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He pulled his cock out, dropped to his knees, spread her ass open and plunged her tongue into her steamy slit. Aphrodite squealed as he swirled his tongue inside, probing her hot sloppy hole.

He spread her cheeks further as he moved his head, fucking her with his rigid tongue. Going all in, he slid his tongue higher and pushed his tongue into her pink rosebud.

"Oh, you are so....bad," Aphrodite moaned as he swirled his tongue across her ass, then pushed it inside several times.

He slipped his tongue back into her pussy and sucked hard, getting a mouthful of her sticky sweet juices. Aphrodite lifted her right leg, placing her knee on the table and giving him better access.

Taking full advantage, Zafron slurped once more on her pussy, then eased his tongue down to her clit. Aphrodite moaned and squirmed as he traced slow circles around it, while easing a finger into her tight twat.

Her hips rocked, pushing his finger deeper and figuring he could get away with it, Zafron eased his free hand over her cheek, and plunged a finger into her tight asshole. Aphrodite released a high pitched sound, but both her holes tightened around his fingers and her hips rocked harder.

"Eat it," she moaned. "Eat that cunt! Make me cum on your face!"

Zafron accepted the challenge, and not just to make her cum, but to show her she wasn't the only one who knew how to lick. His tongue went into high gear, licking in slow then fast circles, going side to side, up and down and even a couple of deliberately slow figure eights.

He fought back a smile as Aphrodite whimpered and moved her hips, trying to keep her clit pressed to his moving tongue. He teased her a couple of times, licking furiously and feeling her legs tighten, then ease back barely lick her.

But as much as he wanted to pay her back for his frustratingly slow orgasm, his cock was still hard and dying to get back inside of her. He hadn't been soft since she'd begun to take off her clothes.

'Who needed an Eros vitality system when you had a red haired milf who fucked like a wild cat?' Now that reference reminded him of someone but only briefly.

Zafron sped his tongue up, flickering it all around her clit, trying for every direction as fast as he could. Aphrodite's thighs trembled and her ass and pussy tightened around his fingers as he licked her pink nub while inhaling the intoxicating scent of her sweet slit.

"Nnnyes...ohhh," the impossibly beautiful goddess whimpered. "Keep licking, just keep licking! I...Fuck yeah!"

Aphrodite howled as her hips went wild, smearing her hot flesh in his face. Her holes convulsed around his fingers and her ass ground into him as she writhed and wiggled over the table.

Her yips and squeals were music to his ears and his cock ached as he knew he'd be fucking her within minutes. He kept licking, moving his head, his cheeks getting sticky from her gushing slit as she continued to come on the tip of his tongue.

When she slumped forward with a low moan, she went to drop her leg, but Zafron grabbed her knee, keeping it up on the table. He eased his finger from her pussy but kept the other buried in her ass.

He shot to his feet and plunged inside her hard enough to make the table rock and Aphrodite to howl as he ripped into her with so much force it bordered on being violent. Nothing fancy, he just squeezed her left hip while relentlessly pounding her helpless pussy.

*Tatatatatatata!!!* The sound rattled off like an automatic rifle, full ammo just relentlessly firing off.

He could feel his cock sliding along his finger through the thin skin between her ass and pussy he pressed it down, pushing harder on his cock. Aphrodite yelped and yipped in between disjointed attempts to talk.

"You...I...Zafron...fuck, oh oh, god!" The goddess said.

Her stammering gave him a sense of pride that he could render this incredible woman to a stuttering helpless mess as he took her. That was what he was doing. It wasn't sweet, sure as hell wasn't romantic.

This was lust and primal need being fulfilled as he gave her everything she'd asked for and more. His breath caught as his frenetic fucking had him getting close and as much as he'd love to keep going his balls were beginning to ache from not having a breather in between rounds.

His strokes became shorter and more desperate as his breathing became louder and his heart hammered in his chest.

"Fuck," he moaned. "I..."

"Let me!" Aphrodite moaned and shook her hips, trying to get him to step back.

Zafron obeyed her, pulling his cock out and groaning as he'd been barely been able to stop before it was too late. Aphrodite turned around and gave him a light push. He fell back into the chair, and she dropped to her knees.

Grabbing his cock, she pumped him, while sliding her arm under her tits and holding them up. Zafron groaned as she jerked him hard and fast, then gasped when his cock exploded.

The first spurt was perfect, striking those sexy areolas over her breasts, his cum oozing down between them. Aphrodite expertly moved his cock side to side, making sure he sprayed both of her tits.

"Yeah, that's it," she purred. "Paint my tits. How about later on I lay on my back and you can titty fuck me?" she flicked her tongue over his squirting cock, getting a glob of cum on her lips. "Give me a pearl necklace?"

"By the gods" he breathed, grabbing her wrist when she kept going even though he had nothing left. "You are...."

"Good golly Miss Aphrodite?" she laughed, then fondly kissed his cock before sitting back on her knees.

"Something like that," he nodded while eyeing his cock which was deflating so quickly it seemed as if it were afraid she was going to go for more on the spot. But that was the thing, she could have. But she knew the restraints the mortal body had and chose not to push her fragile sex partner any further than his current capabilities which by normal standards were high already.

"Hmm," that was fun," she eyed the cum dripping down her tits. "Was I as good as you hoped?"

"You need to ask?"

"Nice to hear." She laughed.

"You're right, I've never really fucked before this."

"Good news is you'll get to fuck like this some more."

"You meant that? We're not going to ...you know... rescue limbo?"

"Zafron," she rose to her feet. "Limbo won't die on my watch. Besides, there's still a lot of time," she pointed at the hour glass " You think we're not fucking again before that?"

"Damn," he had a quick thought of whether or not he could, but when he took in Aphrodite's spectacular body and cum covered tits, he had no doubt he could, or if not, she'd take what she wanted.

"But hey," he joked. "We haven't seen the other globes yet, right?"

"We'll get there," she turned and walked back towards the dance floor. "But that's after we shower. Let's go. You need to get me clean, then get me dirty again."

***

Cassandra Beaumont packed the last of her belongings into an ornate leather trunk and clicked it shut, the sound echoing through her chambers. She turned, a momentary flicker of hesitation passing over her face as she regarded the grand room she'd soon be leaving behind. Servants streamed in, silently gathering her trunks and parcels, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. She watched them for a moment, hands clenched at her sides.

'This is necessary. You know it is,' she reminded herself, pushing aside the rising doubt. She had come too far and sacrificed too much to falter now. Zafron was out there, somewhere between Lumina and Drakoria—a perilous expanse known for more legends and rumors than concrete fact. According to what her history tutor, bought with her parents' fortune, had taught her, the place was more than just a myth. And she would need the emperor's special clearance for this journey. It was a gamble, but she had the favor her father earned—the last of his legacy for her to use.

'He would do the same for me,' she thought, feeling a small pang in her chest at the thought of Zafron's determined eyes. The servants bowed as they carried her things past her, filing out the grand doors. Cassandra drew in a deep breath, steadying herself.

She followed the servants through the hall and out into the open courtyard where her cart awaited. The cool breeze brushed against her face, lifting her dark curls. Her gaze swept over the servants loading the cart and then froze at the sight of a familiar figure standing by the vehicle. Silver hair glistened in the sunlight, cascading over narrow shoulders. The young woman, dressed in simple but well-fitted travel clothes, watched her approach with an expression that was part determination and part fragility.

"Mara." Cassandra's voice was flat, betraying none of her inner turmoil. She had expected this confrontation. "I told you to stay behind."

Mara's eyes flared, and for a moment, her entire body trembled. "I won't," she replied, voice steady but brittle. "I knew Zafron long before you did. If he's in trouble, I'm coming too."

'This again.' Cassandra sighed inwardly, forcing herself to stay calm. "You've barely recovered. You know what you've been through. We all know. You're a miracle to still be standing here."

Mara's lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm alive, aren't I?" Her voice pitched up slightly, more from emotion than conviction. "What good is being alive if I have to stand by and do nothing when he needs me?"

Cassandra's shoulders tensed. She knew Mara's words cut deeper than they seemed—both of them had scars, visible and unseen, from their shared pasts with Zafron. And Mara's bond with him, while different, was no less profound than her own. She inhaled sharply and forced herself to speak evenly. "You'll slow us down."

"Maybe," Mara admitted, her hands trembling at her sides. "But I'd rather be a burden out there with you than stay behind and never know what happened."

Silence stretched between them. Servants moved around them, deliberately averting their eyes. Cassandra felt a surge of conflicting emotions—frustration, pity, understanding. She wanted to argue, to send Mara back, to shield her from more pain. But she also saw the resolve in her pale face and shaking hands.

'She won't back down,' Cassandra thought, the realization settling heavily in her chest. She rubbed her temples, then nodded curtly. "Fine. But don't expect me to slow down for you."

Mara's eyes flashed with something like relief, but she covered it quickly. "I wasn't planning to."

They stood there for a moment, two women bound by the same man, their lives entangled in ways neither fully understood nor welcomed. Cassandra gestured sharply to the cart, and Mara took a hesitant step forward, her movements betraying her weariness.

As the servants finished securing the last of the trunks, Cassandra climbed into the cart and turned to find Mara already settling in beside her. The younger woman's knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the seat, but her gaze remained focused, determined.

"Do you think we'll find him?" Mara asked quietly, her voice wavering despite her effort to control it.

'Do I think we'll survive?' Cassandra thought, but she kept those words to herself. "We have to," she said instead, softer than she intended. "We'll face whatever's out there together."

Mara nodded, the faintest smile playing on her lips. "Thank you." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Don't thank me yet," Cassandra replied, looking ahead as the cart began to move.