Cursed By The Gods Book 1 and 2

Chapter 61

From some sensible part of his head Octavius knew what he was about to do was the most foolish thing a non citizen of Mount Kpamos was ever to do but he was beyond reasoning. The moment Ashterah has climbed the bed to expose herself to him something in him had snapped. While his body longed for her his broken soul knew better, his anger at her one solution to everything brought a rage so intense he could almost taste on his tongue.

As he lunged at the red haired goddess her face had shown pleasure and she had reached up to kiss him but when he got close enough that she could see his eyes something strange had passed across her face. Instead of kissing her and waiting for her to direct him on how to please her as he used to, he grabbed her throat and pulled her up so she could meet his mouth. The kiss he bestowed on her was passionless and brutal but she took it because she was Ashterah and she was stupid. She even reached up to wrap her hand around his neck.

"That's it my love," she whispered. "Forget my father or your responsibilities and show me what you really feel for me."

In response to that he let out a growl that was so deep and strangely animal that he could hardly believe it came from him. He pulled back from Ashterah's lips and saw that a little blood dripped from the corner, he must have bitten her when he crushed his lips to hers but she didn't notice because her eyes were closed and a look of pure pleasure was in her face. He felt a slow smile spread across his face at what he intended to do. When he grabbed her waist and flipped her over her belly Ashterah squealed and laughed.

"You are indeed very horny today, my love."

Without a response he drew her hips up and rammed himself into her. Her small sound of pleasure turned into a small yelp, he didn't care.

He drew back and entered her again with the same brutal force.

"Wha... Octavius! What are...?" Her question was caught off when he took a handful of her hair and pulled it so that her face was no longer against the soft, red pillows piled on the bed instead it was up and pressed against the hard wood of the head frame. 

Ashterah's heart pounded heavily in her chest. She didn't know what to call what Octavius was doing because it was certainly not love making. The hand he had in her hair was so tight and hard that her throat was bent up at and uncomfortable angle that she couldn't scream if she wanted to. She squirmed, there was no pleasure in this. She could feel him pound into her in with anger and his brutal movements brought pain to her lower belly and her quim. It would have been pleasurable if not that there was no pleasure in this. She shifted on her knees that were wildly shaking, almost collapsing if not for Octavius' hand behind the left one to keep them up, and looked up at him. What she saw brought fear to her chest, her breath stopped altogether. 

His face was as hard as granite, without feeling or emotions, his teeth was clenched so tight that it was a wonder his jaw hadn't snapped already. But it was his eyes that brought chills. When he raised his eyes to meet hers she whimpered, trashing wildly to escape this punishment. His eyes were completely red, his blue eyes were nowhere to be seen because a dark red color had engulfed the entire thing, the hand he had on her hips was laced with thick red veins. 

He pulled her head up a little higher so she could look at him, never once halt his movements in and out of her body, and flashed a fanged smile at her. The fangs at the side of his mouth glistened.

"What... a... are you?"

His smile turned vicious. " What you want," he replied in frightening voice. It sounded like three people had spoken but the words and come from just him.

"Please," she plead.

Octavius could barely hear her from the blood that pumpedein his ears. He was no longer in control of himself, it was as if he could see himself asserting vengeance on Ashterah from a distance and couldn't stop. His c****d jerked inside her and he growled with pleasure. There was something, a beast in him, perhaps, that snapped and growled in excitement. As he reached his release he crushed himself on Ashterah's back and sank his teeth deep into her neck where he drank deeply. The movement of the warm blood through his throat coupled with the warmth of her sheath brought him intense pleasure, so hard that for a moment white light shone behind his eyes.

Moaning, he slipped out of her and laid on the bed beside her. Only then did the gravity of what he had just done dawn on him. He looked quickly to were Ashterah laid, blood flowed from her neck, from the place where he had bitten and around her throat was a purple bruise that even as a god would take time to heal. He quickly climbed on his knees when he saw her face, the red part of her face that had been pressed against the hard blood but what really sent a warning through his head was the anger in her eyes.

"Ash..."

"Shut up." Her voice was hard and monotonous.

She brought herself to her feet at the other side of the bed while he quickly hastened to the opposite side. There was fear for him in her eyes but her anger was more. She looked down at herself, at the bruises that were beginning to form around her thighs and a particular place where his finger must had sank through for there was a drizzle of blood running all the way to her feet.

"You have done the unthinkable, you little worm. You have hurt me and taken advantage of the liberties I grant you," a dark smile crossed her b****y lips.

"Ash...," He tried again in an attempt to explain that he had not been in his right frame of mind but she was hardly listening. She manifested a cloth around herself and started to approach him he backed into a wall.

"Perhaps I should chain you down and show you how slaves are really to be treated," a single crystal tear ran down her cheek. "I should put you in a cage, shave your head and make you grovel around me. Maybe then you'll learn, maybe then you will fear me."

She continued to follow him until there was nowhere he could go. When she got within reach of him she put her hand out.

"You almost got me caught today, I healed the pains my father inflicted on you and you forget that I brought you victory when you asked."

"You speak of yourself in good light, Ashterah..."

"Shut up. For all your sins I have forgiven you and still welcomed you to my bed now this is how you pay me?" she let out an humorless laugh. "You will pay."

She put her hand on him and Octavius let out a piercing scream at the pain that shot through his body. His back began to bleed again as the wounds he had before received appeared again but more than that. Pain shot through his groin when she brought her flamed hands on them, she scalded his c**k with fire and squeezed his balls in her unbearably hot hands.

"You will think of what you've just done everything time you see the scars this is going to leave."

He sobbed. The pain was ten times worse than what he had felt before. "Kill me." He fell to his knees and cupped himself but quickly withdrew, his skin was so hot even his hand was burned.

"In good time."

When he thought his pain wouldn't get any worse she dropped him flat on his back in his room on the hard floor where he landed with a heavy thud. He groaned inwardly not wanting to alert anyone to his plight.

For several moments he lay on the floor writhing in agony and pain. Tears slid down the corners of his eyes as he struggled to breath. With a deep breath he reached for the covers on his bed and pulled it around himself but he had barely covered himself when his door was thrown open.

"Papa," came a timid voice and the sound of small feet. He tried to bring himself up but before he could she reached him and screamed. "Papa!"

Cleopoda ran to help her father. He was covered in blood from neck to toe and was completely n***d so she could see the burns on his skin. 

"Papa!"

When she reached to touch him he pulled back and slapped her hard on the face. "Get away from me you evil child," he said through gritted teeth.

Cleopoda's small body that had been thrown to the side at the intensity of the anger behind the slap held her face in her hand and stared wide eyed. "You need help, father," she whimpered.

"But not from you. And I'm not your father. Get out!" his voice broke.

When he reached to hit her again she scrambled to her feet and ran out shouting for Garius at the top of her voice. In no time heavy steps came at the door but when Garius started for him Octavius shrank.

"Get out!"

"My king."

"Garius..."

"Octavius!"

"Out!" He saw the hesitation on the old man's face but he obeyed him. When the door was closed behind Garius' back Octavius curled up and cried.