Page 7 of Deliverance
“I cannot have you at my side, Mateo. Odessa and Kijani will only see it as a weakness on my part. Influence by a human to change the world from how they desire it. They will rebel,” Eloy warned.
Mateo nodded. “I see. I understand.”
“Good. We have to change this world from what it is, return control back to the humans so they may survive once our time finally passes.”
“What about the Elite?”
“Harder to dismantle, but it must be done. There have always been those who were the richest among you. But never had they maintained control over all business prospects the way they are now. As a god, all our decrees must be obeyed. We must make sure there are no human rebellions, as there is sure to be opposition. Best it come from humans rather than the gods.”
Again, Mateo nodded. He was finally understanding how intricate it all was. Eloy wanted to lay down a foundation that would sustain humanity, and he wanted to support him. “I really made you change your mind? Why me and not all of the other humans who have protested over the many decades?”
Eloy was silent for a little while, thinking about the question. “Honestly, I do not know. Humans in general are not complicated creatures. So many fit into personality types, but every once in a while, you get those who shine through. The leaders among the followers. The true gems of the human race, born to make a difference. I believe you are one of those humans, Mateo.” Eloy rose from his seat and walked over toward Mateo, caressing his jawline and lifting his face to his. “It is true, I have heard many complaints from humans in the two hundred years since we have taken over. Not a one ever moved me to listen, to care.” He let his fingers glide off the curve of Mateo’s jaw as he turned to walk back to his chair. He sat down and sighed. “Perhaps, it is all the time I have spent in this body, feeling human emotions and desires. Whatever the case, you have touched me the way no other ever has. I am a god, but even I cannot explain all things.”
“This is good enough,” Mateo said. He looked down at his half empty plate and smiled. “This food is the finest I have ever had.”
“I want you to enjoy such delicacies for as long as you shall live, preferably with me by your side.”
“Can we finish this meal later?” Mateo asked just as Eloy shoved another spoonful of potatoes into his mouth.
“Are you not still hungry?” he asked after he swallowed.
“I am, but I’m hungrier for you,” Mateo flirted.
Eloy placed his spoon down and rose from the table. “I have been waiting to get my mouth on you as well.”
Mateo rose and walked over toward the bed that was ever so inviting. This bed was the place where he’d lost his virginity. He’d experienced both great pain and pleasure between its sheets. Mostly pleasure, and he was looking forward to more as he sat down on the soft, yet firm mattress. Only the best for a god, no doubt.
Eloy was approaching and when he stood in front of Mateo, he leaned down and began kissing him again. Gently, he pushed Mateo back against the bed as he climbed in on top of him. He pushed Mateo’s hands above his head, keeping them in place with one hand as his other hand fondled Mateo’s erect nipples. He pinched them lightly, twisting them back and forth, then flicking them with his fingertips.
“Aahhh,” Mateo moaned as his eyes stared lovingly into Eloy’s.
“You like that?” Eloy asked.
Mateo nodded. “I am yours.”
Seeing Mateo give himself to him only sparked the roaring fire inside Eloy. His cock hardened even more, lifting the toga he wore at his groin. He sat up, releasing Mateo’s hands and removed the toga with ease, as well as the loincloth Mateo was wearing, the fabric no match for Eloy’s lust. The garments were tossed across the room along with Mateo’s sandals. Fully naked, Eloy didn’t have anything else in his way. He pinned Mateo’s hands back to the bed and kissed him again, his lips at first, then his chin, neck, shoulder, and further down until his mouth was poised over Mateo’s erection.
“Oh god!” Mateo gasped as Eloy took him inside, his tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh. His hands were still being held above his head by the god who was now worshipping his cock. He wanted so badly to run his fingers through Eloy’s silky, dark locks, but couldn’t. His hips pumped up, feeding his cock into the god’s mouth.
Eloy pulled back. “Behave yourself, Mateo.”
Mateo chuckled. “Hard to do so when you are making me feel so good.”
Eloy winked. “This is only the beginning.” He sucked Mateo’s cock back into his mouth, but this time, he didn’t tease him with gentle licks and kisses. Now he was sucking, taking him all the way down his throat and making his lover feel the most exquisite pleasure. He relished the sounds of Mateo’s moans and whimpers, the way he squirmed on the bed, and the look of absolute pleasure on his face. No human seduced him so, and that was one of the reasons he had to have Mateo. He began to stroke Mateo’s shaft when he felt his cock swell in his mouth, coaxing his orgasm to the forefront.
Mateo arched, bellowing as his climax ripped through him with an intensity he only experienced when he was with Eloy. His body shook hard, rattling the headboard against the wall, and Eloy only gave him more attention until the last drop had been syphoned from Mateo’s cock. He swallowed and pulled back slowly, letting his full lips glide lovingly along the length of Mateo’s softening cock until it was free of his mouth.
“Your cum has been only the second I have ever swallowed,” Eloy confessed as he licked his lips.
Mateo lay on the covers, panting, eyes half open and staring at the ceiling. It took him a few seconds to work up a response. “There was one human before me in your life or are you speaking about your own cum?” he chuckled.
Eloy smiled. “Three if you count the time I did taste my own.”
Mateo looked at him. “Who was he?”
Eloy’s smiled faded slightly as he turned his head. “I should not have mentioned it. Do not know why I did.”
Mateo propped himself up, leaning on his elbows. “It is all right, I want to know.”
