The Myth of Despair Chapter 37 | Unrestricted

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PART 1

A small squelch accompanied every step Hope took. The crotch of her panties was heavy with Blaze’s milk, dangerously close to her entrance. If just one drop ventured up her channel, it would take root in her womb and bloom a child.

She glanced at the floor as she walked hand-in-hand with Blaze to the dining room, fearing that her thoughts could be read on her expression. She wasn’t her usual self. The normal Hope didn’t have a kink for getting suffocated. She also wouldn’t dare to face her family while her pussy was drenched in a man’s release.

She was growing addicted to this more adventurous side of her. While she had always been an introvert, there was nothing introverted about her when she spread her legs. She had become a rebel, one that taunted death for her twisted enjoyment. She loved it when Blaze suffocated her; because while the lack of oxygen brought unconsciousness closer with every second, it could never touch her. Blaze was so possessive of her that death couldn’t do anything but watch as its master dug into her pussy.

Feeling action between her thighs, she stopped walking.

Blaze instantly turned to her. “What’s wrong?”

Warily, she glanced at the bottom of her skirt. “I can feel some of it... trickling down my thigh,” she whispered. Blaze chuckled, and she grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt. “Stop it! What if someone sees it? You– you are too fertile!” she accused. She didn’t know much about ejaculation, but the amount that he painted her panties with was too much to be normal.

“Sorry, my moon. I guess my cock likes you so much that it’s eager to make a smaller copy,” he declared with a kiss to her nose. The way he casually suggested impregnating her made her smash her thighs together and feed the trail of cum that was still trickling.

With a dangerous smirk, he snatched her into his arms and jumped into an awaiting portal. Hope absorbed her surroundings. According to the high windows, angelic depictions on the ceiling, and silver chandeliers, they were in the palace.

“Why did you teleport here?” she asked him.

Blaze stared at her wide eyes as he drove both of his hands up her flowy skirt.

“Because I doubt you wanted Raiden or Sol fiding me in the hallway with my hands all over their precious daughter.”

His fingers reached her panties. Within a heartbeat, he hooked his fingers under the cloth and tore up. The tug pulled Hope to her tippy toes and drove the crotch of her panties into her clit and ass crack so deeply that it practically became a part of her skin.

“Are you still dripping?” Blaze teased with a smile full of teeth and wickedness.

“You...” Hope drew out. She didn’t need to lift her skirt to know that there was a juicy mess down there. Pulling away, she reached for the makeshift thong.

Blaze shook his head. “No, that stays there.”

“You aren’t my alpha, you know.”

Blaze smiled in response. “Okay, I can’t order you. But how about we compromise?”

She laughed at him. “What? Will you wear a thong too?”

He chuckled and disrupted her laugh with a kiss to her lips. "No, I think those look sexier on you. I was going to offer that if you keep it, I'll let you keep..."

He glanced behind her, scanning the rows of crowns that were neatly stored. He eventually shrugged, not quite caring about what she took. Though many of the priceless accessories had been gifted to him by other royalty, he had no attachment to them.

Hope's face brightened with awe, instantly falling in love with their craftmanship.

"Wow," she muttered as she walked over to them–  strangled ass crack and all.

Her eyes ran over the jewels and shapes, stopping when they recognized a particular black one that was studded with rubies. "This one..." she pointed to the container. "That's the one you were wearing when we met."

Blaze walked to her side and glanced at the crown, mentally declaring it as his favorite one.

"Can I touch it?" Hope requested with innocence.

"Well, you've knocked one off my head and dropped another. Wouldn't want the others to feel left out."

"Hey!" she chastised. With a grumble, she removed the crystal top and gently took the accessory into her hands.

"Where did you get it?" she whispered, fearing that her voice would damage it.

Blaze tried to jog his memory, but he didn't keep the best records about his possessions. "I don't remember," he answered honestly. "Probably a gift from some European king."

Hope spun it in her hands gently, and he couldn't help but snatch it and prop it on her head. He grinned adoringly when it tipped down to her nose.

Hope offered her own smile before pulling it off and reaching to place it back on the case. She stopped halfway, moving her eyes to Blaze. Snatching his hand, she began to guide him to the table on the back of the room. There was a throne at the end, and less-elegant seats surrounded it.

"What is this place for?"

"Business," Blaze said. "I don't use it much."

Hope didn't reply. She simply kept guiding him to the black throne that awaited for them at the end of the table. She pulled it back and then gestured to it without making eye contact. Blaze sat on it without question, figuring that she wanted to talk.

His guess couldn't have been further from the mark.

Hope fell to his knees before him, her face as red as the rubies on the crown. She reached for his zipper coyly, and the sight of her small hands on his thick thighs was enough to inflate Blaze's cock.

"You don't have to, sweetheart," he grit out past his lust. He didn't want her to feel indebted to him for what he had given her earlier.

Hope shook her head. He didn't understand the hunger that he ignited in her womb. She liked pleasing him. She liked the high that came with giving a God– a man that had everything, blinding orgasms. She liked the feeling of his swollen cock stuffing her throat, and his warm cum burning her stomach like whiskey.

Blaze lifted his hips to help remove his pants. The organ that represented his place on the food chain propped out. It twitched for Hope; trying to earn her attention by squirming like an impatient brat.

Blaze stared at the ten or so inches, knowing that Hope couldn't quite fit it all in her mouth just yet. He loved seeing her try, though.

She smilled at his lap as she picked up the crown from the floor, grabbed his cock, and placed it in the circle. Amused with her creativity, Blaze barked a laugh.

"What do you think about drawing this and presenting it to Raiden?" he proposed.

Angry at his teasing, Hope lowered her face and started to suckle his balls. Blaze tensed as he began to climb the first steps of pleasure. He waited for her to move from the snack to the meal, but she seemed to avoid his cock.

Taking himself in-hand and grabbing her jaw with another, he poked her pursed lips with his tip. "Open up, sweetheart."

Hope glared with rebellion and shook her head. Feeling as if he was about to combust with both need and fire, he tapped her cheek three times with his pulsing meat. "Come on, say ahh for your king."

Hope smirked and resumed toying with his balls.

"If you keep playing dirty, I won't choke you even if you beg me next time we're in bed."

The threat made her impale her throat with his cock. Blaze exhaled shakily, watching the seams of her mouth strain to accommodate his girth. It took her a few tries to tame her gag reflex, but she was soon enough poking the back of her throat with his tip and wishing it was her pussy instead.

"That's right angel," Blaze groaned when his crown poked her fleshy, warm channel with particular force. He held her face in place gently and began to thrust up, fucking the place that her cute laughter, beautiful smiles, and sweet words came from. 

 "I'm gonna choke the fuck out of you for being so good," he grunted. Hope moaned through her mouthful of meat, liking his promise. 

His balls didn't allow him to warn her before they shot a load out of his slit, making Hope's cheeks tremble from the sheer impact. The liquid began to run down her throat, but she refused to give any to the tiles below. They maintained eye contact as she puckered her lips and tried to clean him. 

Blaze had been to Heaven quite literally many times, but he could swear that it was nothing in comparison to his girl's mouth. 

PART 2:

Blaze helped her to her feet and propped her on his lap.

"We should go get that dinner," he suggested with a kiss to her jaw which was aching. The discomfort was the only downside to his well-endowment.

"Hmm, I don't know. I'm pretty full," she countered sheepishly with a pat to her cum-filled stomach.

Blaze covered her hand with his larger palm, squeezing gently. "I can't wait to fill your intestines with something more solid."

"Well... maybe we can skip dinner..." she tried to coax, more interested in losing her virginity than Thursday Tacos.

"No," Blaze was firm. "Not until the bond is tied. Raiden doesn't expect any less, and I won't disrespect him."

Her head dipped with understanding, but his integrity only flared her lust.

"You know," Hope mused. "There are some things we never talked about. I get that you can't leave Cienfuegos, and I don't mind moving here, but would you let me visit my family as much as I want?"

"Of course," Blaze agreed. "What else troubles you?"

She glanced down at her chest, remembering that it wouldn't be perky forever. "Every day, I get a day older. Meanwhile, you're frozen in time. What will happen when I'm eighty, and you still look twenty-five?"

Blaze closed his eyes, his brow furrowing as he devoted his attention to his thoughts. When he flashed his eyes again, they were a shade darker. "There. My aging is now ticking again. I'm now twenty-five and ten seconds old."

She gaped at the man. "But– but."

"You're overthinking, Hope. Everything will work out."

"I'm a mortal. What will happen when I die? You're condemned to walk the Earth–"

He sighed. "The Gods can't ban me from the Heavens forever. They know better than to push the Cosmos."

Seeing that he wasn't worried, she relaxed.

"Nothing will get between us, my moon. Speaking of which, let's have dinner and then a chat with your Goddess." He lightly slapped her thigh before rising and storing away his sated cock. 

Hope fixed her skirt, making sure that her legs were liquid-free. "Are you sure my family won't be able to smell you on me?" she frowned.

"Let's find out," he beamed. 

Before she could issue any protests, he tugged her into a portal that dropped them right in front of Artemis. 

The female alpha jumped about a foot in the air, dropping a bowl of lettuce. "For the moon's sake," she blurted. "Why don't you two use doors like normal people?"

"Sorry about that, Artemis."

She squinted in Blaze's direction, dragging her eyes from his broad shoulders to his hair. "Well," she mumbled. "I got a lycan for a mate and a God for a son-in-law. What's next, the Moon Goddess as my neighbor?"

"I'm afraid that you brought this upon yourself. You shouldn't have raised such a lovely daughter," he praised.

Artemis pointed an accusing finger, her formalities dead and buried. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Pick up that bowl, Blaze. You'll be the God of Salad tonight."

Blaze caved into the mortal's demands with amusement, picking up handfuls of the salad and dropping it back on the bowl.

"I thought Sol was in charge of Thursday Tacos," Hope pipped.

Artemis arched an eyebrow as she turned back to the stove. "I'm not letting him near food when he's so mad. Blaze might be immortal, but Sol will find a way to poison him if we let him."

Hope's laugh ringed through the kitchen as she grabbed a towel to wipe the counter dry. She found Blaze staring at a head of lettuce, having no idea what to do with it. She wrung the towel and flicked it, smacking his ass sharply. "Get your head in the game," she taunted.

Blaze's eyes narrowed, and he marched to her side with the lettuce in-hand. Placing it on the counter, he ordered, "teach me how to do it."

With a smirk, Hope took the vegetable that had floored the king. He stood behind her as she grabbed the knife and positioned it over the core. "You need to cut down vertically from this position," she instructed.

"Okay," Blaze encouraged, his breath tickling the shell of her ear.

"And after you do that–"

Her sentence was derailed once her awareness moved to her legs. Blaze had fallen to his knees and was sniffing around her skirt. She tried to inch away from him but thought otherwise when her mother turned around.

"Oh," Artemis blinked. "Where did Blaze go?"

According to the fingers that were now probing at her thighs, he was under her skirt.

"He- well, he went to get his phone," Hope lied. As her face began the process of heating, she reached under her and grasped a fistful of Blaze's hair. There was no way she was going to allow the man to go down on her while her mother stood feet away.

Not thinking much of his absence, Artemis turned back to the sink. 

Blaze ignored the anxious tugs to his hair, determined to unwrap Hope's pussy. She squashed her thighs together to deny him entrance, but a sharp pinch to her ass flinched all disobedience out of her.  When his warm hands began peeling her panties from the crevices they were tucked into, her claws dug into the poor lettuce.

She arched her back, feeling wings unravel from her back with every centimeter of cloth that was freed from her ass and clit. The head of cabbage creaked from the pressure her hands imposed on it, warning that it was about to explode. The sound was lost within Artemis' humming, who was in a bubble of ignorance.

This was wrong. Being within her mother's presence while a man waltzed her through sensuality was wrong. Having her panties around her ankles while her clueless mother peacefully washed dishes was wrong. What was truly immoral, though, was the fact that the taboo excited her.

As Blaze's fingers began to slide through her heavily coated lips, she realized that they were in the middle of a ritual. Blaze was declaring ownership of her body. He was pleasuring her while making her stare at her mother– the woman whose breast she had drunk from, to take the baton from Artemis. Hope no longer belonged to her parents; she was now the property of a God of Death. 

Artemis turned to face her daughter, blind to the blush on her cheeks. "Can you cut up some tomatoes too?" she requested.

Blaze pinched Hope's clit softly, and the bolt made her tear the cabbage in two. She nodded jerkily, and Artemis turned back to the sink.

Hope kept her eyes on the back of her mother's hair as the fingers probing her entrance were replaced with a tongue. The suction on her core, licking of her slit, and drinking of her juices orchestrated faint squelching sounds. While Artemis couldn't smell the sex in the air, Hope knew that it was possible for her to pick up the sound of Blaze's tongue swimming through her pulsing cunt. Wanting to protect the secret under her skirt, she picked up a knife and began to chop the lettuce loudly.

The thumps of the knife covered the sound of Blaze's thirsty slurping just fine. She tried to focus on cutting, but the tickling of her nerve ends made her want to squirm. Giving into her desires, she began to grind herself on Blaze's awaiting mouth. She glanced down briefly, but couldn't find a hint of his head because it was curtained by her skirt.

This is so wrong; she acknowledged as she rolled her hips over his silky tongue.

At that point, the knife in her hands was blindly hacking away. She stared at the ruined lettuce, trying to focus on it before she cut a finger off. When Blaze's placed a soft kiss on her pouting clit, her womb exploded with color. She squeezed his head with her thighs and silently fell apart.

A whole minute later, Blaze was freed. He rose to his feet and walked over to Artemis.

"Oh hey, you're back."

Blaze nodded at the woman as he wiped his mouth free of her daughter's juices.

"Could you cut these carrots for me?" Artemis requested.

"Of course," Blaze politely complied.

Hope watched him tuck a piece of blue fabric into his pocket– her panties. The devious God threw a wink her way before washing his hands and starting a conversation with Artemis.

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