Bred by the Gods by Neneh Gordon

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When she walks in on her friend having a one-night stand, Debbie gets so horny she just has to show herself a good time. But then her friend's lover catches her and decides he picked the wrong woman. He's come down from Mount Olympus for one night to breed. Will she let him knock her up with twins? And why is his touch so electric?

Contains a ripped Greek god with a serious staying power, a hot blow-job and some literally sizzling sex.

This short story is roughly 4,300 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

"Doesn't that feel good?" he asked.

She shrugged him off, but her skin tingled where he'd touched her. She didn't get to her feet.

"Of all the women in Thessaly, I chose you, Deborah." He stroked a line down the side of her body and she shivered. "I honour you."

Yeah, and how many others? But she didn't move away. His fingers were intoxicating. Maybe he was full of crap, but she didn't want him to stop touching her.

"Come here."

She let him take hold of her and pull her back onto the bed. Was she making a mistake? Her heart gave a last-minute flutter, but then he clambered on top of her and she felt the warmth of his cock pressing into her belly. He covered her body with his. She looked up into his shining eyes. It was too dark for her to even guess at their colour. Surely it wouldn't hurt to spend the night with him? It wasn't as if she had gorgeous men throwing themselves at her every day. Even if he was a bit strange.

She was still unsure when he leaned in and claimed her lips. The taste of his mouth blew all her doubts away. He kissed her and it was even better than the first time. Her eyes rolled closed. Her hands went to his smooth back. His skin was so soft.

And he was so hard.

Not just his cock either - his back was corded with muscle and his well-defined chest pressed against her breasts, squashing them to an enjoyable degree of discomfort. She groaned into his mouth, drawing him tighter into her body.

He burned against her skin. Talk about a hot-blooded male. She ran her fingers down his sides until she reached his tight little ass and took hold of it with both hands. His body was a revelation - there wasn't a scrap of extra fat anywhere. Just smoothing her fingers over the cheeks of his ass made her forget to breathe.

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Published September 7, 2012 by French Letters Press. 14 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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