"Joking? Oh, right..., he was joking. He was just joking. Ok, I didn't realize." Achilles said. His voice dripped with sarcasm. "No fucking shit mother! You've been babying him his whole life, and now the boy doesn't know when to shut the hell up."
Achilles saw the displeased look on his father's face but he couldn't care less.
"I've had enough of you disrespecting her time and time again. She has done nothing to deserve any of your contempt. What we do in the privacy of my room is none of your business, by the way." Achilles said.
Kristen was already feeling awkward. Achilles was standing up for her, but she was in such a compromising position. At that moment, she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole.
"Could you please calm down, Achilles," Zale finally intervened. "No, Zale. I'll only calm down if he apologizes to her right now." Achilles replied.
"Go on baby, apologize to her." Queen Delia said. Myles was hesitant. "I didn't do anything, so why do I have to apologize?" He retorted.
"Apologize to her, Myles." The King said. Once his father said it, he couldn't argue. Only Achilles had the balls to argue with his father. He was a vicious man and it was only old age that changed everything about him.
"Ok, fine, I'm sorry." Myles insincerely said. "You have to mean it, you idiot!" Achilles countered. Myles turned and looked at Kristen. "I'm sorry." He said again. "It's ok, I wasn't offended." Kristen answered.
Achilles furrowed his brows at her. She noticed his gaze and looked into his eyes. She then pointed to her forehead and smiled.
He relaxed and sat back down. Dinner was quiet after that. Soon, everyone was done, and they all excused themselves.
Achilles took hold of her wrist and took her upstairs to his room.
"Why did you say that?" He asked her, first thing when he closed the door. "Say what?" She asked confused. "It's ok. I wasn't offended," he mimicked her voice badly. "Do you have any idea how that made me look bad?"
"First of all, I don't sound like that. Second, I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to say." She said.
"You're sorry?" He asked. "You're actually saying sorry?" I don't know if I should be impressed or scared." Achilles said, sitting on one side of the bed, taking his shirt off. She climbed over to him from the other side and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm sorry, but I know how to make it up to you." She said.
"How?"
She pointed herself. He instantly knew what she was talking about. He smirked. "That's not gonna work every time, labella," he said.
"Hmm!"
She took off her bracelets and necklace and put them on the side table. She straddled him, moving her legs over onto him.
"But it's gonna work this time," Her chiton slipped off her shoulder. Before anything was revealed, Achilles held the arms of her chiton up.
"We just had an argument about this with my family. " he said. "I thought you didn't care," she also said. "I don't. I was speaking for you." He answered. "Then..." she peeled his hands away and pulled the chiton down, revealing her full milky white breasts. His eyes immediately wandered downward.
She grabbed his chin and lifted his head up. "My eyes are up here," she said. "Only look at me, my love."
"How can I? When your tits are looking so inviting." He replied. He looked down at them again, making her smile.
He touched them with both his hands and squeezed softly. She moaned a little. He then took them in his hands and put his mouth over her pink protruding nipples. She gasped when she felt his mouth on her skin, sucking ever so delicately. After giving enough attention to the right one, he moved on to the left.
"That feels nice," she moaned. She clinged unto his neck, pushing her bust closer and burying his entire face in her huge tits.
With him still sucking her, he lifted her and placed her on the bed on her back.
"I'm gonna rip your clothes off and make you feel even better," he groaned.
*rip*
He ripped the thin material of her chiton. His lips trailed downwards to her belly, kissing her and sucking her. After a while, he went up and started kissing her lips. She raked and scratched his head.
He brought his hands down past her belly button, and rubbed her clit with his middle finger. She moaned into his mouth as a result of the sudden pleasure. He kept on rubbing and kissing her, her wetness all over his fingers.
"You are so wet," he rasped. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices off it. "And you taste so good." He added. She grinned when he said that.
He then brought his fingers to her mouth and let her taste it.
"Don't you taste good?" He asked. She nodded. He sneered. He took his fingers back and without warning, he pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned loudly and closed her legs around his hands.
"Open your legs for me, labella," he said. He then opened her legs and started moving his fingers in and out of her. She couldn't stay quiet. He was so good with his fingers that it sent a spasm of impassioned bliss through her body.
Her inner walls were clutching his fingers, and it made the sensation a lot more earnest.
"I wanna cum, Achil." She moaned. She dug her nails into the bed.
"Brace yourself then, my lady." He replied. He moved his fingers faster and faster, and with every thrust, she was inching closer to her climax.
"I'm almost there," she said. "I'm gonna cum."
Hearing this, he curled his fingers inside her, hitting her g-spot.
—splurt— , —mmh—
The sound of his fingers rubbing against her clit and her moans echoed in the quiet room. Her moans got louder and her back arched from the feeling. She was seeing stars already.
She huffed and gasped as the sensation began to dissipate. Achilles laid down next to her.
"You're so good with your fingers," she said. He smirked. She bit her lips, looking at him smirk. He made her orgasm with just his fingers, and it boosted his ego to the maximum. He brushed her cheeks and kissed her on her forehead.