Pherenike - Chapter 89

As he aligned her chest with his face, it seemed as though he was holding her just for that small convenience. Everything was already his for the taking, indulgence was excessive. Pherenike twirled a strand of his wet hair gently as he buried his face in her b*****s.

“Why do you love my b*****s so much?”

“Seems I want to regress to childhood.”

Deucalion responded with a lopsided smile. He roughly grasped her b*****s, pulling and sucking as if to devour all of her flesh, eventually growing irritated with the wet fabric obstructing his access.

His clothes were barely tied at his waist, and her garment was left exposing her chest, both thoroughly entangled and drenched. The heavy sound of their wet clothes mingling disoriented the air around them.

The hand that was firmly supporting her by the hips suddenly delved deeper, exploring between her legs as he chuckled mockingly.

“You’re already wet, Nike.”

“It’s because we’re in the water.”

“My hand feels like it’s submerged in your waters, though.”

He laughed fiercely as he caressed her lower body, then lifted her out of the water while still holding her.

Deucalion wrapped one arm around her, suspending her in mid-air as if there was nowhere else she could lean on. His prominent arousal pushed up against the wet linen separating their lower bodies. Their entire bodies pressed tightly together without any space left.

Instead of stepping out of the spring, he walked further into it. The rippling water reached his shins, then his knees, and up to his thighs.

Ragged breaths filled the space between their lips. Pherenike’s b*****s were indiscriminately crushed against his solid chest.

The prominent part of her chest became messily spread over his robust muscles, a stark, clear hue atop her otherwise pale chest, swiftly forgetting any marks left by her husband.

Deucalion pressed Pherenike’s lower back firmly with one arm, lifting her higher. He bit her n****e as if punishing something disgraceful. Pherenike clutched his hair roughly.

“Ouch, Cal…”

“Does it hurt? Huh?”

“Make it hurt more, so it scars…”

Despite her wishes, he could never truly leave a mark on her. The only belief he shared with the goddess. That Pherenike’s noble body should remain unscathed. His wife’s blood should never be spilled in vain.

But not being able to hurt her meant sometimes he couldn’t leave any trace at all on her.

A tender sneer washed over her wet n-pple. He viciously bared his teeth, holding the pronounced tip between them as if to bite it off but instead sucked in the entire ar-ola.

His long silver hair slightly revealed the deep dimples of his cheeks. His throat undulated lewdly, as if suckling milk from his wife’s dry b****t—an insistent craving.

Pherenike, like pulling on a wayward dog’s leash, tugged at the hair she held. But he didn’t pull away.

“Do you really want to become my child?”

“Then I would be a vile son who devours his mother.”

But since the dawn of time, when Uranus burrowed into Gaia’s folds giving rise to the gods and all creation. The sky embraced the earth to conceive Cronos, and Cronos embraced his sister to produce Zeus.

Both gods and men were born from sin. There was no betrayal Deucalion wouldn’t commit for her. He whispered as he delved into his wife’s bosom, as if offering his soul.

“By all that’s sacred, I would have loved you no matter what you were to me. Just like now.”

“I know.”

Pherenike, who had become utterly disheveled in his embrace, smiling innocently at her husband.

“For you, I would have committed any sin, Nike.”

“That, I know too.”

“You are.”

“And so am I.”

She responded lightly, as if the matter was too obvious to carry any weight of life. Deucalion bit her chin and asked.

“Do you swear?”

“I swear, Deucalion, no matter how far you run, I’ll drag you back here, to me…”

Underneath her nymph-like beautiful face, her intense gaze suddenly ensnared him.

Pherenike’s legs coiled around his waist like vines. Deucalion’s body rubbed up against her pelvis and pressed down on her lower abdomen.

He let out an uncalculated moan. Pherenike pulled him in deeper.

“I’m going to make you insane with thoughts of only me your whole life.”

“Ah, uh…”

“I’ll keep you trapped here, unable to remember anything but clinging to me.”

“Why do you think I would run from you?”

“Because thinking about sins, I thought of the sins I could commit against you first. You always make me sin.”

“…you really are crazy.”

“Like breaking one of your ankles.”

“You’re a mad woman.”

“And I’ll mend it once you start listening to me again.”

Pherenike kissed his wet hair with a loud smack. Her face still showed no understanding of the threats and obsessions her lips spewed. Her giggling smile made him laugh too.