Beauty of Thebes - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: You’re Cute, Princess

‘What kind of things are you saying…?’

Eutostea swallowed her inwardly complaints the moment her back touched the bed.

Apollo’s hand descended on her chest, her bosom swallowing his hand. His other free hand touched her erect headlight that was as stiff as his manhood.

Eutostea turned her head to the side with closed eyes.

She was naked.

He was naked.

Apollo soothed her flaming and erect headlight with his tongue.

Eutostea bit her lip, attempting to control her voice, but as always, her lips was devoured by Apollo — they were drunk in trance.

Apollo slid his hand down her lower leg and felt the damp crease in her lower area. He rubbed her sweet nectar and Eutostea wriggled. She was wet. And softly, he pushed his manhood inside her.

“Nnghh…” Letting out a soft moan, Eutostea bent her back.

“Don’t move too much. You’ll get hurt.”

Apollo placed his hands on her waist and drove further inside her, his lips blocking hers. Her insides tightened and Apollo grunted in her mouth.

She felt good. She gave him pleasure.

Apollo moved back and forth diligently and Eutostea embraced his neck while wrapped in his sensation.

He was proud of her. She let herself go to the sensation of pleasure.

They kissed again, his lips smothering hers and her body.

Once the deed was finished, they cooled down and laid in bed. Eutostea laid on her stomach and had her face on the pillow.

“Today’s the last day, right?” Eutostea asked the man combing her hair with his fingers.

That was her wish. If this night was their last, she could bury this all and continue her life. She’ll think of it as a mere dream, never revealing what she had done to anyone.

Apollo said nothing, only caressing her hair like a gentle wave.

After a while, his lips parted. “…I’ve met a lot of women. All would do anything for me to stay, yet… you… you keep pushing me away,” he said lowly. “You don’t like me, do you, princess?”

His pride was hurt.

“It’s not that…”

The answer was complicated. There were many reasons, but Eutostea thought it proper to answer honestly than to deceive a god.

“I’m honored that you would come to me. I’ll never have this experience again with anyone, but you must know that I’m only human. When a man intertwines their fate to a god, a miserable end would always await them. You know that. I want to live normally. Please… please let the people remember me as the Princess of Thebes, not as your lover. That is my one and only request.”

A long, drawn out silence followed.

His hand, still stroking her hair, grabbed her hair emphatically. Eutostea gave a faint moan.

“A pampered girl. You’re so arrogant.”

Apollo leaned over and looked at her. Their eyes met and Eutostea saw in his eyes stars dancing; she saw the act they made previously, their bodies begging for each other like it consumed them, and she saw how he pressed himself on each petal, the bud slowly blooming.

“I could kill you right now, painfully too, and say that you’d tried to challenge a god’s authority. I could put a curse on this city… but… princess, you’re too cute when you’re like this, when you’re trying to push me away.”

“I’m sorry if it seemed unpleasant.”

“Smother my lips and beg for forgiveness.”

Apollo brought his lips close to her face and she fidgeted nervously.

“Do you want me to place a curse on the city?” Apollo smiled languidly.

“Ha… I’ll do it.”