BITE ME

Chapter 9-Rated PG

Xeon smiled as he entered the warmth of Mathena's mind. Her mind was like a cozy comfortable house, knocking the snow off his invisible boots and closing the magical door behind him, preventing the chilly winter air from following him inside. Exhaustion hit him like a brick wall, having been amassed during the day by the endless invasion of passing portals and knowledge overloaded inside his brain and snow that had plagued his entire day. The weekend was a welcome recess, and all he wanted to do was retreat to Mathena's bed, where the cold and the tension could not reach him. He was comfortable with his busy life here at her home. Away from the screaming souls and the politics of the underworld.

However, here, at Mathena's house. The sight of her walking towards him from the kitchen, as she did since he had started calling her place their home, had a fresh and unexpected effect.

The brick wall cracked, and he felt a warm vigor that could only be experienced after a day like his.

Working from home gave her the advantage of not having to care about looking good, but she was still as alluring to him as she had always been. Her beautiful brown hair was held uncomfortably in an untidy yet flawless bun, leaving a few strands cascading in front of her eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of enticing brown eyes. The outfit was completed by one of his favorite creamy button-down hoodies and a pair of comfy-looking sweatpants; the attire did not enhance the elegant beauty of her body in any way, but it presented her in an impossible-to-understand way that only he could comprehend, knowing that from underneath lay a masterpiece made of flesh.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She flashed him an endearingly sensitive grin, a show of her own pleasure at his presence at her house. An hour later, after a wonderful dinner and wine. They spend most of the night in the kind of comfortable serenity that can only be shared by those with whom they have the most personal bonds. Each would want to forget about their day-to-day life and instead enjoy the company of the other.

Their night-in went on as if it had become a pseudo-tradition. They were half-asleep, spooning on the sofa in front of the telly, under a heavy knit dark blanket. It began with a quick peck on her cheek, a nonchalant and virtuous display of affection; "I love your shampoo." He added as he recognized then that something inside him craved to be relieved, something that only her could help, it was like a primitive urge, pleading to be with her in any way possible. He carefully made her face him, one finger on her soft, lush cheek, peering lovingly into her eyes before putting his hand behind her head and pressing their lips together.

"I'm just using strawberry and vanilla, your favorite." She smiled lovingly.

He nodded as he went down to her hoodie,

The scent of fabric softener and moisturizer, the delicate touch of her soft lips on his, the sound of her breathing in his own scent, which was sure to be of fresh ocean and aftershave soap, all drew him in. Xeon informed her how much he loved her with his kiss, and she conveyed an identical message when she slipped his shirt off, pausing to adore the prince of the underworld's physique. He was indeed something not to be taken lightly, he was perfect and though Xeon wasn't extremely muscular, his body had a hard stiffness to it that she wished to loosen often. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another long kiss before releasing him to undress. "But I like this better." She began kissing his neck, then stopped immediately, which made Xeon growl. "Come on, you are not playing fair here, sweetheart."

She smirked, "well… you should help me with something please?" Mathena begged, as she went on removing her hoodie.

Xeon did as he was told, throwing off the blanket they were sharing and softly placing his kisses all over her naked neck and shoulders as he unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground. "Exquisite view here, milady." His gaze moved from the sharp curve of her collarbone to the smooth shape of her small, heavy breasts to the exquisite arc of her hips that seemed to softly push out from her otherwise slim torso. "Oh, hell… you are perfect." Then, stood motionless as she untied her hair from the crown of her head, allowing it to cascade down over her pale shoulders like a whispering waterfall. He growled.

She was so beautiful, exceptionally different from those starving harems in his realm they put in the magazines here on earth, covered in so many different products until they appeared gaunt and barely human. But Mathena was perfect, raw, and delicately beautiful, like a casual smile so freely given, a tenderness of the soul we let show through, something that can make a real connection with others.

They lay side by side on the couch, each exploring the other's familiar body with their hands, taking in every sharp line and delicate smooth curve with their fingertips. His hand moved to her hips and then between her legs, as she moaned in response, delicately going inside her baggy pants. He skilfully pleased her with his fingers, both inside and outside, for he was aware of her every need.

Her moaning was a melody that sang. It was like beautiful music to his ear. Like there was a connection between "beauty" and "love," but not in the way advertisers would have the mortals believe. They tout a form of beauty that was merely aesthetic, something that could inspire lust - a thin replica of affection based more on desire and domination. What they claim to bestow they cannot, for real beauty comes from within; and it is only that form of beauty that can make lasting love connections.

It was Mathena's soul that was so beautiful, innocent, and pure.

He felt each accelerating breath against his mouth, quietly imploring for more; "Xeon, please…" However, he withdrew his hand from her pants, which had become seldom wrinkled from her moisture.

Xeon's intimate awareness of her longing led his lips to her breasts, at first tracing their faint shape with his tongue like an artist with a brush, her chest the creamy white canvas. Finding a firm pink n****e, he went to labor with tongue and teeth, prying soft groans from her chest beneath. "You are killing me…"

Separating his mouth finally from her now ever-so-slightly red and swollen n****e, he navigated down her belly, taking his time to nuzzle every inch of her smooth skin with his lips. As he reached and transcended her waist, slowly sliding her pants down her legs, each kiss sent another moan, a more potent sensation throughout her entire body. Her breathing was deliberately evolving quicker and heavier, and by the time he reached her thighs, each breath was clearly loud.

Mathena’s red thong panties were soaked with anticipation -her soft innocence stained by powerful lust. They soon followed her pants, drifting down her slim, beautiful legs as he licked and kissed her inner thighs, steadily nearing the anxious outer lips of her dripping womanhood. By the time he made it there, she was begging to be quenched.

"P…please..." she half-whispered, half-moaned between heavy breaths. It was like music to his ears. Each moan replenished his desire. It was the best compliment he had for centuries. Her compliments raised him as no other ever could because she felt his worth when nobody else ever did.