Chapter 40: A Beautiful Sketch - R18
Chapter - 40
I held up the sketch of the heart-shaped...well, heart...to Eileithyia with the most solemn expression I could muster, trying to channel the gravitas of a grand knight offering his sword to a queen.
"I present to thee, my heart, for I have nothing greater to offer to my beloved," I declared dramatically, bowing low as though this crude drawing was a treasure beyond price.
Eileithyia, ever the picture of stoicism, took the sketch from my hands and stared at it. Her soft, angelic features were serene for a moment, but then came the sigh—long, drawn out, and so full of regret it could have been the prelude to a tragedy.
"I'm genuinely questioning my life choices," she murmured, folding the paper neatly and tucking it into her pocket like someone trying to hide evidence of a terrible crime. "How did I ever fall in love with a man who draws... this?"
"Such harsh words!" I gasped, clutching my chest in mock pain. "My fragile heart, already pierced by love's arrow, cannot bear this cruel blow, my beloved!" I collapsed to my knees, gripping the hem of her dress like a knight begging for clemency. "Please, spare me, O merciful goddess!"
Eileithyia tilted her head down, staring at me with an arched eyebrow that somehow managed to be both exasperated and amused. Her arms crossed, the picture of unimpressed divinity.
"You're ridiculous," she said flatly, though the corners of her lips were twitching, betraying her amusement.
"Ridiculous in my devotion!" I declared, throwing my arms wide. "I would cross deserts and climb mountains for you! I would brave the Celestial Gate naked and unarmed, so long as I carried your name upon my lips!"
"You'd die instantly," she pointed out, her tone dry.
"I would die gloriously," I retorted. "And I would die happy knowing my last thought was of your beauty!"
That was it. She tried to hold it back, she really did. Her lips pressed together, her brow furrowed, but then the dam broke. Eileithyia burst into laughter, her voice ringing like a melody that could soothe even the most troubled soul.
"You're impossible," she managed between breaths, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye.
"And yet, you love me," I said smugly, rising to my feet and straightening my shirt like I had just won an award.
"I must be cursed," she said, still chuckling, her exasperation now replaced with fondness. Her hand reached out, cupping my cheek as her thumb brushed lightly against my skin. "Cursed to love the most ridiculous man in this entire world."
"And I, blessed to love the most beautiful goddess in existence," I said softly, leaning into her touch.
Eileithyia shook her head with a small smile, but her gaze lingered on mine, a spark of something deeper flickering there. Without another word, she grabbed my wrist and began pulling me down the path toward her house.
"Uh, where are we going?" I asked, half-stumbling to keep up with her sudden pace.
"Home," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Why? Is this another lecture about my drawing skills?"
"No," she replied, her cheeks faintly tinged with a rosy hue as she glanced back at me. "Your goofy antics are… distracting. And now I don't feel like letting you go to your dorm tonight."
"Ah," I said, a grin spreading across my face. "So I've charmed my way back into your good graces?"
She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. "You're lucky I find you endearing, Callum."
"Lucky?" I teased. "Or is this just fate weaving our destinies together?"
"Keep talking, and I'll leave you outside in the cold," she shot back, though the gentle squeeze of her hand on mine told me otherwise.
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The kiss started slow, Eileithyia's lips soft against mine, a warm greeting – every kiss with her felt like coming home. But this wasn't just a peck; her tongue, bold and playful, darted out, exploring the inside of my mouth. I groaned, pulling her closer, a low rumble in my chest. We were already naked, tangled on the bed, the sheets twisted around our legs.
I felt the heat radiating off her skin, the scent of her – musky and sweet. Eileithyia then straddled me, her weight sinking into my hips. My hard-on pressed against her pussy lips, the friction making me let out a moan. She angled her dripping wet pussy, that perfect, pink, glistening flower, right over the head of my cock. Eileithyia then closed her eyes, a throaty moan escaping her lips as she lowered herself slowly on my cock.
The tightness of her pussy was incredible, a perfect, welcoming grip. I felt a jolt – pure, unadulterated pleasure. She moved slowly at first, her hands gliding along my chest, a soft caress that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel every inch of her, the wet heat of her engulfing me completely. Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with a look that was pure lust – a hungry, desperate desire that mirrored my own. She then picked up the pace, her hips rocking against mine, a rhythmic grind that was sending me closer to the edge.
Eileithyia leaned forward, a soft kiss landing on my lips, her tongue slipping inside my mouth as she moved. I hummed, a low, guttural sound deep in my throat, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movement. My own thrusts started, pushing up into her, her pussy clenching around me, every muscle contracting with each powerful slam. She squeaked, a sound of sheer pleasure, a small sound lost in the heavy breathing and moans that filled the room. She was riding me then, a frantic, wild rhythm. It was insane, raw, and completely exhilarating. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face contorted in a blissful expression.
Eileithyia's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave; the muscles in her pussy spasmed tightly; gripping and squeezing my dick, before relaxing as she spasmed repeatedly. She shuddered, a breathless whisper escaping her lips before she collapsed onto my chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Once again our lips sought each other's and out tongues started playing. She finally popped her mouth off mine, breathing heavily, her eyes still dazed. I smiled, my hands stroking her stomach, feeling the residual heat of her climax.
"It's my turn now," I said, before I rolled Eileithyia over, my dick still buried deep inside her, the feeling exquisite, the continued friction sending pleasure waves through my body. Her gasp was more of a squeak, a high-pitched squeal of surprise as the position shifted, her legs now splayed open. Taking her hands, I placed them above her head firmly, as my fingers intertwine with hers. I then pounded into her then, hard and fast, my own climax building to a furious crescendo.
Eileithyia's breasts bounced like ripe fruit, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Another orgasm wracked through her body, her pussy tight and quivering, clenching and releasing around my cock. I could feel the exquisite tightness now, an incredible pressure building up inside me. I had finally reached my peak as well, waves of intense pleasure exploding through my body. I let out a guttural cry as I thrust myself as deep as possible into her before emptying myself as I released my load. My cum filled her, hot and thick, painting the walls of her sweet, tight pussy.
Taking out my cock, I collapsed beside Eileithyia, both of us panting. She turned to me, her cheeks flushed, a radiant smile blooming across her face. "I love you, Callum," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Eileithyia then placed her hands around me and hugged me, her soft breasts pushed against my chest. I pressed my face into her neck and took in the beautiful scent that once more drew me in. "More than anything in this world," she sweetly muttered.
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