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Shivers wracked Nya’s body. The rain wasn’t heavy, although the storm was loud, but she felt like she’d been out in it for hours. Maybe she had, there was no way to tell with the heavy storm clouds.Her fingers, bound behind her around the post she’s been tied to, are starting to feel numb. Her feet, bare against the stone, are just as cold, but easier to ignore.
Nya’d always loved the rain, but this was crazy. She’s not even completely sure how she’d got here, since the last thing she really remembers is the feast the night before that the islanders, her people, threw in an attempt to celebrate Raijin, the Storm God, and please him enough to get him to stop the endless storms that had been raging for months. She’d swear she’d fallen asleep, happy and full, under the full moon with the rest of her people.
Rain on her face had awakened her. She must have been drugged somehow to have slept through being carried up to the open top of Raijin’s temple and tied to the post at the altar. Either that, or she was a way deeper sleeper than she’d ever known. It was alarming to realize that her traditional robes had been replaced at some point by gauzy strips of pale blue fabric, one pretending to cover her breasts and the other draped around her hips and hanging to mid thigh. With the rain, they clung uncomfortably to her skin, providing no barrier to the chill rain. She was soaked to her skin by now and trembling.
Without even the warning rumble of thunder, a bolt of lightning hit barely 6 feet in front of her. Nya would have jumped if her bindings gave her enough slack for the movement. She cringed away from the bright flash, and when she opened her eyes, he stood in front of her.
He was like no one she’d ever seen before. Burnished brown hair seemed to defy the rain, sitting in soft waves instead of hanging wetly around his face like hers was. He towered over her; she was sure she’d barely reach his shoulder when he approached. Electric blue and gold eyes studied her as she studied him, and she forced her eyes away from his captivating gaze.
Where her eyes landed was no hardship. Broad, bare shoulders rippled with muscles, as did his bare arms and chest. Her face flushed as her eyes continued down to his flat abs and the way his flowy dark blue pants clung to his hips and thighs. This man was like no one she’d ever seen before. He was hewn like…
Like a god. Raijin, she realized. And just like his domain, his expression was stormy. Stormy and locked on her. Tied to his temple. The long-overdue realization that she was left as a sacrifice to appease his anger made her heart pound. Oh no.
Raijin circled the girl, eyes devouring her slender, delicious body. A smirk slowly replaced his angry expression. “The islanders are so sick of my storms they’re sacrificing virgins now? Haven’t seen that in… too long to count.” He grasped her chin, his flickering electric eyes staring into her cool brown ones before he studied the rest of her face: plump pink lips, long lashes dripping with water, an almost raindrop shaped mole high on her cheek, long black hair plastered to her skin. “What am I supposed to do with you, hey?” His voice was low, the tone such that she felt it just as much as she heard him. His fingers on her face were warm, and she couldn’t tell if the tingle they brought was from the thawing of her numb skin or just how he felt. Either way, it was tantalizing and she wanted more.
She didn’t reply, and he took a step back, releasing her face and letting his eyes trail down over her curves and the clinging, translucent fabric pretending to cover her. “Such a sweet little thing. I could eat you alive.”
“You could try,” she snapped, eyes flashing as she struggled with the ropes binding her again. They held tight, the knots having tightened since the ropes became soaked.
He smiled for real now, bright and charismatic, lighting up his whole face. “You’re not afraid of me.” His left hand, buzzing visibly with mild electricity now, traced over her cheek and he leaned in, hot breath burning her right ear and down her neck. “You should be.” His buzzing hand trailed down, along her neck, over her slender shoulder, pausing to surround a breast until she shuddered as the soaked fabric amplified the electricity teasing her tight, chilled nipple. He didn’t miss the way she bit her lip, almost successful at stifling a whimper at the erotic sensation. Moving in closer, looming over her, his other hand found her waist, stroking circles from her hip to her ribs, hand pushing the fabric wrapped around her hips lower with every touch until he could wrap his hand around her bare hip bone. Lightning bolts shot out of the sky in quick succession, making her flinch.
“Don’t touch me,” she growled, finally finding her voice again.
“But you’re clearly a gift left here for me. Wrapped up all pretty and everything.” His hands slipped from her and he circled behind. She jerked when his large hand wrapped around her wrist. “Practically tied up with a pretty bow back here.” He leaned into her ear from behind. “And it’s not even my birthday.” Teeth scraped her shoulder, then he licked up her neck before sucking lightly on her earlobe.
Nya held herself stiffly, trying to keep from shivering and sighing, and letting him know that his weird behaviour was turning her on. Her core should not be burning and melting as the strange man - god! - toyed with her. Her stomach should be twisting with nerves, or fear, or something, not anticipation. If she could have with the way she was tied up, she would have jumped when his hands grasped her hips, his partially erect cock pressing into the palms of her bound hands. The air sizzled around her, and she couldn’t tell if it was some strange effect he had or if it was just her skin craving more of his touch.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to think of all of the least sexy things she could think of, but it just focused all of her senses on him. His fingertips rubbed circles into the sensitive skin of her lower stomach and her hips rolled with them before she could stop them. The combination of his groan in her ear and the insistent swelling of his cock against her hands (how was it that big and still not fully hard?) brought a burst of wetness between her legs.
“Let me go,” she forced through gritted teeth, cringing at the whiny, begging tone that came out instead of the forceful order she’d intended.
“Still pretending I’m not turning you on?” He chuckled. “I can smell you, you know. I can feel you softening. You don’t want me to release you, you want me to fuck you.” His hand pushed between her squeezed together thighs, dragging wet fabric so that it chafed against her clit. A whimper escaped her lips, followed by a moan when his thick finger pressed up against the entrance to her cunt. Encouraged, the heel of his palm rubbed circles into that bundle of nerves while his fingertip pushed into her rhythmically, dragging the fabric tighter under his hand and pushing some into her until he could feel her slick soaking through. “Should I eat you alive? Or make you eat me?”
“Fuck you.”
“No, fucking you, Raindrop.” Fabric pushed aside, he shoved two long fingers into her hard and deep.
“Ahhhhh…” Her hips jerked at the invasion, cunt squeezing, head falling back against the post she was tied to. Her hands wrapped around his cock involuntarily, drawing a satisfied noise from him as well.
Scraping his teeth along her shoulder, Jay circled without pulling his fingers out of her body, stroking her inner walls as they spun inside of her. Sharp teeth bit his way down her body, tearing the fabric over her tits when he bit the soft flesh almost hard enough to draw blood. All the while his fingers pumped in and out of her, coating her folds with an ever increasing amount of her slick. He paused a moment to admire the nipple he’d bared before hooking his free hand in the fabric and tearing it off completely. Her tits bounced free, earning a smirk and more sharp bites to the now-bared skin before he continued down.
Eventually, his mouth reached her pelvis, which, much to her chagrin, was grinding on his hand. He latched around her clit with no warning, sucking hard on the sensitive nerves until she was practically screaming, begging “please, Raijin, please.”
He released her with a pop, leaning back to look up at her and chuckling as her hips chased his mouth. “Jay. That’s my name, the name of the god who owns you, body and soul. I want to hear you moan it, scream it, beg it.” His fingers slid out, soaked and sticky. His whole hand rubbed over her, smearing her slick around before grabbing her ass with both hands and shoving his face between her thighs.
“Jaaaay.” His name was torn from her lips when his tongue shoved into her pouting, empty cunt. Teeth scraped her folds while he fucked her with it, his hands forcing her to grind on his face with a rhythm to match. He could feel her thighs shaking; surely she would have fallen by now if not for the post. Her hands were fisted, nails digging into her palm, almost drawing blood. Rough rope dug into her wrists as she fought to grab his hair and shove his face in farther.
His tongue retreated, mouth latching onto her clit again and she was done, pushed over the edge, cumming against his face and screaming his name over and over. His fingers shoved back into her as he sucked harder, forcing her orgasm to greater heights as only a god can.
“Mine,” he muttered into her wet folds, licking at her when he finally let her start to come down. “Fucking mine.” He rose to his feet, shoving his thick erection into her soft belly. His chin was shiny with her slick, just like his fingers. He shoved those into her gasping mouth, sighing in pleasure when she began to suck them clean. Eventually he pulled them free with a pop. “My face,” he ordered. It took her a moment to realize what he wanted. She flushed, self conscious as she licked the combination of her slick and his saliva off of his skin with short, kittenish flicks of her tongue that made him groan. His face was rough with stubble that scratched her as she did. By the time she was done, her face was pink from the abrasion.
A bolt of lightning, this one louder and stronger than the previous from the storm, made her close her eyes and lean into him. Rough hands grasped her waist and she felt lightheaded for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut. When she opened them, she was free. The rough stone under her feet was replaced by cool marble. No more rain fell on her chilled skin. Her hands were free from being bound behind her back, but trapped in Jay’s larger ones as he walked backwards, pulling her along until he stood in front of a blue stone throne.
“Down.” He released her hands and shoved her to her knees. His loose pants dropped to his feet, kicked away, massive erection springing up into her face. He sat down on the throne like a king, like a god, then dug his hand into her hair and shoved her face against it. Thick and long, his cock was wedged between her face and his muscular abs. She kissed the rigid skin near her mouth, bringing her hands up to his knees for balance. He pulled her head back, grabbed her chin with his other hand, and forced her mouth open.
Doe-y brown eyes stared up at him from her lewd position. The flushed tip of his cock pointed right into her mouth, and she licked the slit of it without thinking. He smirked down at her, releasing her chin, taking his shaft in his hand, and stoking himself at her. She waited, heart pounding, cunt still dripping, to see if he would order her to suck it or just shove it down her throat. A voice in the back of her mind insisted that she should be pulling away, running away, but she couldn’t make herself move.
“You want it, don’t you?” He growled eventually. “My cock in you. My cum in you. Can’t help yourself, can you Raindrop? You’re dripping for me.”
She nodded shyly. “Jay, I-“
He slapped her mouth with his cock, then pulled her in, hard, until her pretty mouth was full of his thick shaft. His hand in her hair set a fast pace, fucking her pretty face. She was gasping around the invasion, the vibration from her throat and the rubbing of her tongue as erotic as the sight of himself sliding in and out of her pretty pink lips. After releasing his shaft, his hand stroked whatever soft skin he could reach; her cheek, her shoulder, eventually her arm, which he pulled up so that she was scratching her nails over his muscular chest as she worked him over with her mouth. Wedging one leg between hers, he pushed his ankle against her dripping cunt, even more turned on by the fact that his cock in her mouth was making her cream herself. Such a slut. Her hips couldn’t seem to stay still, grinding on him, grinding on the air.
“Fuck it.” He yanked her head back. “Make you swallow later.” Guiding her only with the hand on in her hair, he pulled her up into his lap until her dripping cunt was hovering over his saliva covered cock. Before she knew it, he was shoving her onto him, shoving himself into her with one sharp movement. She screamed his name as he split her body right open, planting her firmly onto his hips and using strong hands to hold her down. She whimpered and wiggled as her body tried to adjust to the deep, thick invasion.
Her movements cause her tits to bounce in front of his face, and he locked his mouth onto one, sucking as much of it in as he could, not caring how her body, already overstimulated by his cock, would handle it. His teeth and tongue worked her while he began to drag her hips against his, working her cunt on his cock without letting up any of the pressure of his deep position. Her mewling whimpers were music to his ears as her body squeezed him impossibly tightly. Her small hands grabbed at his shoulders in an effort to ground herself, but instead she couldn’t resist tracing her fingertips over the golden lightning marks that spread over his pale skin like kintsugi. Impulsively, she leaned down and slid her tongue over a particularly intriguing branch near his nipple, drawing a gasp from his lips.
His bruising fingers tightened on her hips, raising her up just enough before pulling her down hard. She leaned back, small gasps escaping her parted lips as he made her ride him, pretty legs wrapping around his hips. He pumped up into her over and over, teeth scraping her shoulder.
“So fuckin perfect on my cock,” he muttered. “So fuckin pretty. All fuckin mine.” Each proclamation was met with whines, whimpers, and her tight cunt squeezing his cock as he made her ride him just right. “Say it.”
“Hmm?” She could barely focus with the intense, stretching pleasure inside her cunt. His huge hands moved her just right and she almost fell apart in his hands right there.
“Mine, pretty girl. Tell me you belong to me.”
“I… oh!” She could barely put a thought together as he worked her, buzzing pleasure building more and more inside of her. “I’m yours, Jay, please I need…”
He groaned at her words, cock swelling even more, filling every bit of her cunt as he bounced her on it. Her nails scraped his back as she clung to him, helpless and unable to think of anything except the intense way he was fucking her. Her slick kept him sliding in and out of her no matter how much he stretched her open or how hard he pounded up into her. His lap was soaked. When his thumb found her clit, it was so soaked that it slipped under his touch.
“Come on me, pretty girl,” he bit out, cock pulsing, so close to coming himself. Her only answer was a helpless moan that widened the cocky smile on his face. One more hard thrust and a pinch to her clit, and her cunt clamped down on him.
“Jaaaaaay.” His name was torn from her lips as she came hard on him. The pulsing of her cunt caused jerking and spurting inside of her as his own orgasm hit hard. The pleasure went on and on until his come was dripping out of her body even with his still thick shaft filling her.
Instead of collapsing against his throne, Jay teleported to his bed and then slid out of her pretty body. Her head rested on his shoulder, wet hair spreading across him and his pillow. Her formerly chilled body lay hot and sexy across him, his thigh wedged between hers. His arms folded around her, a peaceful smile on his face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing soft. Hours upright on his altar, along with the godly fucking, must have exhausted her. He pulled a blanket over them, enjoying the quiet of the evening before realizing that somewhere along the way, the storm in his heart and the storm raging outside had both quieted.