Joanna Wylde - Dancing With Dionysus

His desire to savor the moment was stronger, however. Finally, he spoke.

"Every day from now on is a gift, something I never thought we'd have."

"Yes," she replied, stilling. She rested her head against his chest, and he felt a trickle of moisture. She was crying.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about how happy I am."

Why does being happy make you cry?" he asked, confused. She laughed, and reached up to cradle his face in her hands.

"I doubt you'll ever understand," she said. "Just believe me, I'm happy."

She kissed him again, squeezing his cock within her body, making him shiver.

"I don't think I can keep this up to much longer," he said. "I want to take you now."

She nodded, kissing him again. "I think I'd like that. It can be our way of saying goodbye to the island."

Leaning forward, he pressed her down into the grass, and starting moving in and out of her with strong, smooth strokes. She was hot and slippery beneath him, and every time she engulfed his hard length it felt like coming home.

Nothing could be more right than this moment.

Eventually, their movements grew more frantic, and she whimpered against his shoulder. He increased his pace. She was close, and if he worked her just the right way she would come right before he did. Her body would clench and massage his, kneading him until he exploded with his own pleasure.

Almost there. Again and again he plunged into her. She whimpered each time, and clutched his shoulders tightly, digging nail marks into his back. The light pain was good; it helped him keep focused on his task. He wanted it to be perfect for her, as perfect as she'd always been for him.

Finally, just as he was starting to wonder if he'd be able to hold out, she came. It started with a moan, then shivers and chills wracked her entire body.

Her legs clutched his waist like a vise even as she squeezed him powerfully inside.

It was enough to send him over the edge.

Moaning, he shot his seed into her body. Every muscle, every nerve ending, every bit of his being tightened.

"I love you," he whispered as he slowly collapsed, barely able to brace himself and keep from crushing her. She nodded her head in response, too weak to speak.

It had definitely been worth it, he thought. Leaving his home, risking Dionysus' wrath. Perhaps even an eternity of torture.

Kalliara was worth it all.

It was another hour before they reached the village, arriving just as a ship came into the harbor. It was large and sturdy, and its Cretan captain was more than happy to take them on as passengers.

He wouldn't accept payment, although Sabiniano tried to give him some gold coins in exchange for their passage. Instead, the man simply smiled and said he was doing a favor for an old friend.

Within an hour, the ship left Naxos. The first few days Kalliara kept expecting Dionysus to hunt them down. But in the end she was able to relax, and accept the fact that somehow, despite all odds, they were free.

They never saw Dionysus again.

Dionysus watched from a balcony in his son's temple as the ship's mast disappeared over the horizon. They were gone. It was time to get his spider back from the bitch who had taken her.

He never paused to think why he wanted the spider so badly. He just did.

There was something so terrifying, so horrible, about the thought of her delicate little frame being at someone else's mercy. Turning away from the balcony, he strode through the temple to his waiting chariot, ignoring the frightened nymphs and satyrs. With some distaste, he realized he would have to find a new ruler for Naxos.

Perhaps he should come down and rule here himself, he thought darkly. If he couldn't trust his own son with the job, who could he trust?

Only himself.

And the spider. The little creature had been his constant companion for decades. Even as he fucked and sucked and drank his way through life, she watched and spun her webs above him. He had studied her work countless nights, and the beauty of her creations never ceased to amaze him. She should have died long ago, but he fed her ambrosia—diluted, of course—and it sustained her. The very thought of losing her was too much to bear. He shook his head, forcing the thought away.

His chariot waited outside the temple. Sabiniano was gone; there was no point in thinking about him any further.

It was time to go and get his spider back.