Page 18 of Dominion
“That smile of yours makes me more curious,” Simeon said, eyeing his friend suspiciously.
Eloy looked up at him. “Be curious, then.” He placed the envelope in the cushions of his throne. “This business is my own.” He gestured for the human servant to lower the platter containing the rest of his chicken and he broke off a leg, then took a generous bite.
“So be it,” Simeon said, not willing to press, although he could guess what the letter said by the smile on Eloy’s face. Probably an invitation to a new brothel, as Eloy seemed to enjoy those almost as much as he enjoyed the monthly Games.
The two gods soon parted as the hours became too late and both gods felt the exhaustion take their bodies. Being all powerful was one thing, but being inside a mortal casing meant that they were also subjected to human vulnerabilities. Eloy climbed into his huge bed and pondered what he would do with such an offering.
The human who he’d spared was also untouched. His body pure, and he was being offered the chance to pluck his flower, and rightfully so. As far as he was concerned, no human should be allowed to take one’s virginity, as such privilege was reserved for the divine. Unfortunately, many humans had already been deflowered prior to sharing his bed, as brothels or other humans took the advantage. It was a disappointment he’d grown accustomed to, which was why such an occasion as this was a rarity, and one he’d enjoy.
Had Eloy found out that the boy whose name he’d just learned from the letter was Mateo, had lost his virginity to one of them, he would have been most displeased. Most displeased. It never ceased to amaze him that most humans risked their wrath by not giving their virgins over to them and instead, took the pleasure for themselves. Of course, there was the fact that only he and Odessa desired the sexual company of humans, as Kijani didn’t touch humans and Simeon could give or take them. When they weren’t unified on an issue, then they could not bring it into law.
Another thing that came into play was the High Senate and Elite Security of Defense officials. They were the exception, as well as ludus and brothel owners. It was one perk given to those who served the gods well. But it also meant that Eloy and Odessa often didn’t get to have virgins.
Mateo would be a real treat. He had plans to have the boy brought to his home, where he would sate his desires with the virgin before sending him back to his dominus. Just the thought of sinking his cock deep into the tight, virginal hole of the beautiful male sent blood surging to Eloy’s cock, hardening it. He summoned one of his male servants to tend to his new erection.
The human entered the room, kneeling to Eloy. “My god, what do you want of me?”
“Pleasure my cock,” Eloy commanded, and the man nodded as he rose.
Eloy’s amber eyes watched as the human climbed into the bed and straddled his lap. The human was pretty with slender limbs and defined abs. He kept his blue-eyed gaze cast downward to avoid Eloy’s. The servant leaned over, taking up the sensual oil on the nightstand and pouring a nice amount over Eloy’s massive twelve-inch cock.
Eloy moaned as the human stroked his meat, slicking it up with the oil. “Enough teasing, boy.” Of course that boy’s name was Lane, but Eloy rarely referred to his human servants by their names.
“Yes, God Eloy,” the servant said. He’d been a servant in Eloy’s house since he was fourteen. Now twenty, he knew exactly what Eloy enjoyed and what he didn’t. He raised up high enough to mount Eloy’s huge member, then slid down slowly. He had to brace himself for the stretching that it took in order to fully bottom out on Eloy’s shaft.
“Ahhhh, yes,” Eloy purred as he succumbed to the pleasure of his servant’s ass. He’d been with women before as well, and though their bodies offered a different kind of pleasure for his cock, he preferred the sensation of male flesh pressed against his.
The servant rocked his hips back and forth as he bounced up and down, making sure to please the god whose cock he was riding. No one wanted to face Eloy’s wrath if he wasn’t satisfied. One servant who’d failed to pleasure the god found himself tossed to lions in the arena for the entertainment of the crowd. Eloy himself had cheered the man’s gruesome death, and that knowledge was burned into the minds of those who served him.
Eloy gripped the servant’s hips as he pumped up, meeting flesh with flesh until his balls drew up. The servant’s moans grew louder and his body tensed as they both neared their climaxes.
“Please… oh please, may I cum on you, God Eloy?” the servant begged.
Eloy looked at the boy’s rigid dick, red at the tip and dripping precum onto his stomach. He enjoyed it when the humans spent their loads over his body, but he still wanted them to ask for his permission.
“Cum for me,” he commanded. His grip on the servant’s hips tightened as his own orgasm rushed through his body.
The servant threw his head back, crying out in sheer ecstasy as his cock fired off several wads of thick, creamy seed all over Eloy’s abs and pecs. The sight sent Eloy over the edge and he filled the servant with his thick and plentiful load. His body tensed, muscles straining as he bit his bottom lip while enjoying the pleasure of his release. The god of life was on to something when he made sex feel this good.
Eloy jerked a few times until he shuddered as the last of his seed squirted from his slit into Lane’s ass. Finally sated, he slapped the servant’s ass, which meant he wanted the slave to get off him, and the male quickly obeyed.
“Shall I bathe you, God Eloy?” the servant asked as his gaze looked at the seed drying on Eloy’s torso.
Eloy looked down and chuckled. “Lick it off.”
The servant smiled and leaned down, licking his cum from the god’s golden, muscular chest. Eloy watched as the boy’s pink tongue lapped up all the pearly whiteness from his flesh. He liked the way it felt to be licked all over his body. At times, he’d demand full tongue baths and could reach climax just from that alone.
“Good, now go,” he ordered once the servant was finished.
“Yes, God Eloy,” the servant said, then immediately left the room.
This time, Eloy didn’t think about Mateo. He was far too relaxed and satisfied to think about sex. Now, all he wanted was sleep.
