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Chapter 166: Chapter 166: The Taste Of A Goddess (2)

“Mmph!” She pounded on his chest, but the sensation of his tongue swirling against hers was short-circuiting her divine wrath.

Sol didn’t stop. He tilted his head, deepening the angle, sealing their mouths together so tightly that no air could escape. He engaged in a wet, sloppy exchange of fluids. He sucked the saliva from her mouth, drinking her taste greedily, and pushed his own fluids into her, forcing her to swallow him.

The sound of their wet, clashing tongues filled the silence… slick, lewd noises of saliva being exchanged, of lips smacking together.

He pulled back just a fraction of an inch, a string of silver saliva connecting their lips, glistening in the light of her glowing eyes.

“You really taste,” Sol rasped, his eyes dark with obsession, staring at her wet, swollen lips, “like fire.”

Before she could form a retort, before she could summon her power to push him away, he dove back in. He sucked on her lower lip, biting it gently, then plunged his tongue back into her mouth, intent on drowning her in his taste until she forgot she was a Goddess and remembered she was a woman.

Isylia made a muffled sound of pure fury against his mouth, her hands clawing at his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscle. She tried to summon her light, to burn him where he stood, but the sheer, overwhelming biological shock of his tongue swirling against hers scattered her concentration like dust in a gale.

She tried to bite him. Her sharp teeth clamped down on his invading lower lip, hard enough to break the skin.

The taste of copper bloomed in their mouths, mixing with the sweet, nectar-like taste of her saliva.

But instead of recoiling, Sol groaned into her mouth, a low, guttural vibration that shook her very core. The pain didn’t deter him; it fueled him. It was a catalyst.

“Yes,” he growled against her lips, smearing the drop of blood across her cheek as he twisted his head to deepen the angle. “Fight me. Bite me.”

He used one hand to grip her jaw, his fingers digging into her cheeks to force her mouth open wider. He didn’t just want access; he wanted total surrender.

He surged forward again, his tongue plunging deep into her throat, triggering a soft gag reflex that made her eyes water. He used the moment to latch onto her tongue again. He sucked on it with a rhythmic, powerful pressure, pulling it into his own mouth, treating the divine muscle like a piece of fruit to be juiced.

Slurp. Suck. Smack.

The sounds were lewd, wet, and echoing in the small space between them. It was the sound of primal hunger dismantling dignity.

Isylia’s knees buckled. The sensation of him sucking on her tongue sent a jolt of electricity straight down her spine, bypassing her rational mind and hitting her dormant pleasure centers. Her struggles weakened, her hands slipping from pushing him away to gripping his tunic for support.

Sol sensed the shift. He capitalized on it instantly.

He withdrew his tongue, leaving her gasping for air, her mouth wet and red, her chest heaving. A thick string of mixed saliva and a drop of blood connected their lips.

Isylia stared at him, her solar eyes wide, pupils dilated, her expression a mix of horror and arousal. “You… you beast…”

“Well, I won’t deny that, seeing you like this, I doubt any man can stay sane.” Sol whispered.

He didn’t give her time to recover. He leaned in and licked the bridge of saliva connecting them, catching it on his tongue before smashing his lips back onto hers.

This time, he flooded her.

He gathered the saliva in his mouth and pushed it into hers, a warm, slick invasion that forced her to swallow. He swept the inside of her cheeks, licked her gums, and tangled his tongue with hers in a messy, wet dance. He was devouring her, eating her gasps, drinking her protests.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, their faces inches apart, sharing the same hot, humid breath. Her lips were swollen, slick with his spit, bruised from his teeth.

“Look at you,” Sol murmured, his thumb brushing her wet lower lip, dragging it down to expose her teeth. “Covered in me. Tasting me.”

Isylia trembled, her golden eyes burning with a confusing mix of hatred and a dark, rising heat. She wanted to incinerate him. She wanted him to never stop.

“I will kill you for this,” she breathed, but she leaned forward.

Sol smirked, dark and predatory. “Then I gotta make this chance count.”

He leaned in and captured her lips.

…

After a long sensual minute laden with struggle, he felt a change. Obviously, not a surrender, there was no way she was gonna surrender so soon, but a reaction. A small, involuntary shiver ran through her frame. Her breath caught. Her body, betraying her divine mind, reacted to the stimulation. She moaned involuntarily into his mouth, her arms tightened around his waist, and her nails digging into his back.

She was trying to push him away, but he instead of backing down, pushed further into her impossibly soft body.

She shuddered, the sheer novelty of physical intimacy… of heat, of friction, of being held by something other than gravity… was overloading her senses.

Sol broke the kiss, gasping for air. A string of saliva connected them, glowing faintly with golden light before it broke.

He looked at her. Her lips were swollen, bitten red. Her face was flushed a deep, cosmic purple.

And almost immediately, her clouded eyes regained clarity and a horrified look appeared on her divine face. She frantically wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Violator!” she wheezed, her eyes watering. “You… you stole my breath! How dare you put your filthy tongue into my mouth!?”

“You’re blushing,” Sol pointed out, grinning.

“I am overheating from rage!” she yelled, though the flush on her chest said otherwise.

“Liar,” Sol grinned.

He moved his hands down her back, tracing the deep curve of her spine through the thin fabric. He reached her waist, then lower. He cupped the heavy weight of her buttocks.

She was soft. Incredibly, impossibly soft. He squeezed, kneading the divine flesh, pulling her hips flush against his.

“You!!!” she shrieked, thrashing around. “What are you… doing?”

“I’m just checking the merchandise,” Sol whispered. “You said you were the Arbiter of Value. I’d say this is high value.”

He lifted her.

For him, she weighed almost nothing. She was lighter than a feather. So, he lifted her easily.

“Put me down!” Isylia kicked her legs, her feet thumping harmlessly against his thighs. “Put me down this instant, you barbarian!”

Sol ignored her. He walked to the throne and placed her on the edge of the obsidian throne. The stone was cool, a stark contrast to the heat of her skin.

…

He stepped between her legs, forcing her knees apart with his thighs.

Isylia tried to clamp her legs shut, but Sol was stronger. He pushed her knees wide, exposing the expanse of the celestial peplos stretched across her lap, gathering at the top of her thighs, revealing the smooth, golden skin of her legs.

He admired the soft elastic touch of her firm thighs, and seeing her wince, he couldn’t help murmuring, “Look at you,” looking down at her spread legs. “The great goddess, cornered and so helpless.”

“I am not helpless!” Isylia spat, grabbing the hem of her dress and trying to pull it down to cover her knees. “I am merely…. inconvenienced by lack of my divine powers, otherwise I would have already blasted you bug awa—!”

He pounced forward and caught her soft mouth again.

Isylia stiffened, her solar eyes blazing with outrage. She shoved against his chest, her voice muffled by the sudden closeness.

He honestly couldn’t help himself… it wasn’t just her divine beauty, he simply loved her angry look, it was the way she looked at him when furious. That angry glare, that divine indignation, that screamed she was above him, above everything.

That look didn’t make him want to bow. It made him want to drag her down into the mud with him. It made him just want to devour her whole.

He ignored her hands pushing against his ribs. He tightened his grip on her perfect thin waist, pulling her flush against his hard body, and crushed his mouth down onto hers.

He kissed her harder than before, as if to suck her breath whole.

Isylia made a muffled sound of outrage, but seeing it not working, she tried to bite his ’filthy’ lips, but Sol caught her lower lip between his teeth and chewed them hunger, enjoying the otherworldly softness.

She froze, her hands bunching into fists against his chest, hitting him weakly.

Ignoring her lack of cooperation, Sol deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping her whole mouth now, claiming her tongue, saliva, cheeks, palate, even her breath, tangling deeply with hers. He tilted her head back, changing the angle, forcing her to endure the intimacy, devouring her sighs, her disgusted moans and anger.

He honestly couldn’t get enough of her and just wanted to melt her body with his own. He pulled her closer, crushing her soft body against his chest. Even through the layers of the celestial peplos and his own tunic, he could feel the incredible softness of her breasts flattening against him. He ground his hips forward, letting the hard ridge of his erect cock press against her soft belly.

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