the sad tale of her creation—beauty igniting lust, lust driven to rape, sparking centuries of unspeakable vengeance.

His chest squeezed as he now realized her story was true. “And how long will you permit him to rule you?”

Medusa flinched as though he'd slapped her. “No one rules me. I'm a goddess. I am endless.”

“Yes. And aeons ago you were a helpless girl on the floor of Athena's temple, violated, alone, consumed with anger and pain. From that day to this, what has truly changed?”

“I…I am not the girl I was.” She blinked and when her eyes opened again they were the color of new spring leaves—green and bright. Her hair coiled in soft wine-colored ringlets over her shoulders and down her back, and her voice lost its unearthly wrath. “I am powerful. Untouchable.”

“You're still filled with anger and vengeance, lashing out at the man who wronged you by striking down all things male,” he said. “But even a goddess can't end a god, and in the absence of that you cannot, and have not, moved on. He dominates you still, Medusa.”

She shook her head, staggered back a step. “No.”

“Yes. In all these years what have you done that hasn't been because of him, because of what he did to you? What have you done for yourself, for your pleasure rather than to spite your pain?”

She shuffled back another step, confusion glazing her all-too-human eyes. “I am a goddess.”

“Through your pain and fear and rage, he's kept you the same scared young girl you were all those years ago. Forever alone. Forever unable to love or be loved.” Uphir reached for her, pulled her to him. “You have the power to thwart him once and for all, Medusa…by letting go. By feeding your pleasure, instead of your pain.”

Her eyes focused, connected with his, and then a familiar determination wrinkled her brow. “My pleasure? To feed my pleasure I would feed on you.”

Uphir's heart pinched, his body again at war with itself, unsure of her meaning. His cock twitched as a chill raced down his spine. But when those determined green eyes dropped to his sex, he understood her intent.

“I've never tasted a man.” She licked her lips, her hand reaching for him. “So soft. Like velvet.”

A wash of tingles raced over his body and up his cock, following the tentative stroke of her fingers. His whole body
shuddered, the gentle touch a torturous tease. He was hard as steel in an instant, filling her small hand so she could scarcely touch finger to thumb around him.

She slid her grip along his shaft, from head to root and back again, stopping beneath the thick mantel of its tip. She brushed her thumb over the tiny cleft opening, spreading a bead of come he hadn't realized had escaped. His breath caught at the wicked sensation, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him, snapping muscles tight.

His thighs trembled, need swelling fast and hot through his gut, tugging through his balls. As a man, Uphir wasn't as large as he was in demon form, but he was still more than most mortal women could endure. Despite her long life, Medusa was inexperienced, and suckling a man his size called not just for experience, but for practice.

“I'm afraid I'm not sized for learning, little goddess,” he said. “And having you try and fail might prove more maddening than having you not try at all.”

Her gaze met his and she hiked a brow, her expression mischievous and sexy. “I'm willing to take the risk.”

Hell's bells, so was he.

One hand gripping tight around his cock and the other slipping down to cup his balls, Medusa lowered to her knees before him, her bright green eyes still locked with his. “My mouth waters for want of this, though I must admit, it irks me that this may please you as much as me. Old habits. But you're right. In denying you to spite Poseidon, I deny myself. I won't give him that power over me any longer.”

“I shall endeavor to temper my enjoyment, if it helps.”

“That's a good demon,” she said, her breath warm over the head of his cock. Electric tingles rippled down his back, tightened muscles through his chest and gut and legs. His breath caught when her moist red lips parted over him, and his knees trembled as she drew him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Sultry heat surrounded him, and he realized suddenly that with all her inexperience, his last experience had been so long ago as to make the simple feel of her enough to shred his tenuous control. His hips rocked forward, pushing his sex deeper, the tip nudging the back of her throat. Medusa withstood the press, holding him for a brief instant before drawing her lips up his shaft.

Sweet suction tugged along the sensitive skin, her fingers rolling and squeezing his balls. Uphir dropped his hands to her wealth of auburn hair, gripped her head and rocked his hips back until the mantel of his cock slipped through her lips. And then he pushed into her again.

Medusa fell into the method and rhythm by the third thrust, her free hand slipping around to latch onto his ass, taking control, setting the pace, the depth. His cock filled her mouth, drove down her throat, and still his little goddess milked him for more.

Sensation roared through his body, heat sizzling through his veins, racing toward his cock. The mix swelled within him, tightening through his balls, pulling his muscles, pushing him closer, harder, toward the edge of release. Uphir closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, fighting to make it last.

Each second he succeeded only heightened the wicked pleasure, made it harder to resist. A mind-numbing circle of denial, rewarded by pleasure, built upon itself inside him until he could barely breathe, could scarcely think.

And then his cock slipped from her mouth, a cool night breeze scattering his thoughts. He opened his eyes, but his brain couldn't reason as he watched her lean into him again, lower. His breath exploded from his lungs when the moist heat of her mouth engulfed his balls.

White-hot pleasure slammed through his body, knee-buckling jolts surging up his cock, pounding mercilessly at his control. His chest squeezed so tight his breaths came in short, shallow gasps, and still Medusa toyed with his body.

He fisted his cock, stroking himself hard, fast, the way he wanted to fuck her mouth. His muscles flinched and twitched each time she rolled her tongue, tugged him harder. It was too much. He was too sensitive, too close to the edge. He couldn't take it, wouldn't last. He could hardly stand.

Uphir rocked back, pulling his tight sack from her mouth. “Enough. I've not waited centuries just to cream my own hand.”

He tried to pull her to her feet, but Medusa resisted, her eyes meeting his, lids low, sexy, gazing up the length of him. His stiff penis nudged her cheek, her lips wet, glistening.

“I'll say when it's enough, demon. You'll hold your seed until I draw it from you. How and when is for me to decide.”

Hot blood rushed his cock at her commanding tone. Precious few women could keep their wits about them while indulging in carnal pleasures with him. He was made to drive a woman insane with lust. But Medusa's focused desire was a wholly unexpected delight and so strangely satisfying. He hiked a brow, felt the tremor of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, my goddess. As you wish.”

Medusa's simmering green eyes stayed locked with his, watching as his mind fogged. She licked the very tip of his sex, sending a warm shudder straight through his groin. She opened wide, devouring him, taking his cock all the way to the hilt.

Uphir rocked his hips forward, his hands fisting her hair, and together they drew apart, her cheeks hollowing with her hard suction.

Like the stirred embers of a low-glowing fire, Uphir's lust flamed to life. All at once he fought the strong pull of release again, teetering on that titillating precipice, fighting not to tumble too soon. His skin hummed, sensation vibrating over every inch of his body. His heart thundered in his ears, his muscles trembling with restraint.

He thrust his cock deep, just as her nails dug into his ass,
tugging him to her. The exquisite suction of her mouth never faltered, drawing his release closer and closer to the surface, like the swirling pull of water through a drain.

There was no way to deny the tow toward orgasm, only delay it. Pressure built, the sensation fogging his head, swirling through his groin, coiling his muscles, pulsating along his cock. Until he couldn't delay a moment longer.

“Goddess…” He meant to warn her, but the thought occurred too slowly, and his release exploded from his body too swiftly for words.

She drank him in, his seed filling her mouth, spilling down her throat. Medusa luxuriated in him as though he'd been filled with sweet wine, suckling his softening sex, eager for more.

“Is my goddess pleased?” he asked when she let his sex slip from her lips.

Her gaze flicked to his, her bottom lip plump, almost pouting. “No,” she said, radiating confidence. “I've been so consumed with making men pay I had no idea how glorious it could be to collect.” She straightened, rubbing her soft, feminine body up the length of his.

Uphir's heart shuddered then pounded faster. Blood rushed hot through his veins, filled his sex. Medusa was in complete control, and Uphir struggled to wrap his brain around the thrill of it. Not even the goddess Athena had been able to rule him sexually. Why was he so excited to find that Medusa could?

“My body calls to you, demon. Tend to me.” She slipped a hand between them, gave a firm squeeze to his cock.

Suddenly he didn't care why she could rule him, but only that she never stopped. “As you wish, little goddess.”