One Year Later

I gasp as my pleasure crests. Aries’ hands are all over me, his cocks, his mouth…

Pity it’s not real.

I switch off my vibrator, throwing it on the bed beside me, and keep my eyes firmly shut.

I’m not ready to greet the day yet. Dawn is only breaking outside. I can see the light through my eyelids. But my emerging fashion company won’t run itself. We’re still small, but it pays the bills. And it was my dream, only a year ago.

These days all I dream about is him. That night with Aries has haunted me, and he was right - no other man has come close. Although he was the God, he made me feel worshipped.

I sigh. Can’t avoid it forever. I open my eyes. Light streams through lightweight curtains in my open and spacious bedroom.

After years of living in cramped apartments, I bought my mum the biggest suburban house I could find. Then I bought my version of it down the road. Now I live in my dream home, complete with a small patch of woods that reminds me of my time with Aries.

Aries… who is standing by my bed.

I blink hard. He’s holding my vibrator and looking at it curiously. He turns it on and looks amused by the buzzing.

“Are you real?” I ask.

He turns off the vibrator and looks at me. I had forgotten how those golden eyes felt, fixed on me, and my heart pounds in my chest as he kneels on the corner of my bed.

“Oh yes, my sacrifice, very real. I’m called by worship. That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it?”

He’s so close I can smell him and feel his hot breath. I’ve dreamed of him for so long, it’s hard to believe he’s really here. I reach out a hand and touch his lips. He captures my wrist with a hand and brings my fingers to his mouth, sucking at them and reminding me how big his tongue is.

I don’t bother stifling a moan at the pure desire that shoots through my core, remembering the touch of that tongue on my sex. When his other hand reaches out and strokes my wet sex, it only takes a few quick strokes along my clitoris before I’m gasping. Through it all, I keep my gaze pinned to his, soaking in the raw hunger I missed even in my fantasies of him as I suckle on his fingers.

“Ah, I have missed you, my beautiful sacrifice,” he says, as he presses two fingers inside my sex, and two deeply into my mouth. My legs fall open shamelessly. Oh, how I missed the feel of him inside me - even his fingers. Any part of him.

“I can manifest for the lifetime of my sacrifice, if they choose to worship and honor me while they live,” he says, as his fingers mercilessly find all the right places. My mind processes this new information, even as my eyes flutter closed at his touch. I had thought I’d only had him for one night, and on that night, I was glad for it. But since then… the pleasure in my body shuts out my musing and I make needy, primal sounds around his fingers.

“Is that what you choose, my sacrifice?” he asks, his voice fierce. He presses a third finger into my sex while his thumb runs gentle circles on my clitoris. I whimper as the best orgasm I’ve had in a year shudders through my body, clenching my sex around his fingers while I suckle at the fingers on his other hand.

Holy shit.

He gently pulls all his fingers out of me and I collapse back onto the bed. “Yes, my Lord,” I gasp. “That is what I choose.”

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