NYX
I remained there, kneeling in the sand, looking up at Zeus. The orange light of the fire danced in his eyes, reflecting a mixture of confusion and raw desire.
This wasn’t the first time I was initiating a blow job with Zeus. But this definitely felt different because we were, or at least, I was out of my comfort zone.
This wasn’t Stormfang.
"I just... I want to thank you," I whispered, my voice small but certain, looking at him from beneath my lashes.
Zeus’s gaze searched mine, his pupils blown wide, nearly swallowing the iris. He looked around the secluded stretch of beach, then back down at me, his voice a low, strained rasp.
"Right here, Nyx? Out in the open?"
A sudden spike of anxiety hit me. I misinterpreted the question as hesitation, or perhaps a lack of desire. I star
