Jesus, the guy's packing. I gasp with pure delight at the discovery. He's definitely not like regular men in this sense. I don't think I've ever handled a cock this big. I circle my fingers around him and can't close my grip. This enormous dick would feel amazing if he fucked me. He's long and hard and my mouth waters as I gaze up at him, full of yearning.

He gives me a slow shake of his head, his pale eyes blazing as his gaze meets mine. No.

"Let me put my mouth on you," I tell him desperately, the music and Tadekha's cries adding to my urgency. I lean in and rub my face against one of his thighs shamelessly. I lick the skin and moan when I feel another little shockwave curl through me. "Please, Aron."

"I do not think this is like you," he says as he nudges me to my feet. He gazes up at me, his expression unreadable. “You are being affected by Tadekha.”

“Tadekha does nothing for me,” I purr at him. “It’s all this big hog underneath your kilt.”

He groans when I reach for him again and stops me before I touch him. “You do not want to do that, Faith. This isn’t you.”

"I know, right?" I say breathlessly. "I'm being such a dirty slut." And I am so damn horny at the moment I can't stand it. I can feel my nipples brush against the front of my filmy dress and I want to strip it off. Heck, that seems like a good idea. Aron won't let me touch him and suck his cock, but maybe if I'm all naked and quivering on his lap he'll give in and give me what I need.

Or maybe he'll just impale me on his thick shaft in front of everyone and fuck me without getting up from his chair. I close my eyes in ecstasy at the thought.

Aron lets out a breath that almost sounds like a sigh. "This is ridiculous. Come here, Faith." He takes my hand and tugs me forward, and then I'm in his lap. I try to straddle him, but he shakes his head and slides my thighs together until I'm sitting sideways on him. I curl my arms around his neck and make out with his ear.

"Why won't you let me touch you?" I moan, so full of need that it almost hurts.

He tilts his head toward mine and whispers in my ear. "We will talk about this in the morning, but you're going to be very upset."

"Not if you let me pleasure you," I tell him, panting my need. I look over at Tadekha and she's writhing in place, the angel's head working furiously between her thighs. The music plays on and everyone in the room doesn't seem to notice—and I realize they're all making out, too. I can't blame them.

I’m turned on like crazy.

Aron sighs heavily, but his hand goes between my thighs. "You aren't going to like that I do this." But he touches me and I realize just how wet and needy I am. I've never been so aroused in my life.

I moan and bury my face against his neck as he touches me between my thighs. "You don't know how to sleep…but you know how to do this?" I pant, shocked at the feeling of his fingers sliding through my folds. Oh lord save me, but it feels so good. I rub up against him, biting back a whimper.

He rumbles with low laughter. "You think the gods do not fuck?"

Ooh, I never thought about that. I gasp as he strokes his fingers against my pussy, because I'm so wet I'm practically dripping, and the intrusive slide of his touch makes me want to come out of my skin it feels so good. I should tell him to stop, to take his hands out from under my skirts because we're in public and I'm not keen on the idea of putting on a show. But then he finds my clit and I forget everything. He strokes the hood with expert fingers, in just the right way that makes me wild, and it doesn't take long before I'm bucking up against his hand and biting at his neck, frantic to come.

Aron grabs my neck, his big hand practically pinning me as his other works my pussy. I lift my head and our eyes meet—and that's enough for me to come and come hard. The orgasm explodes through me, leaving me gasping and breathless and without a hint of shame at what we've just done.

"I'm sorry," I pant, collapsing against his shoulder as he moves his hand out from under my filmy skirts. "That's not like me."

"I know," he says quietly, and leaves it at that.

I try to touch him once more, sliding my hand to his cock, because I'm still feeling aroused, but he pushes my hand away and focuses on the dancers. Nearby, Tadekha gives a throaty little laugh, and when I look over, the angel is lifting her flushed face from between the goddess's thighs, a look of rapture on her expression.

And that just sets me on fire all over again. I turn back to Aron and rub up against his chest, letting my nipples scrape against him. “God, you’re sexy. God, I’m so horny.”

With a small sigh, Aron slides his hand between my thighs once more and gets to work even as the music starts up again.

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17

Daylight streams into my room, so bright it hurts my eyes. I squint as I wake up, disoriented. I'm in bed, the covers tangled around my legs. My hair's still pulled into that tight braid, and my filmy, see-through dress has bunched up around my hips. I squint, opening up one eye and gazing around me. It still looks like I'm in one of the crystal chambers, but I roll on my back and rub my head, trying to remember what's happened. I ache between my thighs, and when I slide a hand there, I'm wet as if I've spent all night feverishly masturbating. I feel a little wrung out…

And hungry. My stomach growls loudly in the quiet morning air.

There's a nearby grunt. It's Aron, and he's near a window, gazing out onto the horizon, hands clasped behind his back. He is in new clothing—not nearly as wispy or ridiculous as my own—but his hair is a disheveled mess. He doesn't look at me as he speaks. "Back to yourself again or do you need my hand once more?"

I freeze.

Vague memories of last night slide through my head. The goddess. Aron's return. The goddess getting pleasured right in front of everyone. Me rubbing myself all over Aron's leg until he dragged me into his lap and diddled me.

Oh god. He made me come several times. Not just once. Like, a lot. And I just kept writhing like some sort of freak who wanted more and more. A low sound of humiliation rises in my throat. "Aron…I…" I pull the blankets up to my chest, feeling shy and awful all at once. I'm utterly beyond mortified. I took our friendship—if you can call it that—to a weird, weird place. Even more humiliating, I can remember reaching for his cock repeatedly, only for him to pull my hands away. "I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me—"

"You were not yourself," he says in a succinct tone. "I am well aware of this, Faith. The blame lies with Tadekha and Tadekha alone."

"You think she spiked my food?" My jaw hangs open in surprise. I didn't consider it, but looking back, the evening was rather lust-fueled…and only on my part. Aron didn't seem to be affected.

"Spiked?"

"Drugged it. Made me want, uh, sex. Like, a lot."

"Ah. No, that was not it." He glances over at me, gaze flicking over my body where I'm clutching the blanket to me like modesty is a bell I can un-ring after he had his hand between my thighs last night for oh, hours and hours. "Tadekha is an Aspect. It is clear to me now which kind."

"I don't understand." I knew she was an Aspect like him, but I'm not sure how that's supposed to have some extra sort of meaning. "There are different kinds of Aspects?"