Page 12 of Pleasing Him

“No, not likeHarry Potter. Not likeTwilight, Vlad the Impaler, norFrankenstein.”

“But Vlad the Impaler is based on reality,” my stepfather interjects with that same smile, a dimple showing in his cheek. “He’s Vlad Tepes, a former prince of Wallachia, which is in Romania, from what I understand.”

“I know because a lot of legends are rooted in history,” I say in a slow tone. “But this is different.”

“How so?” my stepfather asks in an encouraging tone.

I take a deep breath before meeting his gaze straight-on.

“When I lived in New York, I joined a spin class and met a woman who’s a goddess.”

Lionel nods, a bit of skepticism lingering on his handsome face.

“Okay. You mean, she’s really beautiful, right? Like how people refer to Angelina Jolie as a goddess.”

“No,” I shake my head. “I mean, arealgoddess. My friend Angela succeeded her father, Helios, to the sun chariot. She now drives it across the sky each day, and she’s taken on the moniker “Helia.” She’s literally the goddess of the sun.”

Lionel cocks his head at me, his blue eyes squinting a bit.

“Lily, have you gone crazy?”

I stare right back at him.

“How can you say that to me when you’re the man with double dicks? Besides, weren’t we just talking about believing in the magical?”

Lionel holds both hands up, palms out, in a gesture of conciliation.

“You’re right. But you’re telling me that while in New York, you met a goddess who’s responsible for the sun’s path across the sky.”

“Yes,” I reply without missing a beat. “But when I met Angela, she was just a regular girl. Plain old Angela. Of course, there was nothing “plain” about my buddy because she’s beautiful with long, golden hair and bright blue eyes. But yeah, Angie got into a bad fight with her dad, Helios, and ended up deposing him. It’s insane. But I guess it’s for the better because Helios wanted to breed her.”

Lionel pauses while raising one black brow.

“Like how I just bred you?” he asks, his tone a bit sardonic.

“No, because Angela and Helios are biologically related, so that would be gross. But it’s even worse. Helios wanted Angela to breed soldiers for some war he’s fighting, so he sent her off to his Army to fuck the entire barracks. He wanted her to get pregnant with multiple babies, and these babies would grow up to become soldiers in his Army.”

Lionel squints, his bronzed features disbelieving.

“Okay, thisispretty fucked-up. Wild and fucked-up,” he says.

“It is,” I acknowledge, meeting his gaze full-on. “But that’s why I’m not freaked out about your anatomy, nor about the secret island you keep mentioning. It’s because I’ve seen total craziness, and it really exists. It’s not a figment of my imagination, and it would be foolish to deny it. Magic is real, and I’m a believer.”

Lionel nods, his gaze thoughtful.

“I suppose the island is magical in its own way,” he muses. “Certainly, the spice is incredible. But that’s the way modern pharmacology works. These new drugs they have are mind-bending, mood-altering, and psychoactive. It’s possible to have out of body experiences, and to feel no pain. You can become a super-hero, and in fact, they provide illicit substances to soldiers on the battlefield sometimes. The stimulants help them, even if they’re addictive.”

I nod.

“I know,” I say in a quiet voice. “But combat is a high-stress environment, and I want our soldiers to survive. There are a lot of medical ethics here which are complicated, not to mention heart-rending. But we support our troops.”

“We do,” Lionel confirms in a low voice. “Absolutely. One hundred percent.”

I nod, and take another deep breath before looking my stepfather in the eye.

“I think we’ve gotten a bit off-track with the conversation, but what I mean to say is that your anatomy doesn’t scare me, Lionel. If anything, I love the fact that you have two cocks, and they feel so good when they’re in my body. I love being taken by you, wholly and completely, and I want more.”

A flame lights in my stepfather’s eyes as he trails one large finger down my arm. Shivers rocket down my spine as my insides go hot and needy. My nipples harden as my thighs go damp, and Lionel can read my arousal.

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