Page 17 of Fallen Stars

Ariete paused, following her gaze to Eli. He smirked, waiting for Eli’s answer to the couple’s unspoken question.

And so, with a smirk of his own, Eli began to quietly pour his charm out into the room, letting its quicksilver quietly snake around the two, invading their realities before he stood.

The priestess removed Ariete’s shirt, his tattoos stark against his muscled torso—hard, carved as though from marble. Eli’s gaze caught on the silver hoop through each of his nipples. He’d always thought it complete overkill…and stupid too. God of war with piercings like that? Just another weakness in battle.

Eli walked behind the woman as she began to lick over Ariete’s chest. He ran a hand through her hair, feeling the silk of it as he wrapped it in his hand once, twice, pulling her up against his stomach. She moaned as Ariete leaned forward, running his tongue up her neck. Eli took the dagger and ripped her bodice in two.

It fell apart, leaving the woman naked, her tanned skin silky and on full display.

She was panting hard now, likely the charm coating the room between two Stars and the prospect of how the night was about to unfold leaving her nervous with excitement. Eli could see it, her thoughts escaping her before he had even fully pushed into her mind.

He took a thumb and brushed it down the nape of her neck as the priestess’s eyes fluttered shut.

Eli heard the sound of Ariete’s belt unbuckling, his trousers freed as he pushed the priestess off him and rose, padding behind the divan.

“Sit back down,” Ariete ordered the woman. She did, this time facing Eli, her eyes never leaving his as Ariete towered behind her.

“Now open your legs,” Eli murmured. The priestess raised her chin, a look of pure anticipation and pleasure in her gaze as she spread herself wide.

Ariete grinned, leaning over the chaise, his knuckle tracing down her chest and pinching a peaked nipple.

Eli knelt before her, pushing her legs wider as he brought his mouth close to her sex.

“Do you like the thought of being fucked by two gods?” Ariete whispered into her ear, swirling his tongue around it. His hand crept lower, past the valley between her breasts to her navel, tracing patterns around it. She moaned, writhing.

“It’s all I want,” she panted.

Eli chuckled. “You been wishing on Stars?” he asked roughly, his breath fanning over her centre as Ariete’s thumb finally reached her sensitive bud and brushed against it.

She cursed, arching her back and opening herself even wider for Eli. Ariete’s hand retreated, trailing back up to her breasts, and with a flashing smile, Eli pressed his tongue to the priestess’s entrance.

“You been wishing to be fucked by my tongue?” he asked before swiping it around her already glistening flesh.

“I’ve heard about you, my lord,” the priestess panted. “Silvertongue. I’ve been praying that I’d get to see if the rumours are true.”

“Have you now?” He grazed his teeth over her most sensitive spot, and she arched her back, earning a deep groan from Ariete, who had begun to kiss her neck.

“I could make you moan without a touch,” Eli murmured, pulling away to run his nose up the inside of her thigh. “But tonight, I think I’ll use my mouth to do that.” He grinned, flicking his tongue back over her in a figure of eight that made her gasp. “Let’s see if I live up to my name.”

Ariete’s hand skimmed back down her, teasing her, the king practically draped over the woman as Eli pushed his tongue into her, and out, and in again.

The priestess only moaned, as Eli knew she would, too taken, in too much ecstasy to reply.

She writhed under his touch, working her hips as Ariete continued to caress her. Eli flicked his eyes up, enough to see Ariete’s sharpened canines glinting as his mouth coasted the pale and smooth side of her neck.

“Do it,” the priestess whimpered. “Please.”

Ariete smiled savagely before biting into her neck. The priestess was soaked, her arousal coating Eli’s chin as he ripped his mouth off her and pushed his own trousers down. Ariete began to drink from the priestess, and Eli could see his arm moving behind the divan, fisting his cock in rhythm to the drags he was taking at her neck.

After two more passes of his tongue, the priestess putty in Eli’s hands, he pushed himself onto the chaise, settling her back lengthways as her eyes fluttered shut, taken with the pleasure and pain that Ariete had been giving her. Ariete unlatched his mouth from her neck, walked around, and eased himself in behind the priestess. He brought one hand around her chest, snaking it up her throat until he grasped her by it, sitting her further up so her back was flush to him.

And as Ariete set his mouth on her neck again and continued to drink and lap up the priestess’s blood, Eli pushed himself into her.

The priestess moaned again, head thrown back in ecstasy as Eli seated himself fully inside her before slowly pulling himself out completely again.

“Look at how wet she is,” Eli murmured. Ariete’s eyes, which had been closed in ecstasy, flicked open, looking down to the priestess’s spread legs.

Eli held his cock in one hand, spitting onto her cunt before he pushed himself back in.

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