Chapter 428: Taking His Mind Off His Losses [+18]
Damian sat in silence, the violet smoke curling upward from the cigar still resting between his fingers. The weight of Loth’s words pressed against his chest like a physical thing. Earth was reduced to the heavens playground and his friends in labor camps.
Corbin’s vessel evolved beyond the normal capabilities of a seed because of his fusion with Gilbert. Even worse, every memory of Twenty, cut deeper than any blade. It pained him that his people were suffering because of his weakness.
Loth watched him for a long moment. The solemnity on her face slowly softened. She saw the way his jaw tightened, the distant look in those violet eyes that still flickered with residual crimson.
She rose from her chair without a word, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she crossed the space between them. Damian barely registered the movement until she sank to her knees between his parted legs. The sudden warmth of her hands settling on his thighs pulled him back from the edge of that cold spiral.
He looked down and saw Loth’s long wavy hair spilled over her shoulders as she tilted her face up. Her eyes were dark with desire and emotions.
"You need to stop thinking for a while, Sire. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." she murmured.
Her fingers moved with confidence, unfastening the front of his underwear. Damian’s cock was already half-hard from the lingering heat of the cigar and the wine, but the moment her soft palm wrapped around him it thickened rapidly, swelling against her touch until it stood rigid and heavy.
She leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip and Damian’s breath left him in a low exhale. The cigar was forgotten in the ashtray beside the chair. His hand found the back of her head, fingers threading through the pink waves as she parted her lips and took him in.
The wet heat of her mouth closed around the head first, tongue swirling in a deliberate circle before she sank lower. Inch by inch she swallowed him, cheeks hollowing as she created a tight, rhythmic suction. The faint violet veins along the shaft pulsed against her tongue while hummed softly, the vibration traveling straight up his spine.
Damian’s head tipped back against the chair. He took one long drag of air and then another while Loth worked him with unhurried thoroughness. She pulled almost all the way off so only the swollen tip remained between her lips, then sliding down again until her nose brushed the base. Spit slicked her chin and a bulge visible in her throat as soft wet sounds filled the quiet room.
She pulled off with a soft pop, trailing her tongue along the underside from root to crown before taking him deep again. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach; the other cupped and gently rolled his balls. Damian’s hips gave a small, involuntary thrust. She took it without protest, throat relaxing around him.
Minutes passed in that wet rhythm. The cigar smoke still lingered, mixing with the scent of her arousal. Damian’s fingers tightened in her hair when she hollowed her cheeks harder and looked up at him through her lashes. The sight of her on her knees, lips stretched around his cock with eyes glassy with want, finally pushed the weight of Earth to the edges of his mind.
He guided her head a little faster. She matched the pace willingly, saliva dripping down to coat his shaft. When he felt the first heavy pulse of approaching release he eased her back.
"Not yet," he said, voice rough.
Loth rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She didn’t speak. She simply climbed onto his lap, knees settling on either side of his thighs. The gown she wore had already been pushed up around her hips and she was bare underneath.
The soft heat of her pussy brushed the slick length of his cock as she positioned herself and she reached down, guided him to her entrance, and sank.
A long, shuddering breath left both of them at the same time. She was soaked already from the simple act of sucking him and the thick stretch of his cock filled her in one continuous slide until she sat fully seated, thighs trembling against his.
Damian’s hands settled on her hips and Loth began to move. She rode him in a slow, deep grind at first, rolling her hips so every inch dragged against the sensitive walls inside her. The wet sound of their joining was soft but unmistakable. Her hands braced on his shoulders. Her breasts rose and fell beneath the thin fabric of her gown with every motion. Damian pushed the material higher, exposing her chest completely, and leaned in to take one nipple into his mouth.
Loth’s rhythm faltered for a second, then strengthened. She lifted until only the head remained inside her, then dropped hard, taking him to the root again and again. The chair creaked beneath them. Her head fell back, pink hair cascading down her spine as she chased the friction she needed.
"Look at me," Damian said.
She did. Their eyes locked while she continued to ride him up, down, grind and repeat. Her cunt clenched tightly around him every time she bottomed out. The wetness between them grew louder and sweat began to sheen along her collarbones.
After several minutes she slowed, lifted herself off with a soft gasp, and turned. She settled again with her back to his chest, while guiding him back inside with one hand. The new angle let him sink even deeper. Damian’s hands slid around her waist, then up to cup her breasts as she began to bounce.
The view of her arched back, the way her ass flexed with every downward stroke and the glistening stretch of her pussy around his cock pulled another low sound from his throat. He thrust up to meet her, the impact of skin on skin sharp and wet. Loth braced her hands on his knees and rode harder, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.
She came first, her whole body locked, a broken cry escaping as her cunt pulsed hard around him. The rhythmic clenching milked his cock in tight waves. Damian held her through it, hips still rolling beneath her, dragging the orgasm out until she was shaking and gasping.
When the worst of the tremors passed he stood, still buried inside her, and carried her the short distance to the large bed.. Loth’s legs wrapped around his waist. He laid her down without pulling out, settling between her thighs in a smooth shift to missionary.
Her hair fanned across the dark sheets. Damian braced himself on his forearms and began to thrust with long and deep strokes that pushed her higher up the mattress with every drive. Loth’s hands slid down his back, nails lightly scoring the skin as she lifted her hips to meet him.
The pace built. The wet sound of his cock driving into her became a steady, filthy rhythm. Her breasts swayed with each thrust. Damian lowered his head and kissed her slow at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together while he fucked her with increasing force.
Loth’s second orgasm built faster than the first. Her thighs tightened around his hips. Her breath came in short, broken pants against his mouth.
"Damian—"
He didn’t slow. He drove into her harder, the head of his cock dragging against the spot that made her cry out. When she came again it was with a sharp, high sound, her walls clamping down in strong, rhythmic spasms.
The tight, fluttering pressure around him finally broke his control.
Damian buried himself to the hilt and held there, hips grinding in short, heavy pulses as he came. Thick ropes of cum flooded her, spilling deep. He kept thrusting through it in slow strokes, pushing every drop as far inside as it would go. Loth moaned at the heat of it, her cunt still twitching around him, milking him until the last pulse faded.
For a long moment neither of them moved. Their breathing was loud in the quiet room. Damian remained deep inside her, the slow throb of his cock still spilling the last of his release. Violet smoke from the forgotten cigar still drifted near the ceiling.
Eventually he eased out. A thick trickle of cum followed, sliding down the cleft of her ass onto the sheets. Loth lay there flushed and open, eyes half-lidded, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.
Damian settled beside her, one arm draped across her waist. Loth turned her head and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.
"We’ll get them back," she whispered. "All of them."
Damian’s fingers traced idle patterns along her side. Outside the window the Underworld sky glowed with its usual unnatural light. Inside the room, the only sound was their slowing breath and the faint crackle of the cigar still burning itself out in the ashtray.
He closed his eyes. For now, that was enough.