Kalliope's Awakening (3 page)

He gently tugged the material over her breasts, he made a sound deep in his throat as Kalliope’s full breasts came into sight. He brought his head down to her breasts, tracing her nipples with his tongue, and flicking his tongue against her sensitive nubs. He took her nipple into his mouth, pulling it slightly between his teeth, making Kalliope’s knees go weak.

She could feel everything pull directly to her groin.

Kalliope looked down at Damianos, her breath catching in her throat from the erotic show before her. Damianos groaned again and again as he sucked her breasts and forced her tiny tipples to ripen and peak in his mouth.

Running her nails through his hair, Kalliope tilted her head back and closed her eyes, the feeling was so exquisite that she knew she was already wet and ready for Damianos.

The build up had been long enough. She needed Damianos to fuck her.

Still focused on her breasts, Damianos pulled her dress completely down until it landed in a soft and colorful pile at her feet. Nude, besides her jewelry and sandals, Kalliope felt wanton and horny, her body open and ready for Damianos to use any way he wanted.

Hungrily, he ran his hands across the smooth of her belly, and along her creamy thighs, making sure to keep his fingers just out of reach of her aching sex. His hands glided across her hips, and dug into the flesh of her backside, pulling Kalliope to him, her sex fitting against the hard mass between his legs.

“Oh!” Kalliope gasped as she felt Damianos’ cock press through his cloak and against her sex. Desperate for more stimulation, she began to grind against Damianos.

“Eager are we?” he chuckled, gently pushing her hips away from him. Kalliope pouted, and instead ran her hands over her own breasts, making Damianos’ eyes widen as he watched her fondle herself.

“Do you like touching yourself?” he breathed.

Kalliope nodded and moaned, pinching her nipples between her own two fingers.

“Sit on the bed.”

Excited from his fist order, Kalliope sat down, nearly panting for more.

Damianos kneeled beside her, pulling her calf towards him, and running his tongue up and down her skin, making her shudder with delight. With exaggerated slowness, he unlaced her sandal, and carelessly tossed it on the floor. He placed her foot down and moved towards her other leg, performing the same routine.

Once her shoes had been removed, Damianos stood up and pushed Kalliope flat on the bed. He spread her legs and moved between them, towering over Kalliope. He swiftly undid his belt and tossed it on the floor, his eyes never leaving Kalliope’s face. He yanked his cloak off and tossed that to the floor as well.

Kalliope squirmed on the bed.

Damianos was all business, and his lust for her was burning behind his bright blue eyes.

Kalliope drank in every glorious detail of Damianos’ naked body. The thickness of his biceps, and the veins that ran down the inside of his forearms. The broadness of his chest, and the flat muscles of his stomach. He had a dark treasure trail from his navel to his groin, and Kalliope’s eyes moved down until they rested on her favorite part of his body.

His cock was long and thick, with a swollen pink head. It looked absolutely divine and she salivated at the thought of taking him in her mouth. She remembered how thick and warm he felt in her mouth, and how she had licked every inch of him before hollowing her cheeks and working his shaft.

As she looked at his lean and muscular legs, she imagined what it would be like to have Damianos use them to thrust inside of her, taking her with powerful strokes.

“You want me.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement, and Kalliope nodded all-too eagerly. There was no hiding her feelings.

“Touch yourself. I want to see your hands all over your pussy.”

Kalliope obeyed, sliding her hands down her stomach. She spread herself open with one hand, and allowed her other hand to caress her sex.

Riveted, Damianos’ hand automatically moved to his cock, and he stroked himself in long, slow motions as he watched Kalliope masturbate.

“Rub your clit,” he ordered.

Kalliope obeyed, using two fingers to stroke herself. She moved her hands quickly against her body and she closed her eyes and moaned softly, feeling her loss of control as Damianos dictated her movements.

“Slide one finger into your pussy,” he croaked.

Again, Kalliope followed his order, sliding her one finger deep within herself.

Oh, yes.

She was sopping wet for him.

She pushed her finger in and out, and she opened her eyes so she could look directly at Damianos. She was going to give him exactly what he wanted.

“Two fingers.”

His voice was barely a whisper, and Kalliope pulled her finger out and then displayed two fingers for Damianos to see. She then pushed those two fingers inside herself, and bit her lip to stifle the moan of pleasure. She looked to see Damianos stroking himself faster.

“Three.”

Kalliope had never tried three fingers before, but she didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. She pushed three of her fingers into her tight, warm and pussy and this time she couldn’t help the loud cry that erupted from her throat.

“Yes, Kalliope,” he panted, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he stroked himself faster. “You love it, don’t you? I know how much you like it. I know how badly you want me to tell you want to do. You like following my orders, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she cried out, her body writhing in her frenzied state, her nerve endings firing out of control, “I love it!”

“Come!” he barked.

Kalliope fell over the brink, bucking and shaking uncontrollably as her fingers rubbed fast against her clit. Damianos dived on top of her, burying his face deep in her pussy and she screamed from the overload of sensations.

His lips and tongue were everywhere and Kalliope came harder, trembling wildly as she cried Damianos’ name again and again. Her orgasm ebbed and flowed, and finally she was only panting softly, her chest rising and falling, as she squirmed from the insistent licking of Damianos’ tongue.

“No more,” she gasped, “I need a minute.”

“No.”

Kalliope grabbed at the sheets, and twisted on the bed as she tried to absorb the pleasure. Her sex was so sensitive, but she was learning now, and she knew that Damianos didn’t care; he was going to make her come again.

She let go, and allowed herself to feel Damianos all over her. His hands slid between her legs, pushing and opening, pulling and tugging, while his mouth moved all over her. The onslaught of his fingers, lips and tongue was nearly more than she could take, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before Damianos made her come again.

Damianos pulled off her and Kalliope cried out in surprise. He reached down into his cloak, and pulled out a scrap of material from his pocket.

“I don’t want you to see this,” he explained.

He moved to her head, and wrapped the material around her eyes, knotting it in the back.

Kalliope’s world had gone dark, and she opened her mouth to protest. Damianos was too quick, and he laid his finger against her mouth.

“No sound.”

No sound at all? Was she allowed to moan?

Damianos moved back to her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth, and holding her tightly there. Kalliope cried out and moaned loudly.

“No sound,” he repeated.

Clamping, her mouth shut, Kalliope felt every sensation, which was now heightened by her loss of vision. And not only that, but she was unable to make any sound. Her body thrashed on the bed as Damianos held her down and thrust his tongue deep into her slit.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb against her swollen nub as his tongue fucked her again and again...Kalliope felt herself spinning wildly out of control.

She was at the complete mercy of Damianos, and he possessed her both mentally and physically. She could only see blackness, and she was fighting a losing battle against her approaching orgasm.

“Damianos,” she begged, she knew that she wasn’t supposed to speak.

He responded only by sucking her harder, and just when Kalliope was about to give up and come...

“Argh!” she screamed, letting her orgasm crash over her like a massive tidal wave. It took control of her body, sending rolls of pleasure across her as she bucked and thrashed, her breasts bouncing violently against her chest. Her thighs trembled, and Damianos’ kept his mouth glued to her sex, lapping up her juices.

The pleasure didn’t let up, and it seemed like an eternity, before she felt her body stop shaking. She lay panting on the bed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat from the physical exhaustion of multiple orgasms.

Damianos kissed up her navel, leaving wet marks along her skin. He pulled off her blindfold and Kalliope blinked as her eyes adjusted to the flood of light.

She saw his eyes were a fierce, piercing blue and his lips were shiny with her arousal.

He kissed her hard, and Kalliope could taste herself on his tongue.

“I’ve been waiting so long to fuck you,” he said into her mouth.

Kalliope pressed her tongue into his mouth in response.

Running his hand through her soaking sex, he groaned with appreciation.

“You are more than ready for me now.”

He leaned back onto his knees and pushed Kalliope’s legs further apart. Gripping himself around the base of his cock, he gently pushed against Kalliope’s sex in teasing strokes.

Then, in one sharp thrust, he plunged into her, filling her in every way possible with his thick girth.

“Argh!” Kalliope cried, arching off the bed. She sank back down as Damianos pulled out of her and then he pushed into her once more, making sure she felt every inch of him as he stayed nestled deep within her. He let himself sit inside her, until Kalliope struggled under his weight, desperate for more of him.

Damianos gave her what she wanted.

He pushed into her with strong, powerful strokes, his hands reaching down and splaying across her belly and grabbing at her breasts.

He dropped onto his elbows, kissing her on the mouth as he bucked his hips hard against her, driving his cock into her over and over again.

Kalliope had never been so wet, and she could feel Damianos slide easily in and out of her slick pussy. He dropped his weight onto her, thrusting harder as he gripped her thighs, and pried them further apart.

Pulling out, he flipped Kalliope over to her stomach, pulled her behind up by her hips, and pushed into her pussy. Holding onto her ass, he pumped into her, squeezing at her backside, as he slid deliciously against her sensitive perineum area. He reached around and played with her clit as he slid effortlessly in and out of her tight pussy.

He reached up with his other hand and gathered all of her hair in his fist. He wrapped it twice around his wrist and gave her hair a soft yank. She cried out in surprise as her head tugged backwards.

“Yes!” Damianos gasped.

Kalliope cried out from the pleasure and pain as Damianos forcefully took her over and over.

Pulling his hand off her clit, he smacked her backside as he tugged her hair.

It was nothing like the spankings Spyro had given her, she was actually enjoying this. Kalliope moaned wantonly, desperate for Damianos to spank her again.

Her backside reddened from his slaps, and with each tug of her hair she felt herself push higher towards release.

Damianos flipped her back over, grabbed her arms and held them tightly together over her head.

Using all his force, he thrust into her, pumping into her with angry passion. Her breasts pushed against his chest as Damianos thrusted as hard as he could, knocking against her womb and making her shout with unbridled pleasure.

“Kalliope!” he cried out, his voice strangled.

He tightened his grip on her wrists, and drove into her even harder.

Kalliope lost all control, shattering into a million pieces as she came again.

Damianos came swiftly after, pumping into her two more times, before exploding within her, his pulsing cock emptied into her throbbing and clenching sex. With each pulsing release she could feel his hot, salty liquid pour into her. She relished in the feeling of being filled with his seed.

There was so much of Damianos that his semen began to leak out around his cock and down her thighs. Damianos ran his fingers in it, and smeared it down her chin and neck, across her breasts and stomach.

“You are mine,” he whispered, before pulling out and rolling off her.

They lay side by side, each trying to catch their breath.

Kalliope kept playing things over and over in her mind.

It was the most intense sex she had ever experienced.

And she wanted more.

She loved how dirty she had felt when Damianos had marked her with his fluids. There was something feral and wild about it, and Kalliope knew that their time together was only just beginning.

Damianos rolled onto his elbows so he could look at her.

“I can only think of you,” he admitted. “As I work during the day, my thoughts drift to you. As I meet with business partners, and land owners, all I can think about is coming to you at night.”

Kalliope gave him a lazy smile. This strange relationship with him was unlike anything she had ever known. She had always had rules about getting too attached to customers, even though she had crushed on a few, but she had broken every rule for Damianos.

“I can’t come to you every night, but I want to come to you as many nights as I can. Is that alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, her heart skipping a beat.

“I have more money than I know what to do with. I will give you anything you want. That is why I wanted you in this beautiful room. I know you have some gowns coming, but I want to order you more. You deserve the finest gifts.’’

Kalliope nodded tentatively. “Why are you doing all of this?” she asked, sitting up to look at him.

Damianos looked away. “Because you make me feel something that I thought was long dead inside me.”

Overcome with emotion, and feeling marvelously well fucked, Kalliope leaned in and kissed Damianos. He kissed her back and then pulled her to him.