Ilya

“Where are you going?”

“Are you abandoning me?” He sounds like a kicked puppy, and you sigh before turning to face him completely.

You hate seeing him suffer, and it is clear as the light that washes the area that he is in pain from keeping the God’s will under control. “Ok.” You mutter softly, his eyes opening in surprise. “I’ll do it.”

A groan leaves his mouth and you look up at him and catch him pressing the curve of his cock while biting his lower lip.

“If you are the God of the Sea, you need to be worshipped.”

the engorged head so hot in your labia that you shudder, trying to move away just to be brought back by the hand on your hip. “Don’t, please…”

“Mine— Mine— MINE!” He screams while his hips increase in speed.

“Fine, but feed me something first—“ You put a finger in his mouth while rolling your eyes at him. “Not Rafayel related, please and thank you.”

“As if I had any interest in any other fish than yourself.” You kiss his cheek, enjoying the way he blushes softly before turning his face to steal a kiss from you.

He nods, feeling the angry energy from the god receding, just the thought of another touching you has made him crawl from under the layers Rafayel uses to subdue him. “Let’s go, the night is still young.”