Page 100 of Crimson Skies

Morgan groaned at the silken heat of Cassius’s inflamed flesh. It filled his cheeks and coated his tongue with the sweet taste of his essence. Veins pulsed under the velvety skin, Cassius’s heartbeat throbbing in tandem with their soul bond. Morgan dragged his lips hungrily from the demigod’s root to his tip, circled his leaking slit with the tip of his tongue, and sucked him back inside.

Cassius cried out, one hand finding Morgan’s hair while the other clung desperately to the stone floor. His sensual gasps and groans rang beautifully in Morgan’s ears as he blew him just the way he liked it. Cassius started moving, head falling back and hips tilting to and fro in a lazy dance that drove his trembling erection through Morgan’s lips.

Morgan grunted, the sweet friction driving him crazy.

It didn’t take long for Cassius to explode. His shout of pleasure echoed across the chamber as he filled Morgan’s throat with his hot seed, his cock throbbing and twitching within the velvety confines of Morgan’s mouth. Morgan swallowed it all greedily.

He let go of Cassius’s spent cock and met his sultry gaze. “Was that good?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Cassius panted.

Morgan grinned. He pulled Cassius down into the pool, turned him round, and reached for one of the vials.

Cassius grasped the edge of the spring and looked over his shoulder as Morgan uncorked the bottle. Morgan smeared his hand with the thick, scented liquid, crowded Cassius’s back, and slipped his fingers in his crack.

Cassius dropped his head forward on a moan while Morgan found his hole and stroked his softened folds. He shuddered when Morgan pressed a slicked-up finger inside. He stiffened a second later.

“Oh!”

Morgan stilled. “What is it?”

“It’s hot,” Cassius confessed, ears a vivid red. “And it kind of tingles.”

Morgan groaned and pressed his face against Cassius’s nape. “Don’t scare me like that.”

He pulled his finger out and pushed back in.

Cassius hummed and squeezed his passage. Morgan clenched his jaw and carefully prepped him before guiding his feverish cock to his opening.

Cassius arched his back deliciously when he entered him. “Ah!”

Morgan hissed as he stretched Cassius deliciously open, the feel of his silken passage so thrilling he almost embarrassed himself by coming there and then. He ground his teeth and punched his hips forward until he bottomed out.

Fire gripped his cock, the nectar of the Fenoa flowers working their magic upon his flesh. He groaned when Cassius tightened hungrily around him.

“Move,” Cassius begged shakily. “Please. I can’t bear this—!”

Morgan clasped Cassius’s hips, drew back, and thrust inside.

“Yes!” Cassius moaned as Morgan set a fast, punishing rhythm from the get-go. “Sogood!Fuck me, Morgan!”

Morgan sank his teeth in Cassius’s shoulder and pounded his hole savagely, harsh grunts leaving his throat while the blaze that burned between their cores filled his veins and scorched his senses. Water sloshed around them as they mated with wild abandon, Cassius meeting his thrusts just as passionately.

They climbed the dizzying heights of their first climax together and peaked on guttural shouts that tore across the sanctuary. Morgan pumped his seed deep inside Cassius as they jerked and shuddered through their violent convulsions. Cassius’s hole gripped and clenched his cock rhythmically, milking him for all he was worth.

They collapsed against the side of the pool, their chests heaving with their breaths, blood roaring in Morgan’s ears. Cassius moaned.

Morgan’s cock was thickening again inside him. Morgan kissed his back and snaked a hand around his waist to rub his stirring erection. Soon, they were moving again, their groans and moans filling the sacred space around them.

Morgan made love to Cassius two more times in the pool before finally dragging him out of the water. They exchanged hungry kisses as they dried each other, neither of them wanting to let go for a single moment, their flesh hot from the aphrodisiacs they had used and their blood hotter still from the fruit of Esnant.

They fell onto the bed with breathy laughter, crushing the fragrant petals. Cassius maneuvered Morgan up the mattress until his head lay on a pillow, straddled his groin, and took hold of his cock. Morgan watched breathlessly as Cassius spread his thighs wide, offering him a blistering view while he impaled himself upon his rock-hard shaft, his passage slick with Morgan’s seed and the nectar of the Fenoa flowers.

Morgan’s hands found Cassius’s hips and thighs as the demigod started riding him, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust. Cassius’s lips parted on harsh pants and gasps as he claimed his pleasure, his cock bobbing against his stomach and his folds dragging sensuously on Morgan’s flesh.

Morgan shivered at the titillating sight. He stroked Cassius’s erection and played with his nipples. A tortured moan tumbled from Cassius’s mouth. He squeezed Morgan’s cock even tighter, drawing a guttural sound from them both.

Fire stormed them when they crested the peak of their fourth orgasm.

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