“Good. I will buy you something else.” There was the faintest whisper of sound, and the skirt whispered to the floor. She was only wearing about eight inches below her navel.
She felt his fingers between her thighs, and he lifted her higher. His mouth on her breast caused two things, a rush of milk and a rush of honey.
She felt the press of his teeth against her skin as he smiled. He switched to her other breast, and the response was the same. Her fingers clenched in the manacles. She wanted to hold him, but he shifted, and his cock was pressing into her using her own body weight to complete the connection.
“Ohmygod.” She panted and wrapped her legs around his hips for support.
“I have been called many things before, but never a deity. Usually, I am mistaken for a demon.” His tone was amused, but there was a dark undertone.
He leaned forward and scraped his teeth along her neck. She shuddered, and it caused her to contract around him.
“Oh, that is good. Do that again.”
She gasped. “Do it yourself. I am all tied up.”
His bite was firmer this time, and she bucked against him as her body tightened up.
She hissed. “Knock it off.”
“Why? I think you liked that.”
She huffed. “Are you going to let me go after we finish?”
“No, I never actually made that agreement.”
“So, you are going to leave me here chained to the ceiling with cum dripping down my thighs?”
He bucked into her for a few hard strokes and then paused. “Oh, that was good. Where did you learn that?”
“We get training. Verbal visuals are part of it. I get off feeling sex; you get off on seeing it, which is probably good for me because, otherwise, I would be screwed.”
He gripped her hips and started thrusting into her. “You are getting screwed regardless.”
She got to the edge far too quickly. She gripped the chains and used them for balance. He was a little surprised when she lifted off with him, trapped with her legs around him.
“Whoa, what are you doing, Eleven?”
“I can’t grab you, I can’t grab sheets, I can’t push against the wall, and I want to cum, so this is my only way of increasing muscle tension.”
“Set me on my feet, and I will cut you loose.”
She lowered him back to the ground and grunted when she was around him to the hilt.
Her hands were suddenly loose, and she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.”
Her shoulders screamed, but he started moving again, and the pain and pleasure welded together, and she shrieked as her body clenched around his cock. He waited for her to relax a little, and then, he thrust into her twice before he shouted his release.
She held him tight, her forehead on his shoulder.
“You are holding onto me like I am the last man on earth.”
She murmured the truth. “For me, you are the only man on earth. Everything else is a pale imitation.”
He kissed her shoulder. “I feel the same.”
“I really hope there is a security vid of this because it is going to be fucking hilarious.”
“You curse a lot more than I imagined a wetnurse doing.” He chuckled.
“The babies don’t care if you say it with affection.” She stroked his hair and felt better now that she could touch him. “Patron?”
“Yes, Eleven?”
“How long are we going to stay like this?”
“Until I no longer feel like I am in heaven. So... forever?”
“Impractical. I have about ten minutes until I pass out, so if we could just uncouple and you can leave me here, I will get myself out of here even if I have to walk.”
He snorted. “You think you can survive the desert?”
“Yeah. Pretty sure. I go sand riding a few times a month. It’s how I met Zera. She probably sought me out, but it all worked out in the end.”
He gripped her hips and pulled out of her. He set her on her feet and held her until she was steady. “Down the hall to the right. Two lefts and a right. The keys to the transports are on the wall.”
“Thanks. Are you hanging around?”
“Watching a woman in torn and shredded silk with my cum running down her thighs cross through a battlefield to steal a vehicle? Oh. Yeah. I am watching.”
He laughed softly and ran his hands over her waist to her butt. “Run, little kitten. I will be right behind you.”
She whirled and sprinted out the door. She hadn’t lied when she said she only had ten minutes. It was now seven.
Her body clock was pretty easy to gauge. Between the explosion, the tension, the sex, and the relaxation, she was heading for the floor in six minutes.
Chunks of people were lying to the left and right. Whatever her patron used as his blades was very effective. She got the feeling it was extended energy claws. Nothing else in her mind could have cut through the metal.
She got to the keys and grabbed a few, taking them outside and triggering the access protocols. She checked each of them and selected the one with the most fuel and a flat spot in back for her to crash when she needed to.
“What do you need the hatch for? You keep looking at it.”
“Three minutes from now, I am going to crash. I will need to sleep, and I can do it better in a vehicle where I can crack the windows and rest.”
“You are going to risk your safety like that?”
“I want to not be here anymore. I can’t stay here. I don’t want to be here.” She cried and slumped down against the vehicle.
He picked her up and said, “I will take you home.”
“No. You said you wouldn’t.”
“I have changed my mind. I have an idea of the price of your rescue.”
“What do you want?” She shivered.
“I will tell you later.”
“Why can’t I know now?”
“Because it would freak you out.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, and a vehicle appeared in front of them.
