Revelations

I couldn't tell you how many times I slipped in and out of consciousness. My near incoherent perception compounded with numbed vision caused nothing less than absolute confusion. Through it all, the broken sting of my leg coursed through my body. Every nerve set alight. Every touch a jolt of electrified splinters.

The occasional voice spoke. A hand would grab mine, or a whole arm. A familiar presence revealed itself, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. Anxiety? Comfort? Fear?

Why can't I make sense of anything? If I'm dead, why does it hurt so much?

"And the hero of the day awakens."

My sight blurred, but the archaic accent presented all the evidence needed to identify the speaker.

"Zoë," I croaked. "Why is it so dark?"

"Here." Slight pressure. Fiddling. When all was done, she pulled away the wrap around my head. Black eyes stared back as my vision cleared. "Better?"

I groaned. "Not really, but at least I can see."

I shifted in a comfortable bed, but failed to move by much. My leg flared, as did my back. The surroundings cleared and allowed me to recognize it as one of the rooms. Aside from Zoë and myself, the room remained empty of life. My head fell against a propped up pillow.

Shifting my arm did me no good. When I realized my wrist was wrapped in thick linens, I made no further efforts to move it. The rest of my body seemed to agree with that idea, seeing as lined wraps and bandages coated me like a toilet paper mummy.

"Thou art lucky to be alive."

I tried for a laugh, but my chest hurt too much to pull it off. "What else is new?"

She grimaced. "Do not take this so lightly. Doth thou understand what beast attacked you?"

I winced as I tried to move my arm. "Let's see; a massive pig with no intention other than to gore me. I'll go with the Erymanthian boar." My eyebrows furrowed. "Just like the quest to rescue…" I silenced myself before I dug my grave any deeper. Last thing I needed was Zoë pulling a bow on me while debilitated.

She shook her head. "Not the Erymanthian Boar; the Calydonian Boar."

"All those overgrown swine are the same to me."

"They shouldn't be. This one is a far worse omen for thee."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, I'll bite. Why is this so much worse for me?"

She wrung her hands together and spoke in a low voice. "Because I'm the reason it was sent here."

I rattled my head, which may have induced a fifteen-second bout of dizziness. "Run that by me one more time?"

Before she could respond, a warm glow bathed her coppery skin. She shielded her eyes as a new figure stood to the opposite side of the bed.

"We must stop meeting like this."

I turned to see deep red eyes burning with gentle flames. A brown shawl wrapped around the weary smiling face of a familiar goddess.

"Lady Hestia!" I strained to pull myself from the bed.

"Don't you dare try to bow before me. I'm a goddess, not a tyrant."

She didn't need to tell me twice. I fell into the soft recesses of the bed. "What do we owe this honor?"

Her smile turned coy. "I believe you know the answer already."

I glanced to my wrapped leg. "Seems like I'm in a rather… unfortunate predicament." I frowned. "But with some water, I'll be fine."

Hestia raised her eyebrow to Zoë. "Is that so?"

Zoë shook her head. "We have tried already. Nothing worked."

My head throbbed as I reached for recent memories. "It worked earlier. The saltwater spring."

"And at what cost did it work?" Hestia asked.

"My lady?"

"Please, no formalities. And what I mean is did you consider how it was healing you?"

"Um… It's water?" I frowned. "Child of Poseidon here…"

"I'm aware." She ran a hand over my arm, which didn't hurt like I expected it to. "But that water isn't regular springwater, is it?"

"Regular…? Is this about it being the life source of the nymphs?"

"Correct. You notice how it is in quite the limited supply."

I jolted up. My vision blurred in response. A stabbing burn webbed across my back. "Are you saying I was absorbing Palírroia's and Thŷella's life energy?"

She nodded. "Only the silver haired one. Where your head handmaiden's source is, I don't know."

I frowned, but decided not to press the matter. "So by trying to stay alive, I was killing her?"

She pursed her lips. "A rather extreme way of saying it. More like absorbing her."

I fell back with wide eyes and an open mouth. "How could I…? Is she okay?"

"Poor girl is exhausted, but still very much alive. I suppose you'll have to return the favor and give her some life energy in due time as well."

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"

She looked away for a second. "Taking this island's nature into account, I don't believe you'll have to think too hard to figure it out."

A few seconds passed.

"Oh… Ohh!" My eyes widened.

Hestia nodded. "It works best if the life energy is delivered while in the spring, but I take it you're already familiar with the results."

My ears turned red.

"Regardless, I'm here to undo the damage of your recent encounter."

I let out a sigh. "Why? I thought you weren't supposed to help us directly. This is the second time now."

She tilted her head. "By ancient law, I'm not meant to; you are correct. But because another goddess is once again responsible for the injury, only through my direct interference can you be healed." A small flame appeared in her hand. "I'm no Apollo, but I doubt he would risk helping you considering all of the parties at play."

"Why? Who sent the boar?"

She turned to Zoë with a smirk. Zoë's shoulders tensed.

"As I said, I'm the reason it was sent."

Hestia nodded for her to continue and brushed her flaming palm across my bare skin. It warmed me to my core, but didn't seem to burn me. The flames licked away my wounds, though at a slow pace.

Zoë let out a languished sigh. "The Calydonian boar is a beast of Artemis. When it was first unleashed, a party of Greece's greatest hunters were needed to kill it. That thou wouldst combat it alone…"

I remained silent for a few seconds. "So that's what this is about." I turned to Hestia as she moved to my torso. "Has she said anything to you?"

She pouted. "She's an incredibly secretive woman with a current vendetta against some of the most powerful Olympian gods." A smile formed on her lips. "Of course she's spoken with me." She pulled away the bandages on my chest and let her flaming fingertips brush over the open wounds. "I cannot speak for her entirely. However, I would like to apologize on her behalf."

"Why must my lady vent her wrath upon him? He has done nothing to warrant such reactions."

Hestia sighed, but continued her work. "Let me be clear in saying she isn't angry with anyone on this island. Her anger is directed towards the ones who set up this situation. Unfortunately, she can't take out her frustration on those individuals. As such, you've become the scapegoat."

I groaned as her flames danced across a particularly deep cut on my ribs. "Can't she take out that frustration by hunting monsters or something?"

"Oh, she has. The entire Eastern Seaboard is monster free as of three days ago. I hear she encountered you at a ranch, and that the meeting was… less than pleasant."

Zoë turned red. "I may have played a major part in that."

"Come now," Hestia said. "She wasn't upset about that. Well… a little bit. But she understands why you did it. Again, her anger is misplaced, and she knows it. The problem is that she doesn't know what else to do." She walked around the bed and started on my other arm. "She watched her best friend for over three millennia kiss a man of her own free will. No doubt you can see why she snapped."

Both Zoë and I took our share of embarrassment.

"She's too stubborn to admit it, but she does regret her actions. She'll come around in due time." She glanced towards my wrapped leg. "Would you be a dear and remove those bandages?"

Zoë's cheeks flared, but did as asked. Her nimble fingers removed the wraps around my legs within seconds.

"Oh my…"

I almost puked upon seeing my leg. Half of the calf hung free. Bone poked through rather disturbing locations. How I managed to stand during the fight, I have no idea.

When Hestia moved my calf into place, I groaned. The flames on her hand grew warmer. Whether from excruciating pain or mind-numbing experience, I couldn't bring myself to feel embarrassed from the amount of my body exposed to the virgin goddess.

"I don't mean any disrespect, but why help me now? Why not help with Annabeth?"

She smiled sadly. "I wanted to. Unfortunately, Athena decreed than any action towards her daughter would be met with violent retaliation. She's still carrying out the investigation. To say she's become… aggressive would put things mildly."

"But you wouldn't hurt a fly! She has to realize that!"

"Ease yourself. You're not strong enough for that kind of emotion."

She was right. My head swam the moment I started getting louder.

"And to answer you, I know. She knows. Yet she's become extremely protective of her daughter."

"You'd think she would have been when she went psycho," I muttered.

"I beg your pardon?"

For the umpteenth time, I retold the tale of manipulation and the three voices in my dreams… along with the "night" I spent with Annabeth. When all was said, Hestia trembled.

"For something like this to happen right under our noses." She turned with a bowed head and shut eyes. The flames on my leg grew brighter.

"Ow!" I squeaked.

She returned her attention to my leg and widened her eyes. "My goodness, I'm sorry. Just…"

"Trust me, I, of all people, get it."

Her smile returned and she continued mending my leg. Zoë watched on with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.

"Zoë? You okay."

She snapped her attention to me and rattled the thoughts from her head. "Piecing things together." She held her finger to her lips. "The way thou described thy night with Annabeth… It seems… familiar."

Even Hestia paused. With my leg so close to being healed, I wanted to ask her to finish, but didn't want to risk another round of burning.

"Familiar how?"

She stepped back and leaned against the wall. "Hast thou heard of Hippolytus?"

"Hippolyta?"

"Hippolytus. Son of Theseus. The one and only male follower of Artemis."

My jaw hung low. "She actually let a guy join the Hunt!?"

"In a manner of speaking. He did not travel with us, but he worshipped Artemis like no other. He swore off of love and devoted his life to the wild."

I tried to imagine living without Annabeth. I managed for about half a second. "Yeah, I'm not giving that a try. What horrible thing happened to him?"

"Not necessarily him, but his stepmother. Much like Annabeth, she was driven into a frenzy with her love for him. She confessed her passion for him, but Hippolytus refused."

Uh oh, this won't be good…

"How does she respond? She wrote a letter to her husband declaring Hippolytus raped her and killed herself." She took a breath. "When Theseus discovered the note, he used one of three curses from Poseidon to kill Hippolytus."

Now I need to have a chat with good old dad about this…

"Why go that far? Was she crazy or…?"

"Well, Artemis later told Theseus the truth. And explained how both Hippolytus and his stepmother were the victims."

Hestia finished with my leg, but listened on intently.

"Umm… how both? He didn't do anything wrong."

"That depends on who thou asks. Apparently, he spurned another goddess. As a result, she drove his stepmother into the passionate frenzy. Not unlike the night thou described with Annabeth."

"What goddess? Who in their right mind would curse someone with that kind of madness?"

She muttered a response, but it failed to reach either my ears or Hestia's.

"What? Who?"

Her fists clenched and she ground her teeth. With her eyes sealed, she shook in place, as though the memory or the name was far too horrible for her to recall.

"...Aphrodite."

By the time the name settled in my mind, Hestia's face lost all semblance of pacifism.

"So she's at this again!?"

The flames in her eyes grew brighter until Zoë and I were forced to turn away, lest we be incinerated.

"Hestia, please! This isn't the time."

The light dwindled down until her eyes turned to a dull orange. Still, the flames licked away at her irises, threatening to emerge once more.

"I'm sorry." She turned away and paced towards a window. The sunlight shining through looked ready to join her in a blaze of glory. "She's the center of too many issues within my family."

I pulled forward, but groaned as my back burned. Both others took notice and returned to nurture me.

"Zoë, would you please help turn him over?"

Zoë turned to me with a grimace. "Of course."

She carried out the request without once making eye contact with me. If she did, she would have noticed my silent scream when she grazed a bandage on the back of my shoulder.

"Thank you, dear."

I yelped as they pulled away the bandages. "How bad is it?"

"I'd rather not say."

A burning sensation tagged along with my stinging back. Unlike the previous attempt, her flames left tears in my eyes as they scalded along my open wounds.

"When I return, I'll have words to say with Aphrodite."

"No!" Zoë and I screeched together, though I groaned right after.

"We can't risk it," I said. "Not yet. Plus, there are still two others." I hissed and winced from her flames traveling lower. "If you confront her, we'll never find out who the other two are. Plus, we don't even know if it is her."

Hestia drew a breath. "I see your point." Her hands trailed along my lower spine. "I'll keep quiet for the time being. But if she lays so much as a finger on you, she'll learn just how hot my flames can be."

With that, she pulled her hands away. My back still burned and ached, but not to the extent it did before. I rolled over and groaned from the soreness.

"You're better off lying still for a while. The soreness should only last for a few more hours at most. I had to be sure you didn't end up paralized from spinal damage."

I offered a tired smile. "Thank you, Lady-"

"No formalities."

"... Right… Hestia. I owe you."

"With all of the suffering and exhaustion you've faced recently, you don't owe me a thing. Just please don't forget what I told you during my last visit."

I smiled in recollection. "Of course. I'll try my best."

She returned the smile and vanished in a column of flame.

Zoë and I shared a moment of awkward silence. When I realized I was still shirtless, I moved to pull up the covers.

"Don't bother. I've already seen all thou has to offer."

My cheeks burned, but I left the covers alone.

"I owe you as well. You know that, right?"

"On what charge? Carrying thee? Twas not I who bandaged thy wounds. Not I who worked and pleaded with the nymphs for some manner of remedy. Calypso and Piper hold that honor."

I scanned the room. "If that's the case, where are they? And still, you bringing me here-"

"Was a result of me being in the right place at the right time. And they are finally resting."

"Still…"

She shook her head. "Give praise to the one who sang her throat raw in an effort to heal thee. Give it to the one who wrapped thy wounds and watched over thee."

I tried to move towards her, but my leg wasn't having it.

"Stop selling yourself short. If not for you, I'd be dead."

She whipped her head around to face me with tears in her eyes. "If not for me, this would never have happened!"

I turned towards the windows. Near them, two bean bag chairs sagged in the center, as if they'd been used recently.

"You can't blame yourself for what Artemis did." I met her tearful gaze. "You heard Hestia."

She nodded, but held her grimace. "Still, I cannot forgive myself for this. If I only held my tongue. If I could take it back, I would."

Silence.

"I wouldn't."

She widened her eyes. "Art thou mad? Thou wishes to be in such a condition? Art thou some masochist?"

"The last question remains to be decided, but that's not the point. As a result of all of this, I've brought myself closer to people I never would have dreamed of."

She frowned with a raised eyebrow. "Doth thou speak of the harem or the kiss?"

"Take your pick. Of course, I wish I could be done with the whole 'forced to sleep with everyone' aspect; but the prospect of seeing so many fallen allies and friends return from the dead… Well… It was unthinkable only a few days ago."

She went still on the bed's edge and wrung her hands together, silent as an owl before striking.

"Before," she said, facing away from me, "I mentioned finding thee being a result of chance. It is not necessarily true."

I quirked an eyebrow. "How so?"

She took a breath and turned to me. "Over the past few days, I've watched over Ashe. Tis an old habit. What is the saying? 'I have a soft spot for wounded animals.'"

Before I jumped to any conclusions, I motioned for her to continue.

"Whence thou left for the forest, I followed. Curiosity, I suppose."

Here we go again…

"At first, I couldn't have been happier for her. But… when she urged thee to take her, I couldn't bring myself to look away. Though I'm not proud to admit it, I watched for a good while. All the while, I remembered the way thou made me feel yesternight."

"Should I take a guess about what your hands were doing?"

Her cheeks flared. "Perhaps…"

I shook my head with a smile on my face, but frowned upon a realization. "If you were there, then why didn't you help fight the boar?"

She dug her fingers into her crossed arms. "I left before that," she said through gritted teeth. "If only I'd seen it through to the end instead of getting cold feet."

"Look on the bright side; I'm still here. Still have all my limbs attached."

She smiled dryly. "For the moment. Still—"

"Hey, let's focus on the positive. You still managed to find me."

"In no small part to a stumbling dryad." Her smile turned genuine for a moment. "Thou left her near debilitated."

I scratched the back of my head. "Oops… I mean, if you stuck around, you could have joined in the fun."

She frowned. "Doth thou take me for some harlot?"

"Hey, I was just offering." I threw my hands up in mock surrender. "Besides, it'd be a bit poetic, don't you think?"

"Poetic?"

"The untamable huntress, Zoë Nightshade, gives away her maidenhood while in a forest."

Her lips pulled to a sad smile. "I suppose so. While I hope for that moment to pass, it will not be this day. I have other plans."

I frowned. "What's that supposed to me…?"

Predatory eyes sent my words running for the hills before they could leave my throat.

"Thy injury is my burden to bear." She crawled towards me, lean and limber, her eyes hazy. "Even if thou sayeth otherwise, I will not forgive myself. But this is a start."

The moment she reached me, a flutter of soft kisses dotted my abdomen.

"Zoë—"

"Please don't stop me." She circled her finger around my stomach.

I swallowed. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

She pressed a soft kiss against my tender abs. "Of course. I have already witnessed thy naked form. Seared into my memory it shall remain." Another kiss grazed my skin as she crawled closer to my neck. "Let me memorize the details."

Nimble fingers pawed at my chest. Inch by inch, she drew nearer to my face, a subtly aroused growl echoing in her throat. With every step, her nails grazed my skin.

Small white lines followed the paths of her nails. Each touch drew a gasp from me; each gasp drew a growl from her. Soft kisses highlighted the scars on my chest. She ensured her lips felt every single one.

"Thou art in my care now."

She latched her lips along the supple skin of my jugular. She held her position, but kissed and nibbled along my pulse point. Her soft growl sent shivers along my spine. Kneading against my chest, her nails dragged new scars to join the old. To either of my flanks, her knees locked against my ribs.

Haggard breaths punctuated her nibbling. As she drew in my scent, she licked my neck with her warm, slippery tongue. Her eyes grew heavy. For a few moments, she sniffed the raven locks of my hair, purring as she did.

Spurred by a primal instinct, she latched her fingers around my face and pulled me in for a wet, open mouthed kiss. Our tongues slipped over one anothers as her nails dug into the base of my skull. She growled and huffed as I nibbled on her tongue, yielding nothing to me as she attempted to force it deeper into my throat.

Familiar scents of nightshade berries and pine permeated the room. Spurred by her familiar musk, I deepened our kiss as she purred into my mouth and kneaded her fingers into the back of my neck. While twirling and threading her fingers, she slipped my lower lip into her mouth and nibbled along the delicate tissue.

I bucked.

She pulled away, only when she stretched my lip an inch from my face did she release it.

"Tis only the beginning of today's pleasures."

She dipped for another kiss and dragged her fingers down to my shoulders. Small white lines followed, stalled only when she kneaded my tense flesh.

"Mmm," she hummed. "So many things I could do to thee."

I forced a shallow swallow. "Such as?"

Her eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a sly smile. "Nothing thou wouldst complain of."

Licking her lips as she went, she pulled away, dragging her fingers down my chest and over my abdomen. The occasional kiss dotted her downward path, but not to the extent from before. My breath hitched as she neared my waist, her devious smile unnerving my ever growing arousal.

Her soft breaths echoed within my ears. She bit her lips and closed her eyes. A soft moan escaped her throat. When her eyes fluttered open, she cupped the ever-present bulge growing in my boxers, the only barrier separating her hand from my bare skin.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Time to pay my debt in full."

She took her time removing the cotton barrier. Every inch that revealed itself resulted in her breathing growing heavier and heavier. By the time the shorts were at my knees, she drooled ever so slightly while panting. A hazy fog of lust clouded her eyes over. She tilted her head up to me.

"Need to… need to…"

Before completing her thought, she dipped her head beneath the solid erection and buried her nose into my scrotum. While kneading my abdomen, she inhaled my scent for several prolonged seconds. When she pulled away, small tremors passed through her body while she bit her lip.

"Need to… control myself." A hand trailed down and grabbed the base of my cock. "But…"

Without another word, her warm tongue stroked my cock from the base to the tip. Slippery and wet, she lathered my delicate flesh with slow movements. All the while, she breathed in my scent, moaning as she did.

My hand reached for her dark hair, but she pulled away before I could make contact.

"No." She grabbed my hand and leaned forward. "Leave the work to me."

She crawled along my torso, peppering me with kisses once more. Halfway up, she spilled her tongue from her mouth and licked her way up. As she did, she took my remaining hand and pinned both above my head.

I lay there, vulnerable, but safe.

A small kiss dotted my cheek, my chin, my jaw, my neck. She held herself at my jugular, suckling and nibbling as breathy groans forced their way out of my mouth. My hands remained still, even after she pulled away.

For a brief moment, she straddled my chest to regain her composure. Even in her panting state, she retained the grace of a Persian princess. She ran her hands over my shoulders, and turned her head towards my pelvis. Without wasting her breath, she rolled to the side and turned her body towards my throbbing erection. While on her knees, she leaned forward and took the pulsating length in her hands while glancing back towards me. Her hand stroked me with slow motions.

"Wouldst thou prefer a better view?"

She arched her back downward and used her free hand to slip her pants over the curve of her muscular backside, which seemed to be free of any underwear as well. The firm cheeks glistened with sweat.

In our mock sixty-nine position, I wanted to grab her and bury my face between her toned cheeks. Her dripping snatch secreted a familiar scent that I wanted to indulge in once more. Still, I restrained myself. She wanted to do the work, and so I respected her wish.

She continued stroking. Every few seconds, she buried her nose into my ballsack and took a deep whiff of the musky scent. She shuddered every time she did and lathered them with her tongue as she pulled away. Her eyes grew more lidded. For a moment, she seemed to carry out every action while blind.

"Why must thy scent be so intoxicating?" She pulled a single testicle into her mouth and suckled on it.

I groaned. "I could ask you the same thing."

She pulled away with a sleepy smile and licked her lips. "My sense of smell is quite keen after all the past millennia. But thy scent…"

She trailed off as her gaze fell to the erection in her hands. While biting her lip, she continued pumping the shaft.

"So… so…"

After an agonizingly long wait, she lowered her head towards my erection and parted her lips around the head of my cock. Her warm mouth squelched as she pressed the pulsing dick further inside. She failed to take it all, despite her efforts to do so.

When she was certain she couldn't lodge me in her throat, she pulled back and let her tongue massage the underside of my shaft. A small flick greeted my bulbous head as she dislodged me from her mouth.

For a few seconds, she panted. The wet patch beneath her leaking pussy lips grew in size. Her eyes gave me a once over before she slid my dick back into her mouth.

The first few bobs of her head resulted in loud squelches, but she tightened her lips around me to silence them. The increased pressure drew a muttered groan from my throat, but she didn't seem to hear it.

As she bobbed, she stroked every inch of the shaft not in her mouth. Her body rocked back and forth as she dove her head deeper.

"Mmfgh." She moaned while sucking and stroking, causing both of our eyes to roll up.

"Gods, Zoë. You're incredible."

She held her vacuum like grip for a few more seconds before pulling away. A wild sultry gaze bored into me.

"Calypso has told me of thy preferences. For example…"

She returned her head to mine and wiggled the tip of her tongue directly beneath the base of my head. A jolt of electricity shot through my veins, nearly driving me to force my dick down her throat.

She hummed. "But I like this more."

Her lips parted around the shaft and she took me into her mouth once more. Her tongue slid along the bottom as she bobbed and sucked. On the rare occasion that she pulled back, her tongue circled the head and scooped up any dribbling precum.

She sped up her bobbing, drooling as she did. Eyes rolled up and pussy dripping, she bobbed and stroked like her life depended on it. My throbbing cockhead bashed against the back of her mouth, but she didn't once whimper or cry out in discomfort. Rather, she sped up every time it did until the head peeked its way into the entrance of her throat.

"Hmm?" Her eyes bugged as the shaft slipped further into her throat against her will. She made efforts to pull away, but all she managed to do was cough and gag as the intruder slid halfway down her throat.

My pelvis pressed against her chin, my balls against her nose. She coaxed my cock with swallows and coughs, but she failed to remove it. Her eyes rolled up from the overwhelming sensations.

My hips bucked, forcing her eyes open. The sudden motion resulted in her pulling away just enough for the pulsing phallus to slide out of her throat and mouth. She coughed and spluttered, drooling all over the proud erection. With hunger in her eyes, she spent only a few seconds catching her breath before plunging my dick back into her mouth.

Her pussy quivered and her legs trembled as she sucked and bobbed. A shaky hand returned to stroke the unattended flesh of my dick. She twisted and pumped her hand along the lubricated shaft as her mouth attended the first few inches. Her remaining hand reached around and massaged my balls.

Precum spilled into her mouth as she continued. Each drop made her bob faster and faster until her head seemed like nothing but a warm, wet blur of pleasure massaging my dick towards a looming climax.

Drool and precum spilled from her mouth as her lips slid up and down my cock. The ever increasing wetness resulted in slobbery slurps as she attempted to take in every inch once more. She failed to do so, but her efforts didn't go unnoticed.

I lay back, relaxed. Still, I could feel my limit approaching. My hips thrusted, matching the rhythm of her bobbing head.

"I'm," I groaned, "I'm going to…" My head rolled back as her pace quickened.

She pulled her head away, but kept her hand in place, pumping and twisting along the lubricated shaft.

"Thou art in need of climax?" she asked, her voice heavy with arousal.

My hips jerked forward as she continued pumping and twisting. Her hands slid across the slippery length with a quickening pace.

"Do it. Mark me as yours."

My body went rigid as she overloaded my senses. Short spasms rippled across my pelvis as the first of many pearly ropes splurged from my cockhead. By the time the cum splashed her cheek, she enveloped my spurting dick with her mouth. The remaining several shots spewed forth as waves of relaxation pulsed across my entire body. Zoë caught every drop of cum with a satisfied moan. She pulled away and swallowed it all.

"Mmm." She tilted her gaze towards me. "Slimy, yet satisfying."

The remaining semen on her cheek was quickly scooped up. She bridged it across two fingers before taking a deep inhale of its smell. With a dreamy smile, she stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked down the last traces of my cum.

I attempted to regain my breath, but I couldn't deny the need to sleep.

"You sure you don't want me to return the favor?" I brushed a finger across her dripping pussy lips. After licking her sweet juices from my finger, I rested a hand on her firm buttocks and squeezed the toned flesh.

"Hmm." She offered me a sly smile. "Tempting, but not now." She crawled towards me and pulled the blankets over me. "For now, rest. Thou art in great need of it."

My argument stuck in my throat when she kissed my cheek. A bright mirth glowed in her eyes as she pulled her pants back up. I hardly realized when she reached the door. My head swam with the relaxing pleasure she gave me. By the time the door closed behind her, my eyes sealed shut for a much needed power nap.