Taunt Me... (STEAMY)

The Next day. A strange forest. A vision.

"Where do you take me?"

Vulcan tried as much as possible to keep calm and tame the rage swelling in the depth of his consciousness. He wanted to lay his hands on it but it seemed rather remote so he quit giving it a try and kept hurrying to catch up with the lady.

"Athena, speak to me."

His voice keen and demanding. Twas dusk in the forest, and the cawing Ravens were beginning to give him the creep. He could hear the call of the crickets and the hooting of owls in distance. He tried to concentrate, not to be swooped by fear of the unknown.

The last thing he remembered was that Ayla had made them form a circle then there was gloom, a thick darkness. And after he had been suspended in the gnawing void for a while, he had found himself in that forest.

He had thought that twas the same forest where he lived in but then he had noticed the difference. That forest was thicker and with great terror. Like the forest from his fantasy after he met Qing, Athena's only son.

Then he had turned and saw a lady walking away and had called unto her. She had looked back just once and by so had he known that she was Athena. And he had been following her since then.

Then soon, Athena halted at the base of a tree and placed her hand on it. He had just gotten to her and wanted to touch her from behind and ask her why she had been acting so oddly.

But before he could touch her, a door opened in the tree and she stepped in. Then she turned to him and called,

"Step in."

Vulcan hesitated. All he could see behind her was gloom, such gloom he had seen times without number. But well, if there was anything, then he trusted her.

She disappeared into the gloom and he stepped in. He wasn't sure if he was sane or not. Though back in his fantasy, he had seen worst and had even travelled several kilometers in few minutes.

"Get it Vulc."

He urged himself and entered. He wasn't scared of course. He walked into the gloom as the tree closed behind him. He shook his head in wonder.

Then, he met himself in a room. A room well illuminated. The floor was marbled and the wall golden. There were few holes at the ceiling which looked like a rolling sphere. Through the holes came splattered rays which gave life to the room.

There was a bed to the North of the room and before the bed was a chair painted gold, with light running across it.

He saw Athena in a different gown lying on the elevated bed. She was wearing a net gown which shot out her nipples and big boobs. Lustful lumps started dancing up and down his throat.

"Don't tell me we are in a tree."

He allowed himself to be distracted, an avenue to tame his boner.

Her face was long instead. She neither responded him neither did she smile as usual. He knew something was wrong and wouldn't keep mute.

"What's wrong?"

He walked to the bed and sat. His face contoured with worries. He knew he wouldn't get a word except she spoke. And that would happen only if she was willing.

He put his hand on her left thigh and began to caress it gently. He had missed the warmth on her skin on his. The manner at which she rode his cock and choke him with pleasure.

She knocked his hand away from her thigh and sat up. Pulled herself closer and was sitting side by side with him on the bed.

She looked at him. Her small round face graced with thick cum portable lips. He was tempted to kiss her but held the urge back. Something was wrong and they must address that firstly.

"What have I done?"

He asked again. He wasn't sure what to say to her. He hated having to see her worried. That was the punishment he didn't know how to handle. He felt helpless.

"Why did you neglect your task and got carried away?"

Her small voice laced with threat. He chuckled at that. He loved it when she was serious and her lips danced in rage though he knew that finally, those lips would end up massaging his cock. He tossed the naughty thoughts aside.

"What task? The revenge?"

She stood up from him and walked two steps away to the wall. The room was small. There was a painting by that part of the wall. A painting of her.

"You don't think it important, do you?"

She argued as she turned to him and pressed her back to the wall, seductively. Raising one of her thighs up slowly.

He didn't know what she was doing. Whether she was angry or horny. Or angrily horny.

"The Nymph you sent was sent to hasten the process too?"

He stood up and walked to her. He got to her and stood face to face, his warm breath tracing light dances across her face. He was quaking.

"She doesn't know what to do except you tell her. She's your puppet, it annoys me to see that you're not owning up to your real qualities, Vulcan."

She pulled him closer to her and pressed her knee against his balls, caressing it. He had a boner at once.

"Was that why you've been mad at me then?"

He tasted her lips, crisp and short. His hand running down her body back to her face. He turned her and made her walk backwardly till he pushed her on the bed.

He climbed on her and began to roughen her boobs with his face. Kissing the net alongside the nipples. Tickling her and making her itch down there.

"When I return from my duel with Poseidon, I want to return to a free man not a man still fighting to gain his pedigree."

She pushed him over her that he fell in the bed. Twas quite a wonder how she tossed him over her head and made him roll into position in the middle of the bed.

She rolled to him and climbed on him upside down. And at once both of them were naked. One of the powers of Athena.

"And I promise to be that man before you return."

He couldn't savor the implication of the words he had said.

She spread her thighs over his mouth, her pussy hovering over his lips while she buried her face in his cock. She was lying upside down on him.

She began to suck his cock down the shaft to the base. Her hungry lips bending the base skillfully, making the veins quake.

He was quaking at that while he sucked her pussy, his tongue tracing trails up and down the open portal.

With such manner she sucked his cock did he taunt her pussy.

She moaned into his cock, moving her thighs because the pleasure was taunting, he held unto the thighs and kept exploring.

Her moaning lips could not work the cock anymore, but her hands could tear him.

"Can I do this with the Nymph too?"

He asked abruptly but she didn't say a word. She wasn't herself anymore.

She moaned again. He could take that as a yes...