Page 44 of Kronos’ Consort

She stilled at the hypothesis, her breaths ragged as she gripped his shoulders. “That’s an interesting theory, Master.”

She didn’t know why the intensity of his sleeping enchantment would have been modified by his affection for her, but there did appear to be a potential correlation between the two variables, and the researcher in her liked the idea of investigating why that might have been.

“Mmmm.” He leaned closer, stealing a chaste kiss from her mouth before his free hand rose to hold the back of her head. “Perhaps you should research it, little one, because, if I’m right, the way I feel about you should mean you hardly sleep at all.”

She rocked over him, enjoying the scintillating friction at her clit. “Good idea, Master.”

“You can start the next time we come here.” His voice had deepened to a near growl.

“We should run experiments.” Her breathy tone sounded agonized. She was close, oh, so close to toppling into ecstasy, and balancing on the edge with him was divine. “You can try charms on me again, Master, and see how I fare.”

“Is my little one telling me what to do again?” His voice was sardonic, but her clit pulsed at the peril his query posed.

“Just a suggestion,” she rasped, her voice trailing away at the severity in his gaze.

His lips swooped in reply, stealing whatever she was about to say next as his tongue swept across her mouth. She groaned at the intimacy, grinding her hips against his shaft in the vain hope that he would take pity on her and let her ride him to orgasm.

“We can evaluate our results afterward and see what we find.” Withdrawing from the caress, she was pleased to see he didn’t genuinely seem riled with her.

“If it makes you happy, then yes.” His hand lowered to her back. “I so want you to be happy, little one.”

His breath was hot against her jaw as he continued. “Happy with your science, with your submission to me, and in knowing that while you have a magnificent life here, your loved ones know that you are safe and cared for.”

The arm that had been around her waist shifted, and slowly, both of his hands lowered to clutch at her ass cheeks. She mewled as he lifted her body, skimming her sex over the tip of his cock. Liberating one hand, he angled his shaft between her wet folds, and maintaining eye contact, he brought her down over him.

Her mouth opened to a silent ‘O’ when he speared her. “Thank you, Master.” Her hips snapped forward, chasing more of that delectable friction her sensitive nub sought.

“You shall have it all,” he snarled, releasing her backside and fisting her tresses once more.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, leaning into his palm while her hips kept up their relentless rhythm.

“Ride me.” His words were more of a sigh than a command. “Ride me until we both fucking come.”

She clenched at the order, teetering on the brink of euphoria as his cock slammed into her over and over. Leaning against the muscular tower of his body, she arched to receive more of him, and there, trapped between his hard pectorals and his unyielding biceps, she succumbed to the wall of pleasure.

Ensnared in ecstasy, everything else was muted until all there was in the world was Kronos, his hot breath, his imposing body, and her desire to oblige all of him.

“Fuck, little one.”

His growl resounded when his peak washed over him, and she held on, riding the wave alongside him. In their perfect bubble of bliss, there were only the sounds of their ragged breaths and the certainty that this thing they’d found was vital, breathing life into them both.

They stayed there together for some unquantifiable amount of time, her limbs entwined around his hot flesh and her head heavy with gratification.

At length, she shifted, pressing a kiss to his taut chest as she straightened. His cock was still lodged inside her, and squeezing around his shaft, she smiled at his wry expression.

“I love you, Master.”

Staring into his eyes, no words had ever felt truer. For the first time, she was held, felt safe, and was seen. She finally had somewhere she could rest her head.

“I love you, Kristina.” There was a new warmth to his soft, purple eyes. “I vow to help you become whoever you want to be,” he purred, his lips grazing over her mouth. “And I know you shall do the same for me.”

She smiled at the simple surety of that sentiment, unable to fault his logic. When she looked at him now, she saw the face of her master, the god she would learn from while he ruled over her.

“That was a good lesson, Master.” Her tone had shifted from reverence to mischief.

“The best yet, little one.” That same, tempting eyebrow arched at her.

“And since things are so good, I wanted to ask you something.”