Page 8 of Deliverance
Eloy turned back, locking eyes with Mateo. “Many years ago, I became smitten with a human. His name was Loren, he and I would make love for days on end.” He paused as he stared forward, reflecting, and then his smile broadened. “He made me happy.”
“What happened?” Mateo asked, then reached over, running his fingertips down the length of Eloy’s arm until their hands touched and Eloy took Mateo’s hand into his own. He lifted it to his lips and kissed the bruised flesh on Mateo’s knuckles. He frowned as he looked at it. “One day soon, Mateo. This will no longer be your fate. I will see that you are pampered and cherished, never to suffer pain and torture again.”
Mateo opened his mouth to say something to that revelation, that promise, but nothing came out. He was far too taken by it to form words. He could feel his heart swelling, so much so, he feared it would burst from his chest. For how could something that passionate be contained? Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Eloy with everything he had. As their kiss grew more fervent, he pushed Eloy back, climbing on top of him. It was his turn to return the amazing blowjob Eloy had given to him. He kissed and licked his way down Eloy’s well-muscled body to his hardened cock and took it between his lips.
“Mmmmmm, the pleasures of the flesh is as much a curse as it is a blessing,” Eloy said as he relished the sensation of Mateo’s lips on him, his eyes closing as he moaned. Time didn’t matter as they enjoyed each other’s bodies. Eloy squirmed on the bed, indulging in the ecstasy until the moment came when he could hold back no longer. He gripped Mateo’s hair, holding on while he emptied his balls in Mateo’s hungry mouth.
When his body had given all it could give, he released Mateo’s hair and relaxed on the bed, his chest heaving. “That… that…”
“Was amazing, I know,” Mateo bragged, grinning.
Eloy laughed. “It was.”
“Do not take too long of a break, I want you inside of me,” Mateo said as he ran a finger down the length of Eloy’s limp cock, tracing the thick, dark veins just beneath the smooth, velvety flesh.
Eloy looked at him and winked. “Me—god—remember?”
“You—limp dick—see?” Mateo said, and jiggled Eloy’s limp cock as a show of proof.
Eloy burst into a fit of laughter then, and reached up, grabbing ahold of Mateo and bringing him into his embrace. “I lo—I just adore you,” he said, catching himself before he made the mistake of professing his true feelings. He wanted so badly to tell Mateo how he really felt about him, but with so much needing to be done, he couldn’t risk losing his god prowess. He could feel those emotions, but to voice them would set a clock in motion. It would change everything.
“So, what happened to Loren?” Mateo asked as he nestled closer to Eloy.
“Tragic, really… he died suddenly.”
Mateo looked up at him so he could see Eloy’s expression. “You miss him? You loved him?”
Eloy sighed. “I miss him, yes.” He couldn’t admit to loving Loren because he never felt for Loren what he felt for Mateo. Human emotions were a complicated thing for a god to decipher. At one point, when he was with Loren, he thought he was in love with him. He’d certainly mourned his death. But he was able to go on. He wasn’t so sure he’d want to go on without Mateo by his side. Was that the power of true love… real love? If it was, it was more powerful than any ability a god had.
“You do not have to say anything else,” Mateo said, then sat up and climbed back on top of Eloy. “I understand.”
Eloy reached up, caressing Mateo’s jawline. “And that is just one of the reasons why I adore you.”
Mateo smiled. “By how hard you are, I can tell.”
“Then let me show you how much you mean to me.” Eloy flipped Mateo over onto his back with ease and climbed on top of him. Before he entered him with his cock, he did so with his tongue, lapping, licking and sucking Mateo’s hole, slicking it with spit as he gave his lover pleasure. When he knew Mateo was close to another orgasm, he pulled back and replaced his tongue with his cock. Mateo clung to him, wrapping arms and legs around Eloy’s body, keeping him in his clutches as the god rocked back and forth. The ecstasy they experienced was equal only to how intensely they loved each other. Neither man spoke the word, but they made sure the other knew. When they finally came, the windows rattled and the glass cracked while other windows shattered completely from the powerful roar Eloy gave.
Eloy collapsed on top of Mateo, his body drenched in sweat, as was Mateo’s, but both men merely panted in silence as they came down from the most glorious of highs. After a few minutes, Eloy rolled over, but kept Mateo in his arms. More time passed as they bathed in the aftermath of great sex before Mateo broke the silence.
“Eloy?”
“Yes?”
“What is heaven like?” Mateo asked in a soft voice.
Eloy was silent for a few seconds before he spoke. “It is beautiful, more beautiful than anything on earth.”
“Do you miss it?”
“At times, I get melancholy thinking about heaven. Being immortal, it is really all I know. This is the first time we, as gods, have gotten to experience life as you humans know it. I have enjoyed many earthly pleasures from food to sex to sport. In heaven, you will not find hate, cruelty, greed, or any of the things that humans fall weak to. Your greatest desires are given to you in heaven and every day is peace and tranquility,” Eloy said.
“I hope I get to see it,” Mateo stated as he struggled to imagine a world outside of the only one he knew, one that was a true paradise.
“You will, the god of life knows the souls that belong and those that do not. Those far too corrupted to pass through the archway,” Eloy explained.
“Who is the god of life? How many gods are there?”
“Hersi is the god of life and there are only five of us,” Eloy said.
