Ocean Sapphires

A little short one for y’all today from the G&A universe.

CW: sex
Tags: Overstim, oral sex, coming untouched, throatfucking

The fifth night she wear sapphire blue satin trimmed in black lace — it barely covers her ass; and has cute little bows holding the top together so it doesn’t gape open and reveal her breasts.

Well she knows that’s probably not gonna last long but still; she hums a cheery tune as she slides a slightly more appropriate gown over the chemise — she has a suspicion her god will one day want her to be comfortable enough to not bother with such things but that’s far off.

And unless he makes a direct demand she will do as she pleases. She’s not worried about saying no — and fuck — she offers up a quiet prayer of happiness for that; knowing that it’ll make him smile, even without the context she knows already she’ll give him one day.

He is waiting for her, stretched out lazily on top of the brocade quilt all naked gorgeousness, watching her with intense eyes as she locks the door, strips off the outer garment dropping it carelessly on the floor and oh how his gaze burns as he takes in the way the satin hides so little of her and he beckons her; “come here, sweet acolyte.”

Stepping up to the bed she swings herself up next to him. “You seem like you have something you want” he says lilting it in question. “I want you.” She says and is proud of how her voice barely trembles. “Can I please?”
“Anything you want sweetheart”

She nods once, and then sprawls gracefully over him, straddling his chest so that he has an excellent view as she strokes one hand up his thigh and presses a gentle almost teasing kiss to the tip of his cock; the reverence in it though, that catches his attention.

Starting off slowly she swirls her tongue, uses her fingers and begins to touch and taste him; her mind running a quiet litany of how good it feels to have his cock in her mouth even as she presses her whole body closer to him molding herself against him — her own pleasure builds in waves as she picks up a little tempo and her god watches her, one hand sliding gently along the soft skin of her thigh.

“Fuck. You’re so wet — you’re really enjoying this aren’t you.”
He feels her pause for a moment and then she takes him all the way in; one smooth motion that makes him shout; and she comes — “sweetheart, fuck, oh that’s so good. You’re so good to me.”

She hums agreement around where she’s massaging his length with her tongue and reaches back one of her hands to find his — guides it to her hair and pulls back to the tip, then slides back down pushing on his hand as she does so.

“Oh. Oh yes.”he tangles her hair firmly into his grip, and then when she starts to move up stops her, pushing her back down around his cock so that she chokes a little. “my hymnmaker. My acolyte. Such a good sweet giving thing you are for me. You gonna come again?” He growls the question not expecting an answer “you’re gonna come with just your mouth on my cock and my hand in your hair because you’re mine aren’t you.”

She whimpers in agreement. He lets her pull back so she can catch her breath, his cock still resting against the tip of her tongue, “yes. Fuck. Yours.” She gasps it out “also. Fucking close.”

“Mmm,” her god hums and then pushes her back down and holds her there; “then come for me won’t you?” She follows his orders; coming again, the wetness of it spreading over his torso and glistening on her thighs. “that it, that’s my good girl.”

“again.” It’s a rough-toned whisper from a throat that’s already getting sore from the way he’s using her but she needs and wants this — wants to come again and again until she’s overstimulated and a mess — the idea slides across to her god in thought and he laughs, dark and raw and that sound already has warmth pooling in her body and it’s unfair that he’s this sexy.

“blessed are the hymnmakers,” he chants, his grip shifting to be more gentle, guiding rather than forcing the pace for a little while, “for they are the most devoted in their worship.” He grunts and sighs as her clever fingers slip down to gently play with his balls, “blessed are the songwriters for they create beauty with every breath.”

“blessed is my acolyte in her gifts to me.” The final line floods her with an endorphin rush — his power pouring over her hair like oil, seeping into every inch of her. “for in giving she will find her every reward.” And with that she comes for him; undone with pleasure as he starts fucking into her throat in earnest. Her god feels her tremble and her nails digging into his thighs — he realises that she’s pretty far gone; she’s still usually a bit wary of letting go of her control.

Which is suspiciously ironclad but then, she’d been freelancing for quite a while and that required a will of absolute steel. So he takes great enjoyment in finding ways to break her grip on it — whether like the previous night where it was with a gentle kind of mindless thought or tonight’s rawer passion he delighted in the fact that he could cause such a reaction in his acolyte.

“come on, there’s my good girl, my devoted beautiful acolyte.” He encouraged her, wanting her to come once more before his climax hit — “come on, getting close.” He felt the wisp of a prayer from her — a single thought, together.

Oh oh yesss, he bucked up into her mouth uncaring of how she choked especially because she was muffling screams of delighted pleasure against his cock with every thrust. Come on come on come on….

They came within moments of each other, and she carefully swallowed down every last drop, gently pulling off and licking up the few that had spilled over due to the angle.

She rested her head against his thigh for a moment, sated and spent and heard her god chuckle. “come here,” he said and pulled her gently until she was curled up on his chest, one arm firmly around her waist and the other teasing at the little bows.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart.” He told her gently, almost crooning the words “such a good, clever, wonderful mouth. my silver-tongued acolyte” And she shivered against him, hiding her blushing cheeks by burying her head in his shoulder as he chuckled.

Her god used his power to bring them both some water –a frivolous use but she was far too tired and lazy to care and she let herself relax in his arms which felt like warmth and safety and he commanded her to stay.

So she did. Until he fell asleep, then she left as softly as she had entered.