Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty-Eight - Jartre
A few minutes later, she exits the closet with her clothes bundled in her arms, wearing one of my white cotton tees. It reaches her knees like an oversized dress, and yet I can’t take my eyes off her. Her wavey golden hair is glowing, her mint, glacial eyes are twinkling, accentuated by the makeup on her face and I’m in complete awe of her. She may be human, but when I look at her all I can see is a Goddess.
“Where can I put these?” she asks, gesturing to her clothes.
“Anywhere you like.”
She looks around and places her clothes in a pile on the large ottoman in front of the bed, then points to the door by the TV. “Bathroom, right?” I nod, and she makes her way into the bathroom. “Oh, come on!” she shouts.
I chuckle, and glance over at the bathroom door, “Now what?”
She steps into the doorway looking at me in disbelief, “You have a crystal bathtub! It looks like there’s a giant geode in the middle of the bathroom.”
I smile at the adorable look on her face. It’s like her mind can’t figure out whether to be amazed or disgusted. It’s so fucking cute.
“It reminds me of home,” I smile at her.
She frowns in confusion, “I don’t follow.”
“Finish in the bathroom and then I’ll explain.”
“Shopping mall closets, crystal bathtubs, what’s next? Toilet throne?” she comments to herself, closing the door while she uses the bathroom.
If she thinks this place is opulent, she’d faint if she ever saw Merlos’s house. Probably have a heart attack if she ever saw our realm.
In no time at all, she exits the bathroom, comes over and lays down on the bed beside me. She snuggles up to me and rests her head on my chest, my skin burning from the contact and instantly putting my body at ease. I free my hand from behind my head and lazily run my fingers through her hair, loving how soft the strands feel between my fingers.
“How are your feet feeling?”
“Throbbing like a son of a bitch, but thank you for asking,” she says smiling up at me.
I shift my body, lifting her with ease and propping her up against the pillows. I place her feet in my lap and hold out my hand as a bottle of massage oil appears in my palm. I place it on the bed, pump a few drops into my palms, and begin to massage the oil into her feet, being sure to be cautious with the pressure.
“Holy crap…” she drawls, her body sinking into the pillows as her eyes roll back.
I chuckle, but continue to massage her feet, “You like this, I take it.”
“That feels unbelievable. Mmm, I can’t remember the last time I had a massage.”
“I would gladly do this for you whenever you want. I don’t mind having an excuse to touch you,” I smirk.
She opens her eyes and smiles warmly at me, “That’s incredibly romantic, but you don’t have to do that. You don’t need to pamper me all the time.”
“You don’t like being pampered?”
“I’m not insane, of course, I love being pampered. I just don’t want you to feel that you have to do stuff like this all the time to get me to like you or trust you,” she says gently.
“Gabriella, anything I do for you, I don’t do to buy you affection. I do it because I can, and I want to. I want to show you that I care about you, and I genuinely enjoy touching you any way I can,” I say as I focus on some of her pressure points.
“Fuck… me, you really know what you’re doing,” she cries out pleasurably.
I would very much like to fuck her right here and right now. Resisting those urges is more torturous than I ever could have imagined, but I know what will happen the moment we take that step, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that. More accurately, I’m not ready for what that will do to her. I’m a God, I can take it. She’s human. What if it’s too much for her? What if feeling my emotions, even just a hint of them, kills her? I remember what happened to Yildiz and she was a fucking irshiust.
“What’s wrong?” she suddenly asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I look over to see her watching me with confusion.
“Nothing,” I say, giving her a smile as I continue to work her feet.
“You zoned out.”
“Just had something on my mind. Don’t worry.”
She analyses me for a moment and then lets her eyes wander around the room as if looking for something. “What did you mean when you said it reminds you of home?”
“Do you remember me telling you a bit about my realm?” I ask. She nods, listening intently. “My realm is filled with colours that don’t exist on Earth. Pink waterfalls that glitter and shine, plants of shapes and colours too wonderful to be believed and a sky that’s painted with every colour to ever exist,” I say, the pride and awe I feel for my home resonating in my words. I would love to be able to show Gabriella my home one day if that were ever possible.
She smiles, captivated by my every word, “That sounds… amazing. I’m trying to picture it but I’m sure I’m not doing it justice.”
“My words don’t even do it justice. Each of us has our own homes or bedrooms, I suppose you could say, but it’s an oversimplification. These rooms are made of crystal, and in many ways are an extension of us.”
“What do you mean?” she asks curiously.
“The form you see now is not my true form. We have many forms, but only one true form.”
“What’s your true form then?” she slowly asks.
“Pure celestial energy, so powerful and overwhelming that for anyone other than a God to look upon it would cause their brains to explode.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, you can keep that form to yourself. I like my brain intact.”
“This body is… it’s like a vessel, but it’s one I made and for the most part, I can alter it however I wish. The only things I can’t alter are my hair and my eyes. I can create illusions to change how people see them, but I can’t actually change them.”
“How come? Does that mean you can’t even dye your hair at a salon?”
I shake my head, “My eyes reflect the celestial blood that flows through these veins, and my hair represents my celestial form. It’s why each God has such specific and unique hair.”
“Is that also why you’re so tall?” she teases.
I smile, letting out a brief chuckle, “Actually, yes. That’s a lot of energy to pack into one form. It would be harder to fit that energy into something smaller.”
“Like buying too much on holiday and trying to shove it all in your suitcase,” she nods, “That actually makes a lot of sense.”
“You really don’t find any of this scary?” I ask curiously.
“I find it pretty cool, to be honest. I like the idea that I’m discovering a side of human history that so few know about. It’s like getting the keys to the Chocolate Factory,” she says brightly.
“I don’t understand that reference.”
“Billions of years old and you couldn’t find a single day to watch Willy Wonka,” she says shaking her head.
“How about you make a list of movies you think I should watch, and we can make our way through them together?”
“If you’re trying to make me fall in love with you, you’re going about it the right way,” she says with a mischievous smile.
Slowly I crawl between her legs, hovering over her as her pupils dilate and her heart begins to pound in her chest, “Are you saying you’re falling in love with me?” I ask, looking deep into her mesmerising eyes.
She gulps as she lets her hands slowly glide up my chest, leaving a delicious burn in their wake. “It’s a strong possibility,” she whispers.
I slowly press my body down against hers, watching the way her eyes briefly close in pleasure. Her hands slowly slide around my sides and make their way up my back as I continue to stare at this magnificent woman, utterly captivated by her very existence. I lift my hand and let my fingers ever so lightly run up her thigh, pushing up the hem of her shirt and gliding over her hips, immediately registering that she’s decided once again to devoid herself of panties. A fact I very much love.
“Do you ever wear panties?” I ask.
“I don’t like wearing them to bed,” she says in a soft breath as the scent of her arousal hits me and begins to cloud my senses.
I lean down and slowly run my tongue up her neck, relishing the heady taste of her. “I don’t think I like you wearing them at all,” I whisper as I softly suck on her neck.
She lets out a soft moan while her hips begin to buck beneath me, speaking her needs loudly to me.
“You… saying I should go commando? Why?”
“Quicker access so I can taste you whenever I want,” I say, devouring her lips with mine, my tongue invading her mouth claiming every inch of it.
A deep moan rumbles in her throat, as she returns my kiss hungrily, her tongue moving against mine with insatiable yearning as her nails glide down my back. My sweet little Starlight probably put all her force into that action, and yet to me it just felt like a delicious tingle to my nervous system. What I wouldn’t give to feel her nails claw at my back with fierce abandon.
I fist her plump ass in my hand, squeezing it as I press my hardened cock against her pussy, my sweatpants acting as the only barrier between us as I feel her juices soak through the fabric, driving me crazy. I grind my covered cock against her, my tongue consuming her mouth possessively as she fights to match me. Her tongue caressing my own as her breathy moans fill my ears. I grind harder against her, squeezing her ass as my free hand dives under her shirt, cupping her perfect breast in my hand as I knead it forcefully. She mewls at my touch, her body arching against me, screaming its need loud and clear. A need I badly share. I crave burying myself deep inside her, feeling her warm walls milking my cock the way it has to my fingers. I want to drench her inside with my cum, as she screams her throat raw in my ear… and yet I can’t. I just can’t take that risk.
I flip onto my back, pulling her on top of me, “Straddle my face,” I order.
Looking dazed, she catches her breath. Slowly she crawls higher up my body until her dripping, glistening pussy is hovering over my mouth. She removes the shirt from her body, tossing it, giving me the most exquisite view to look up at as she places her hands on the padded wall, bracing herself for what she knows is to come.
“Don’t you dare make me pass out again,” she warns breathlessly.
I hold her thighs in place, breathing in her delectable scent. “I make no promises,” I say as I slowly run my tongue up her soaked pussy, groaning when I taste her juices coating my tongue. She lets out a salacious moan as I watch her head roll back. I pull her pussy down on my face, locking her in place as I dive my tongue inside her.
Tonight I will make her come again and again and again. I will work her body raw until my desire to fuck her senseless dissipates. And with how strong my desire is, my sweet little human is in for a hell of a night.