Chapter 21
Deucalion couldn’t believe the situation, he gripped the bedsheet tightly as he looked at Pherenike’s hand and her composed eyes. His knuckles whitened, veins and tendons bulging.
“Ah, uh…”
“It gets wet quickly.”
“Don’t do this… Pherenike. I…”
“Pretending to resist.”
Pherenike whispered affectionately while stroking the tip with her fingertips, making him more wet. His thighs twitched under her touch. She took long downward strokes, then pressed down on his thigh with her other hand. Althea eventually bound his legs, rendering him immobile.
Unable to move his legs, Deucalion twisted his face fiercely, calling out her nickname.
“Nike.”
“This is what we should have done long ago.”
“You’re not in your right mind now.”
“And you, getting excited by just a little touch from a girl?”
“Yes, I’m a mad dog in heat, so stop. Don’t do this.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“Nike. I’ve always f***ing wanted you.”
“But not you today.”
Pherenike gazed at him intently.
“You abandoned me, Nike.”
“…..”
“To give me something I’ve never wanted.”
“I didn’t abandon you.”
“You abandoned yourself.”
“…..”
“You abandoned yourself right in front of me. As if what I cared for so much had no value for you, Pherenike.”
“…..”
“You were the one I cherished most.”
He laughed. Pherenike opened her mouth with a faint look and bit the tip. So, I’ll bury my head down there, see the one he cherished the most will do now.
Despite experiences of sleeping with the future Deucalion countless times, Pherenike wasn’t particularly skilled in pleasuring him with her mouth. He never asked for it; he was more interested in biting and sucking her than being on the receiving end.
As a result her experience was limited, only a few times out of curiosity. But she considered it effective. She was confident as it was something she did by experience, so she didn’t hesitate.
Even if it were clumsy, what naive parthenon would do such a thing without hesitation? Deucalion couldn’t even notice she was clumsy. Pherenike was just boldly unskilled.
“Don’t, please, Pherenike…”
Deucalion desperately pleaded, twisting his tear-stained face. But his plea only spurred Pherenike on.
As she moved from the base to the tip, she leaned her head further and he became more engulfed in her mouth. It became increasingly difficult to take it all. Despite her determination, she couldn’t swallow half of it.
Eventually, Pherenike had to lift her head, adjusting to move gently.
“Uh, ah, Pherenike…”
Deucalion turned his head away in what seemed like utter disbelief at the lewd scene. He was filled with disgust and self-loathing amidst the desire escalating endlessly. His heart sank.
He began to think that Pherenike had already been in his brother’s bed.
In his mind, all of Pherenike’s careless actions stemmed from her experiences in Actor’s bed. How else could she be so adept, knowing things about him and all men.
Things she and Deucalion had never shared?
The thought of her surviving by these means disgusted him; even breathing became nauseating. He believed Pherenike didn’t have to go this far; he would have survived somehow. Even if it didn’t, it would have been better than this.
“Uht…..”
With a mix of terrible excitement and humiliation as his manhood was in the mouth of the woman he loved, Deucalion eventually reached his climax in shame. As if enduring his punishment. He clenched his teeth. He had exerted his utmost restraint to wait for the brief moment she pulled away to avoid releasing inside Pherenike’s mouth.
Her noble visage was marred by the physical evidence of his release. When Pherenike opened her eyes, her long eyelashes were dotted with cloudy droplets. But she did not clean her defiled face. She simply straightened up, lifting her chin high.
His seed traced a path down her elegant neck to her chest. She looked at him with a calm look, unperturbed in the slightest.
Pherenike, with the air of a ruler, glanced down at him, casually tasting the substance from her chest. Deucalion’s face flooded with even more shock.
“It’s filthy.”
“It’s yours, Deucalion. What’s filthy about it?”
“Spit it out. Damn it. Damn…”
As he struggled to sit up, he couldn’t move as he wanted. Deucalion banged his head against the bed in frustration.
“Please, release this damn Althea. I understand, okay? Everything, I understand… As you wish, I’m a complete bastard.”
* Parthenos: It means pure maiden goddesses such as Hekate, Artemis, and Athena, while also having the meaning of a maiden.
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