Page 13 of Lust
She began slowly, though. Even when the lust within her told her to pound away at it, Mercy controlled the sin. She set it aside in favor of pleasing the woman she entertained. Slipping her fingers inside of Lust was paramount. Mercy was amazed at how soft the woman felt, her walls constructed of silk and her nectar as delicious as the ambrosia of Olympus.
That simple silence didn’t last long. Lust looked right into Mercy’s eyes, wide, wild, and whirling in that striking amber. She arched her back, pushing her breasts right in Mercy’s face and dropping that bottom lip to ask for itharder.
Seemed only natural to give favor to such a sweet goddess.
“Ooh, yes.” Guttural, as Mercy thrust her fingers deeper, spreading those sweet, holy folds and spreading limitless legs across the bed. “Deeper, Mercy. Tame the sin.” Mercy’s little hand was more than an honor to an ancient, forgotten goddess. It was a sacrifice, disappearing into the unknown that promised to bequeath her with a lifetime of sinful understanding. Not that Lust had a problem with that. She accepted Mercy’s sacrifice and blessed her with more. More heat. More cries of passion. An ever-expanding void of love and sex. She invited Mercy to plunder her temple and discover the source of one of humanity’s most primal sins.
One second Mercy was raiding the world. The next? Lust turned the room cherry-red with her scream of ecstasy.
Fingers tore into Mercy’s scalp. “Mercy.” The cry of the void they now inhabited permeated Mercy’s body.“Please!”
Never before had Mercy felt like such a sex god.I can make a deity come like a storm.Eyes rolled back into Lust’s head. Her throat pulsed with pleasure.
She wasn’t done yet.
The lust was still uncontrollable. Mercy couldn’t stop. It overpowered her, and Lust could not stop – she was a sinner, and she needed taming. The bottle was uncorked. The box was opened. Mercy must discover how to control the sin reclaiming her, for both of their sakes.
She pushed Lust to the bed and joined their hips together.
Every ounce of red, from the color dripping down the walls to the shroud of deceit hiding Lust’s true, incorporeal form, parted as the goddess granted Mercy all the access she required. Both women entwined, limbs curling, hips grinding. Mercy found the spirit’s folds with her own and thrust against her.
It didn’t take long for the headboard to slam against the wall. Every thump drowned out the groans flying from Lust’s throat, which Mercy continued to indulge with lowered lips that sucked every inch of skin there. Lust’s wanton heart beat beneath Mercy’s mouth. That was the heart pumping the sin of carnality.
Mercy had already absorbed it. Now she must use it to her advantage.
That same divine power must have been what made the sensations so outstanding. Mercy barely had to brush her clit against Lust’s thigh, and there it was, the rush of pleasure shooting from groin to brain. The harder Mercy pushed, the more intense it was. Mercy thought she would die. Unwillingly, no less. No, it was something else to be controlled. She had to take this woman’s gift andtamethe sin.
So Mercy thrust against her heavenly caller, taking in that beautiful face gazing adoringly at her, watching those breasts bounce with every thrust, and listening to those happy gasps of satisfaction. Mercy could feel it now – the true orgasm that would put that in its place.
She welcomed it with a single cry.
“Mercy…” Somewhere, far, far away, came Acedia’s voice as Mercy reached climax with the red demoness Lust.
The power exploded from her, from every pore, every orifice, and every breath escaping her lips. Mercy imagined her hand clasping Lust’s heart and squeezing it, containing the sin that brought them to this moment. That kept Mercy from enjoying her life.
Back in her mortal shell, Mercy collapsed onto the bed.
The back of her eyelids were red. Red like the blood pumping in her veins, alive again… real like her skin, flushed with lust. Deep inside her, she felt that goddess’s gift coiling around her loins, ready to strike again at a moment’s notice.
Yet, for now, it was tamed, and Lust sighed in relief.
Even in this moment, when Mercy’s muscles were tired and her sensitive areas over-stimulated, she could still appreciate the excessive beauty before her. Lust lay languid across the bed, bodice torn to bare her breasts and her skirt upturned to expose her wet folds. Lust propped herself up on her elbow and licked her fingers. If Mercy were an artist, she would surely make this being her muse.
“It’s been a long time since I did my duty.” Lust sighed, breasts heaving from the force.Heaving breasts.Mercy could hardly believe it. Not only was she thinking aboutheaving breasts,but she now enjoyed it. Finally. Again. “I had forgotten how good it feels for me as well.”
Mercy perked up. “You enjoyed it?” She needed to hear the words from those red lips.
“Of course I did. You’re a formidable lover. Any woman would be ecstatic to have a partner like you.” Lust winked, the frosted ruby of her eyelids twinkling beneath the bedroom light.
“You say it’s been a long time…” Mercy sat cross-legged, aware of her aching thigh muscles and how wet she was as well. Yet the lust remained controlled inside of her, and she was of her mind once more. “Whatareyou, exactly? I mean, beyond what you’ve already told me.”
“What else is there to tell?” In ages past we healed women with our bodies. Our mistress Acedia was the one who found them for us.” Lust glanced away. “You are the first in many, many years. Perhaps over a hundred.”
“What does that mean?”
Lust shrugged. “All I know is that I’ve been dormant for much too long.” She smiled again. “Andyou’vebeen dormant, as well. How long has it been since you took fine pleasure in a woman’s body?”
Mercy blushed. “Too long.”
