Chapter 1383: Goddess’s Iconic Ride and the Uninvited Audience (r-18)

The Goddess looked at him for a second and then answered simply. "Althea is Damien’s child."

Phei gave a short nod. "I guessed that much."

"I thought you might’ve."

She shifted against the pillows and spoke more quietly. "Her mother is no longer in the picture. Althea has lived at the estate since she was two. I raised her as my own from then onward. She is my daughter, Phei. In every way that matters."

He listened.

The Goddess’s gaze became more distant, not cold, only thoughtful. "By then, Damien and I had already fallen apart in every way that truly counted. In truth, our marriage had been collapsing long before Althea was old enough to understand anything, perhaps even before she was born. Publicly, legally, we remained married because family structures inside Legacy households are rarely simple things. And for our children; for the image of the family, for a hundred old reasons that would have made breaking everything apart more violent than peace was worth, we stayed as husband and wife where the world could see."

"But privately... We separated years ago."

Phei understood.

The Goddess smiled with the calm of someone stating weather rather than tragedy. "As far as my heart is concerned, I have had you for a while now. As for Damien and his life..." She lifted one shoulder lightly. "Well. You know men."

Phei huffed a laugh. "That feels discriminatory."

"It is very accurate."

He grinned despite himself. "So you’re still married in public, separated in truth, and Althea became your daughter because you chose her."

"Yes."

He nodded again, slower this time. "It’s been bugging me to ask."

"I know."

"Elena also never seemed to mind me being your man... I was surprised she still wanted me even after she knew. In fact she wants me even more."

That brought a warmer smile to her lips. "Elena is not ordinary."

"No, she definitely isn’t."

"And you are not the man who broke her family. She knows that too."

Phei let out a breath and then his mouth curved in a different way now, something more shameless and alive creeping back into him as the heavier conversation settled into understanding.

"So," he murmured, lowering his mouth to hers again, "we should probably make up for all those years, shouldn’t we?"

The Goddess kissed him once, slow and promising. When she pulled back, her eyes were softer than before, but no less heated for it.

"Don’t mind if you do," she said.

Phei laughed under his breath. "Gladly, my love."

He rolled them gently until she was above him, then guided her more fully onto his body while the sheets shifted around them in a whispering spill of silk and warmth. The Goddess braced one hand against his chest, her hair falling around her shoulders, and for a moment Phei simply admired her there.

She looked devastating like this, half divine elegance and half woman fresh from lovemaking, her cheeks faintly flushed, her lips kissed soft, her eyes carrying that slow-building heat that always made him feel like the luckiest bastard alive.

The sheets slid to her hips. Her breasts hung above him, elegant and just perfect to fill his hands, nipples tight from the kissing and from the cool air. Between her open thighs her pussy was already wet again, inner lips parted, a shine of her catching the gold light as she reached down and took the thick head of his cock.

She dragged him through her folds once, painting the crown, then set him at that small mouth and sat:

"Nnh—"

Her pussy took him in a slow, deep swallow, her pussy walls clung down his shaft, her stretched ring grew wide and pale around his girth and then flushed as the Goddess fed herself onto him, inch after inch, without once stopping. Ten inches went. Then twelve. Then fourteen. And then, with a long, shuddering exhale, the Ashford Madam sat all the way down and took the final inch, until his base pressed flush against her soaked lips and every last one of his fifteen inches lay buried inside her.

Not a sliver of him was left outside—

The full seat punched a soft, broken sound out of her, and her stomach jumped so hard that Phei felt it ripple against his palms.

"Haah— Phei—"

Phei’s hands found her waist, then slid up to her breasts, and his thumbs rolled her tight peaks while she lifted just enough for her inner lips to cling and drag along his veins. Then she dropped back down with a wet sqelch and a heavy pah of skin that shook her teardrop breasts in his hands.

"Give me that iconic ride Goddess!" he said, grinning up at her.

The Goddess laughed softly and shifted as though she meant to give him exactly what he’d asked for.

She did.

She rose until only the head was on her entrance and sat again fully onto his cock, slowly at first, showing him their join: the way her pussy swallowed his crown and kept swallowing, all the way down to his root, the shine she left on every inch of him as she lifted, the elegant bounce of her breasts each time she took him to the hilt.

Phei thrusted up to meet her drop and kissed the inside of her wrist where her hand braced on his chest.

The slow rises shortened and her drops onto his cock grew heavier.

The Ashford Madam braced both palms flat on his chest and began to ride him in earnest, lifting until only his crown remained inside her and slamming back down onto him so hard that the whole bed shuddered beneath them.

Every drop drove his full fifteen inches into her in one brutal plunge, and every impact cracked her ass against his thighs with a loud, wet pah, rippling her flesh and jolting her whole body forward. Her teardrop breasts bounced wildly.

Her black eyes went glassy while her mouth fell open and stayed that way.

"Ahh— Phei— gods— all of you— I can feel all of you—"

She rode him like a woman starving; faster and faster with her hips snapping down onto him, her waist rolling at the bottom of each drop to grind his root against her clit before she rose again.

Her nectar ran down his shaft and soaked his stomach. The sqelch of her pussy on his cock and the crack of her ass on his thighs filled the bedroom in a frantic, filthy rhythm, and every time she bottomed out, a raw cry tore out of her throat.

"Mmh— deeper— Phei— harder—"

Phei gripped her hips and drove up into her on the next drop.

Their bodies met with a crack so loud it echoed off the walls, his crown hammering the very end of her, and the Goddess threw her head back and screamed, her back bowing into a deep arch, her nails raking down his chest.

Then Phei’s attention snagged on the bedroom window.

Something, or rather someone, floated there in the night beyond the glass.

’Consort.’

His eyes sharpened at once, though the grin never entirely left him.

She hovered outside like a blade wrapped in elegance, her short kimono moved lightly in the night air, her dark hair touched by the faint wind, her posture as calm and disciplined as ever.

The hem of the little garment left far too much of her long legs bare for a woman who already looked so dangerously composed, and the simple fact that she managed to appear both lethal and indecently hot while floating outside a bedroom window in the middle of the night felt so perfectly Consort that Phei nearly laughed.

Moonlight and the city glow found the smooth lines of her thighs, the clean shape of her shoulders, the beautiful severity of her expression. Even now, with her serene, restraint wrapped around her like a second skin, Consort looked like a woman who could either cut a man in half or ruin his self-control with one glance held a moment too long.

The short kimono only made it worse. Or better, depending on one’s religion.

Phei met her gaze and winked.

The Ashford Madam was still riding him with every ounce of her hunger, slamming down onto all fifteen inches and grinding her root-deep seat against him, and he had no intention of stopping her. He kept his hands on her hips, pulled her down onto him for the next drop, and sent his thought out through the glass.

{Stay close. We need to talk.} He sent her a mental message.

The Goddess, oblivious to anything but him, dropped onto his cock again with a sharp cry and rolled her hips so deep that Phei had to grit his teeth to keep his focus.

"Phei— don’t stop— don’t you dare stop—"

He didn’t; he thrust up into her and held her down at the bottom, buried to his root, while she shuddered and moaned and clutched at his chest.

Outside, Consort did not visibly react beyond the slightest change in her eyes, but Phei already understood.

If Consort was here, someone else had to be here too.

And that meant the Undead Queen had arrived back as well.