Page 16 of Dominion
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eloy leaned his head back as he sat in his throne enjoying the oral pleasures of one of his six male slaves. The way the slave’s mouth enveloped his cock sent tingles down his spine and he groaned in ecstasy. The slave’s fingers coaxed more sensation from his cock, making his nearing climax all the more intense.
“Hurry up and cum so that we can hold a normal conversation,” Simeon fussed as he sat in the opposite throne, legs crossed and arms resting on the armrest.
“Don’t rush me…ahhhh,” Eloy retorted.
Simeon sighed deeply, clearly displaying his annoyance. “You invited me over.”
“You invited yourself,” Eloy corrected.
“You made it seem as though you wanted the company when I called,” Simeon countered.
“I do.” Annoyed, Eloy opened his eyes and looked at his fellow god. “Why don’t you enjoy the pleasures of one of my slaves, then? They have been expertly trained.” He gestured to one of the males standing by, wearing nothing but a sheer golden loincloth that concealed nothing as the male’s genitalia was still visible. But that was the way Eloy liked it.
Simeon casted a disinterested look towards the slave, then huffed. “I’m not horny, which unfortunately for me, you seem to be at all times.”
Eloy smirked. “Pity for you.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back once again, giving himself to the sexual skills of his slave.
Simeon rolled his eyes and rose from the throne, making his way towards the balcony. He stepped out onto it, enjoying the gentle, cool breeze that he was responsible for. He rarely denied the humans such a luxury as wind, but when he was out voted by his fellow gods, he agreed to deal out the punishment they wanted. If the humans failed to worship them properly, especially at the Games, then they took turns, alternating between punishments. On such occasions, he might take the breeze away, leaving the air stagnant and sweltering in some areas or blistering and freezing in others.
Still, it was nothing compared to what Kijani would do if he felt slighted by the race he deemed inferior. The god of earth was well known to create deadly earthquakes on massive scales, and in some places, make the soil so dry, nothing would grow. That, of course, was in conjunction with the goddess Odessa who would simply deny the humans water. That meant no rain, and she could hold that off indefinitely if she so chose to.
Much worse was making the lands flood, which was something Odessa had done in the past, which claimed many lives, crops, and damaged a great deal. The people did not deny that the gods were real, but they were feared more than loved. This much Simeon understood and loathed. Unfortunately, he seemed to be the only one among his fellow gods that missed the adoration, as the other three seemed to be satisfied with being the menace the humans bowed to in terror, rather than truly worshipped out of respect.
When he heard Eloy’s loud moans, he knew his fellow god had hit his climax and would be more engaged for a conversation. He waited a few minutes, letting Eloy tend to his needs, then he entered the living room again just as Eloy was dismissing all of his slaves.
“Finally,” Simeon commented as he took a seat in the throne chair again.
Eloy chuckled. “Really, my friend, I don’t understand your distaste.”
Simeon waved his hand dismissively. “Not distaste. I have enjoyed the pleasure this flesh yields over the many decades. However, you and Odessa’s rampant desires surpasses my own.”
Eloy shrugged, as it was quite true. It was as if he could not get enough sex and had to have it daily. His body’s endurance was heighted over any human’s, but he could still be drained of energy. It was then that he would feel sexually satisfied. He really didn’t understand why Kijani and Simeon didn’t have similar desires.
“So, have you spoken to Kijani recently?” Simeon asked.
“Argh, I’d rather not.”
Simeon chuckled. “He is still cross with you for interfering with the fight at the Games.”
“Three weeks have passed and he still holds an unnecessary grudge,” Eloy mumbled.
“His lust for you makes his grudge very necessary. You know he doesn’t like when your interest wanders from him,” Simeon pointed out.
“If only he had just cause.”
“You’ve bedded each other. That is just cause enough for Kijani.”
Eloy chuckled. “And it’smytemper that gets called into question.”
Simeon arched an eyebrow. “Ah, but your temper is as fiery as your power, Eloy. I must be honest, even I am curious as to why you halted the fight. Were not the other two prisoners worthy of your mercy?”
“No, they were not,” Eloy replied.
“Then, what makes this one human stand above the rest?”
“He fascinates me.”
