Beauty of Thebes - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Their First Night (19) 

A mere moment passed before she realized their lips touching… kissing. His tongue touched her lips with mischief, a trait in line with his personality from what she’d seen so far. 

Eutostea gave in and stuck out her tongue in curiosity. Regardless, she was afraid. 

Dionysus laid his fangs bare and bit her lips, her luscious, thick lips. He could taste his wine. 

Eutostea’s beating heart gradually accelerated. The kiss she and Dionysus shared was different from Apollo. 

Dionysus closed his eyes, the shades of his long eyelashes delicately visible, almost touching her skin. 

The sweetness of the wine from his tongue was flavory and intoxicating. 

She, too, followed suit and closed her eyes gently. Neither the dancing of the warrior goddesses nor the fountain of wine flowing under their feet was seen.
 

She could feel Dionysus’ hot body temperature as he pressed himself against her. 

“Mnn…” 

Eutostea raised her arm over his shoulder while Dionysus wrapped his around her waist and pulled her up. He sat down on the chair and placed her on his lap. He didn’t let her go in the process; he tangled his body tightly to hers as his lips remained pressed on hers. 

Dionysus’ fingers groped Eutostea’s forearm and loosened the pin fixed to her shoulder. Her front lash fell down, exposing her curving body subtly that clung to his bare skin gently under the moonlit night. 

‘It’s Apollo’s woman. So… he took her? Well, it doesn’t matter.’ 

He rested his chin, as if a habit, on her shoulder and hugged her tight. His glowing eyes spoke of much conviction. 

Eutostea thought she was a broken flower who lost her petals, but Dionysus’ touch made her bloom again and again. He didn’t make her feel like she was any less of a flower. It was as if he saw her damaged petals more beautiful than any other petals.
 

Their throes of passion began on the chair, Eutostea riding him. Then the position was reversed. Dionysus stood up and plopped her on the floor. He touched her head and circled his thumb over her forehead. 

Meanwhile, lush vines spread on the floor like a rug, warming Eutostea and increasing her comfort. 

Dionysus with his back against the backdrop of the starry night sky spread her leg and stood in between the slit of her garden. 

His erect manhood touched her inner thighs. Her skin was smooth and warm, but he knew that he’d soon feel a flesh even warmer and pleasurable. 

‘…Is this okay?’ Eutostea was lost in thought. 

Dionysus’ thick, curly hair tickled her forehead, his breathing hot and heavy. 

Eutostea looked at him. 

‘It doesn’t matter anymore.’ 

And with that, she let herself go and entrusted her body to him. Raising her arms, she wrapped it tight on his neck and back. 

Whatever the problem arises, she’ll deal with it later. 

“Hey, you,” Dionysus smiled, “You’re so cold to me. Warm-up a little. Haha, actually, you’ll end sweating from pleasure soon. No worries, I’ll take the lead.” 

Then, he pushed his manhood inside the entrance of her garden. Eutostea swallowed him, accepting him fully. 

A groan escaped her mouth and echoed in his ear. His ears perked up, delighted at the pleasure she felt—drunk in intoxication much like his wine. 

Her skin burned as if it had been oiled and set on her as her flesh coiled around his shaft. She, too, could feel him warming her insides. 

She was in hellish pleasure, a temptation of painful ecstasy. She knew their act was shameful, yet she didn’t hate it. 

Dionysus seemed to notice something amiss. Many thoughts stirred through his head. 

He tangled his fingers with hers and placed it onto the ground, shifting the center of his gravity and position to push inside her deeper. 

Eutostea closed her eyes and let out a soft, inaudible moan, hands gripping Dionysus’ right and legs circled around his waist. 

The night sky watched them commit themselves to the throes of passion. 

Her hips bucked and her body quivered. Sweats of pleasure trickled from their bodies and dripped down the floor. 

His movements, his thrusting was too intense that her fingernails scratched the back of his skin. 

Dionysus’ eyes twinkled. He licked his lips gently, enjoying the new strange stimuli she gave her. 

Despite her intense shaking, her eyes remained closed. 

Dionysus found traces of Apollo’s power in her belly. The force was shaped like a snake stretching itself out. It stood right at the edge of her lower belly and womb ready to bite Dionysus shaft. 

He smirked wondering how many times Apollo caressed Eutostea. The thought of it deepened his curiosity. 

Eutostea was Apollo’s woman, his friend and one of the twelve gods. He knew he shouldn’t but… 

Dionysus licked his lower lip with excitement, thrusting back and forth over and over. Eutostea accepted him gladly and replied with moans of ecstasy. 

And soon, Apollo’s presence gradually diminished as Dionysus spread his power inside her. 

Reaching their peaks, both Eutostea and Dionysus climaxed and released a juicy river dam. 

Dionysus kissed Eutostea’s blushing face, which was breathless with pleasure. Her legs, swaying like paper, entangled around his waist. He leaned forward, burying his face in her shaking mounds. 

Apollo’s presence disappeared completely and it was now Dionysus inside her. He was content knowing that. 

Thereafter, Dionysus and Eutostea fell into a deep slumber.