Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I hold absolutely still as Star’s mouth comes into contact with my cock. Her look up at me when she sticks her tongue out and begins to lick it through my jeans.
Declan cracks the whip across her bottom, making her squeal. And when I look up at him, he’s pulling one of those half-smiling, half-wincing expressions. Like he’s not sure if he crossed a line or not.
Star moans and begins wriggling her ass, taunting him.
Declan, in response, grits his teeth and mouths the word, “Fuck!” at me, because he’s so turned on right now, he might explode.
This is the first time we’ve done the whole master, slave, pet scenario—which must be his thing because I’ve never seen him so worked up.
But he pulls himself together, barks a few orders at Star—lick me, suck my dick through my jeans, crawl up my chest and kiss me—and every now and then cracks her ass with that whip, even though she’s mostly complying.
We’re not gonna make it much further, we’re all too worked up and horny. So I simply give in and point to Declan. “Fuck her.”
He pumps a fist, mouths the word, “Yes!” as he looks skyward, and then kneels behind Star’s ass, spreads her cheeks, and thrusts his cock into her pussy.
She jolts forward, into my chest to the rhythm of his fucking and I just watch, daring either of them to come before I tell them they can.
They hold out for a couple of minutes, but I know it’s too much. We’re all too excited to care about the authenticity of the scenario—we’ll worry about that next time.
But for now, I open my pants, pull out my cock, and then grab Star by the hair and push her mouth down over my tip.
Then I let Declan fuck me with Star’s mouth as he thrusts his cock in and out of her pussy, and I wonder which god I need to pledge my undying loyalty to for sending me to Paradise.
EPILOGUE - ARIC
My time with Star begins the same way it does with the other bros. She comes into my bed in the middle of the night—naked. And she is always eager to please me in whatever way I desire. It’s like my pleasure is her pleasure.
It’s nice. Almost normal.
But it’s what we do outside the bedroom that turns me on the most.
We never wear clothes on our day because I don’t have work. We even walk around the house naked. Unashamed when Quaid or Declan notice.
They like it. I mean… I like it when she’s with them. Because fuck yeah, I listen at the door when she’s screaming Declan’s name. And hell yes I take a peek into Quaid’s room when he’s making Declan and Star bow to his will and whims.
I like that they enjoy the spectacle that Star and I put on. I mean, what’s the fun of walking around naked—all hot and bothered, and wet, and hard—if there’s no one around to see?
I might be a bit of an exhibitionist.
But I’m in the right place for that because this world we landed in? This Paradise? Turns out, it’s Tartarus. The actual prison of the Titans. Which isn’t a prison because, obviously, it’s Paradise.
Anyway, the point is… the Titans are all exhibitionists. I’ve seen dozens of Titan couples sneaking into the bushes for a fuck or ducking into a bathroom stall for a quick blowjob. At first, I didn’t know what to think about this. But then I realized that they always made sure that someone was watching them before they do this stealing away.
There’d be some kissing. Then a little petting. His hand would find her leg under a table and pull it over to his dick, helping her jerk him off a little. Or maybe the woman would be wearing a dress and would open her legs under a table, and slip his hand between them.
Figuring out that this was a thing here—that sex to a Titan was a presentation best observed by others—awakened something inside of me. A desire to fit in… maybe?
I mean, what’s the point of being an exhibitionist if you don’t have a voyeur to appreciate your performance?
So far, no one’s done anything right out in public, but if they did, I certainly wouldn’t object. It’s kind of my duty to participate as their voyeur.
When Star and I hone our performance and take it public, I certainly expect people to be watching.
When we got to Paradise, the residents here came to greet us. A crowd of about fifty came down the hill from the village and made introductions.
Of course, they knew the portal was there. They had all come through it to get here. But it had been a very, very long time since anyone new appeared.
We were welcomed into the village. They set us up with a house big enough to accommodate our arrangement, and then, over the course of a couple of weeks, we integrated. There’s a war college here and, as the son of Ares, I was invited to speak to the students about Olympus, and the Labyrinth, and how I defeated the Minotaur.