sleeping with a god, so everything was heightened, or perhaps it was because I was still revved up from that dream, but it didn’t matter. My hands found Abner’s back, nails digging into his skin as I cried out my pleasure, my core tightening on his cock as every muscle in my body tensed beneath his.
Pleasure surged through me like a storm, like a wild, thunderous winter storm, filling me to the brink, just as Abner’s cock did. My eyelids slammed shut, and I lost myself to the feeling of bliss, riding the high my body gave me. A feeling like that… you could get used to it. You could even get addicted to the pleasure. I couldn’t say whether or not I’d ever experienced something so raw, so carnal and pure.
It was amazing.
When I opened my eyes, once the orgasm had faded, I found Abner keeping his pace, his cock pushing inside of me over and over as he gazed down at me with an expression that was almost wistful. Such a handsome, slender face, unearthly with those silver eyes.
“The sounds you make,” Abner whispered, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it before, “I could listen to them all night.”
I hummed, giving him a smile that was probably more sloppy than anything. “Then maybe you should.” A challenge for Abner to keep going, for him to not stop at all while moonlight came in through the window. He was a god, after all. He was Winter. Surely, he had stamina.
After all, the only thing that was better than a single orgasm was more orgasms.
His lips—things which were almost eternally caught in a frown or a scowl—actually quirked upwards, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he smiled down at me. He murmured, “As you wish,” and then he got to work.
We lost ourselves in each other, truly. Time ceased to matter. Me only remaining in this castle to make a decision didn’t matter. Whatever the future held for me, for us—if indeed there even was an us—didn’t matter. None of it mattered. The only thing that did was us, the feeling of our bodies connecting, our souls reaching out and intertwining.
Abner’s thrusting became harder, a bit rougher than it was earlier. My body took it all and more, moans escaping me every now and then, though I did quiet myself to listen to him unravel. He pushed inside of me as deep as my body would allow, his cock filling me up completely, his back and arms tensing above me. I watched as his eyelids squeezed shut, his lips parting to only allow a guttural groan out. The handsome face above me was caught in pleasure, wild and dominating.
He collapsed on top of me shortly after, though his cock was still buried in me. Abner breathed hard, his body not feeling as cold as it had earlier. In fact, I’d go so far as to say he felt rather warm, as if being with me had warmed him up some.
It could merely be my imagination at work, though.
Abner pulled out of me, rolling off me and laying in the bed beside me. He pulled the covers up to our shoulders, the only bits of our bodies not covered our heads. We gazed at each other, and beneath the sheets I felt his arm pull me closer to him, holding me against his chest. I imagined him saying something stupid like we shouldn’t have done that, but all Abner did was smile a soft, tentative, almost heartbreaking smile at me.
I could not take that smile; it was as if he thought this was goodbye, that this night would never be repeated again. That’s… that’s not what this was. I didn’t know what would happen, but I knew I did not want to leave either god.
So, wanting to get rid of that smile—and wanting to get back to business—I kissed him. Slow and steady, deep and hard. I kissed him and tasted the sweat on his lips.
The god of Winter sweating. Who knew such a thing was even possible?
We spent the night lost in each other, the hours blending in as time wore on. We did not pause to sleep; we barely paused for anything. He made my body feel alive with his cool touch, and I hoped I did the same to him. I hoped I was the reason sweat lined his brow, that I was the reason his cheeks seemed to grow flush with color. The